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karinasbaby · 7 months ago
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moots as songs
hello my beloved anon thank u for sending this to me and giving me another chance to express my undying love for my mooties !!!! <3
going to try to make this as short as possible 🙏🏼 (i failed btw) (ilovemymootiessomuchplsleavemealome)(itriedtodoallofmymootiesandimsorryificouldntdotheonesidontinteractwiththatmuchmybelovedseitherwayiloveallofyouveryverymuch<3)
@enha-stars | end of the world intro - ariana grande
- if i had one last day on planet earth i would spend it with hana, this song feels like the embodiment of a hug from the sun and just feels like a warm blanket wrapping around me with sunlight lulling me to sleep and that’s exactly how i feel like with my dearest pookie vanilla flavoured sugary sweet pancake beloved hana <3
@sjyluv | soft core - the neighbourhood
- i love mimi & the soft vibes that she gives me sm. her account on its own & it’s aesthetic just gives me so much warmth and safety so !! it had to be one of my fav the neighbourhood song, i also feel like it matches her personality a lot ! someone very calm, loving and kind :D !! i love u a lot my dearest :( <33
@alvojake | confident - justin bieber
- is it the confident and flirty vibes i always get with kayla? might be. but this is one of my favourite jb songs and it also gives off so much kayla vibes. like i just know you’re fine as hell and so pretty so 🙏🏼 also i get alot of jake vibes from kayla, jake sometimes = jb in my head so the math is mathing for me !! (the beginning of this song literally plays in my head whenever i talk to u)
@pprodsuga | the great mermaid - le sserafim
- it’s the magical fairy & mermaid glowing vibes i get from seph, this song makes me feel like a girlboss and that’s exactly what sephseph is and i love her a lot bcs she makes me feel so safe and confident and comfortable !! this song is also an empowering song which i really love bcs that’s also how seph makes me feel (this doesn’t make any sense but it does in my heart and in my head)
@lheebra | one and only - enha
- my sweetest danidandan that always radiates light & warmth. i had to pick one and only for u as it’s one of the cutest songs ive ever heard and it always fills me up with so much joy (am i describing u or the song here? we’ll never know) but i genuinely love u and our little interactions sm they make my day okay ily i’ll stop my yapping now ✋
@riftanswhore | street star - p1harmony
- give it up for my fav p1h song of all time and also the funniest & coolest person on tumblr thank u very much 👏 for some reason i’ll always associate jul w p1h bcs she’s actually keeho in my eyes so !! yes. street star also matches u energy and aesthetic and it’s such a fun song too so !! yes jul as street star. ilysm and i hope u have a wonderful day/ night my beloved jul <3
@sleepyhoon | nasa - ariana grande
- this is due to the fact that violet seems like a very cool person and her acc also gives me space vibes which i adore a lot. either way !!! this is a very cute and light song that makes me feel like im walking through clouds (am i talking about the song or violet? we’ll never know pt2) and i just really love this song it brings me sm comfort :( ily violet and i hope u have a great day my beloved :D <33 (i also was contemplating putting goodnight n’ go for u cuz it also gives me the same vibes of ur acc so just know that song is for u as well my dear violet 🫵 so honourable mention: goodnight n’ go - ariana)
@jaeyunluvr | perfume - nct dojaejung
- pretty people listen to nct and my dear kayzie can confirm that !!! the amount of pretty vibes & summer night vibes i get from this song r immaculate and those same vibes apply to kayzie babie <3 i just know if i were able to spend one entire summer w u it would be thee most memorable one in my life like ever anywho i love u a lot and i miss u and i’m sending u a lot of love bby !!!!!
@heelvsted | chase atlantic - mamacita
- it’s the cool & dark mysterious vibes i get from rin ! either way i always associate her w chase atlantic bcs of her aesthetic & her (amazing) works like u two r locked in 🤞 in my head so yes !!! this is also one of my fav ca songs and it’s just very rin coded and i love that very much. any incredible ca atlantic always gets associated with rin for me, she just gives me alotttt of ca vibes and i bet u even look like this song rin 🫵 (honourable mention: meddle about by chase !) anywho i love u a lot and i’m sending u so many hugs & kisses hope u have an amazing day my love !! <33
@rkvriki | the aisle - pinkpantheress
- again pretty girl song for one of the prettiest girls ever !! this song reminds me of butterflies, strawberry smoothies and stargazing :3 and all of that also applies to ana, this song is so cute & it’s so pretty to listen to so it reminds me a lot of ana & her pretty personality, i love u lots lots my sweetest ana and i hope u have an incredible day my love !! ♡♡ (honourable mention: i’ll-it magnetic & naked by doja cat <3 aka very cute and pretty sounding songs that just fit her whole vibe & aesthetic <3)
@sparklovespink | igual que un ángel - kali uchis
- pretty girl song for one of the prettiest girls ever, kali uchis makes songs for pretty ppl so !! i just had to. (recently got into her music and this is just so spark.) might be also due to the fact that i always associate u with pink, glitter, flowers and just pretty pretty things cuz that’s what u radiate !! love u so much my sweetest spark and i’m sending u sm love :D !! <33
@ak4e7a | crash landing - nct 127
- starting this one off by saying that crash landing is one of my favourite songs in the entire world ✋ (just like how chels is one of my fav people like ever) this song just gives me lavender, space, stars, moon and pretty energy, all of which remind me of chelsea (it’s the purple eyeshadow) and i just adore her a lot and she fits this song’s aesthetic so much so yes !!! ily & imy my beloved chels :D <33
@moon7jay | alright - victoria monét
- victoria’s songs always give me so much mature, girly (pretty girl) & just sexy mysterious but very loving vibes (very confusing but it makes sense in my head) and all of this apply to nia so !! (i was also stuck between choosing a lot of her songs so just know her whole discography gives me u vibes my dear xynia !!) this is also one of my fav victoria songs so it had to be chosen for one of my favourite ppl as well so ! yes ! sending u lots of love my sweetest nia ilysm and i hope u have a wonderful day !! :D ♡ (honourable mention: closer to you - jungkook)
@hoondrop | unknown - nct dream
- choosing one of the prettiest & most comforting songs ever for my dearest moon who fits the vibe of this song a lot !! (moonlight by ariana is also one i associate w u a lot) moon just gives me the vibes of someone that’s very calm, mature and also emotional which i love very much like i feel very safe & comforted whenever i see “hoondrop” and it’s just so !!! idk how to explain it ily a lot and i have since last year so im very thankful we get to be moots now :D ill stop now but just know that ily a lot ok bye !! have a wonderful day my beloved :D <33 (almost out sun & moon by nct for u as well & i just had to let u know my beloved !! so honourable mentions: moonlight - ariana | sun & moon - nct)
(u know i had to put the besties next to eachother)
@jaylaxies | fly girl - flo
- ahem* hello new moot 😁(thatiforsurehaventbeenfangirlingoversincelastyear) fly girl for my dearest aria that literally radiates light & just pretty pretty energy all over. again i feel like she’s a very mature & calm person, i just get a lot of confident and loving energy from her which always makes me feel very comforted and safe and i appreciate that a lot (her blog also smells like cinnamon in my head so ! yes very comforting aura & vibes) anywho !! sending u lots & lots of love my sweetest aria and i hope u have a wonderful day/ night !! :D <33 ♡♡ (honourable mention: main thing & just like magic by ariana aka peak pretty girls song)
@fariest | kitsch - ive
- a very cool & cute song for one of the coolest & cutest ppl ik !!! kafka just gives me a lot of cool girl vibes and it just reminds me sm of ive as a whole group and i love that sm so yes !!! kitsch !!! one of the best songs on planet earth for one of the sweetest (and most talented) person ever, kafka also reminds me of summer for some reason idk i just get a lot of warm vibes and i love it sm and !!! i get the same vibe from ive as well so atp ive = kafka for me :D sending u a lot of love kafka & wishing u an incredible night/day :] !! ♡
@fakeuwus | the boy is mine - ariana grande
- a song by mother herself for mother nic 🙏🏼 one of thee prettiest ariana songs for one of the prettiest ppl i ever know (also chose this one for personal reasons [said personal reason is bcs this nic & jay’s song in my head]) this song is just so pretty confident girl coded and i associate that a lot with my talented beloved nic !! imy and ily & i can’t wait to talk to u my lovely nyk (also honourable mentions: kiss by nct dojaejung & heated by beyoncé another song by mother for mother u just give me pretty & cool girl vibes so yes.) (OH and i’m that girl by beyoncé bcs yes. u are that girl nyk☝️ never stop girbossing my beloved)
@evermorehoon | cry for love - baekhyun
- it’s the warm & mature vibes i always get from raven, again another very calm & mature person on enhablr that makes me feel so safe in a way? either way bambi was also a very close song i was going to choose but cry for love bcs i also get the feeling that raven is a very deeply emotional person, she always radiates lots of love in my dash so !! anywho i love u a lot my beloved raven & im sending u so so much love i hope u have an incredible day !! <3 (honourable mentions: bambi & un village by baekhyun you’re very baekhyun coded for me so ✋ OH and bills by enha <3)
@sharksandminhos | charmer - stray kids
- could it be because of us constantly flirting in whatever chance we get or is it bcs of my beloved soulmate’s username that i always associate her with skz? both !! we’ve been to around 3 dates so far and each time she somehow manages to make me blush even more so one she’s a charmer for SURE ! anywho i love u a lot and i hope u have a wonderful day :D !! <3 (honourable mentions: wow by skz & be my baby by ariana :D !!)
@wvnkoi | if only you knew - no guidnce
- one of my fav ever songs for one of my fav ever people ! no guidnce’s songs r always so fun and chill to listen to and this is one of their cutest songs so yes !! it matches seol in my eyes perfectly, it might also be the loving & mature aura i also get from her but seol & no guidnce’s whole discography sound like a perfect match for me. i love u lots & lots my beloved and i hope u have a wonderful day !! (honourable mentions: committed by no guidnce cuz i feel like you’re so a deeply emotional person loving wise ihopethismakessenseomgbutijustfeellikeyouloveverydeeplyanddearlyanditssocute)
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for my beloved mooties that i adore and love so much pls accept my ring & my flowers i hope u all have an amazing day / night :D !!♡♡ 🫧💞💞💞
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Need You
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Nathan Bateman x GN!Reader • Rating: PG •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist• ko-fi •
Summary: Nathan wants to go to sleep.
A/N: Guess who's being all sappy againnnn.
Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff, self-indulgent as HECK, swearing, Nathan being a little shit, reader being a little shit too, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!
Word Count: 758
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You hear Nathan before you see him, practically stomping down the corridor. Most of the time he was surprisingly light footed and took a perverse glee in sneaking up on you at any available opportunity. So that fact that he was being so obvious about where he was now was most certainly to send you a message. 
The message of: hurry the fuck up and come to bed. 
You couldn’t help the smile that pulled at your lips. 
As the office door opened you pretended to ignore it, not even looking up from your screen as you typed. 
Out of the corner of your vision, you could see Nathan’s outline in the doorway, his hands on his hips as he watched you, the air of unimpressed rolling off him in waves. 
You count the seconds in your head, one, two, three, four…
“What the fuck are you doing?” He grumbled, padding into the room and standing next to you. 
“Working.” 
“It’s late.”
You don’t look up from your screen. “So?” 
“So?” 
“So?”
He groans. “Fucking turn that off.” 
You school your face into a scowl, despite the fact you want to giggle, and glare at him. “I’m working, you’re always working weird hours.”
“You were working five minutes ago, you were looking at lego sets.” He crosses his arms.
“Monitoring my computer?” You smirk.
“Always.”
“It’s research.” You stress.
“No, it’s not.” 
You turn back to your computer screen, but don’t even bother to pretend to hit the keys. 
Nathan lets out a humph. 
“Why do you want me to stop looking at Lego sets?” You ask as innocently as you can, looking back up at him. 
Nathan swallows, still scowling. 
You smile, sickenly sweet as glee runs through your veins. Slowly, you move to go back to what you were doing, purposefully moving languidly to drag the seconds out.
He breaks sooner than you thought he would.
“Fine, I’ll buy you every fucking Lego set that has ever been made, hell, I’ll buy you three. One to build, one to keep and one to burn-”
“That’s a waste, Nathan.”
He ignores your interjection, but he rolls his eyes at you, “if you just turn off the computer.”
“Why?” You don’t look at him. 
He grumbles again.
“Why Nathan?” You ask in a sing-song voice. 
“Don’t make me say it.” He mutters.
“Sorry?” You cup your hand to your ear in an over the top fashion just to tease him, “I didn’t catch that?” 
He groans, flopping his hands to his sides, looking momentarily like a toddler about to throw themselves on the floor for not getting their own way. 
“I want to go to sleep.” He huffs out.
“Sorry?” You can’t help but push him.
“I want to go to sleep.” He repeats, louder and clearer, and definitely with more exasperation.
You look up at him, giving him your full and undivided attention. “So?” 
He glares at you, a storm brewing on his forehead. But instead of saying something rude or marching off, he takes a deep breath. “I would like to go to sleep with you in bed next to me,” he pauses for half a second, pushing the frown from his face before he adds, “please.”
Surprisingly the word isn’t said begrudgingly. 
He catches the small flicker of shock on your face and he kneels down next to you, battering his eyes dramatically and putting his hands on your knees. 
“Please come to bed with me?” He says in an awful baby voice. 
You burst out laughing. “Stop, don’t ever do that fucking voice again.”
“Why?” He blinks harder, continuing the voice and somehow making it worse. 
You playfully go to push his cheek softly away, but he catches your wrist in his hand lightening fast as he kisses your wrist. 
“Please?” He repeats, still babyfied. 
“Will you stop that voice if I say yes?” You giggle. 
And he nods looking up at you softly, still battering his eyes. 
You snort. “Alright. You’re so silly.”
“No?” He grins and kisses your palm.
“Yes. All you needed to do was admit you’d like me to come to bed with you.” 
“Hmm,” he snuffles closer on his knees, pushing your legs lightly apart. “Need me to tell you I need you, huh? You that pathetic?” He teases.
“Yes.” You say bluntly, smiling, knowing that’s not what he expects.
There’s a flicker of surprise for a second before a soft smile pulls at his lips. “I need you, baby,” he says silkily, knowing that’s not what you expect either.
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strangesthirdeye · 8 months ago
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Being Sherlock's wife and going through the pregnancy would include:
Warning: It's Sherlock, he's a great man. fluff, aftermath of The Final Problem, sweet, baby, Sherlock is a great husband, pregnancy, Baby William creation.
As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.
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• Him, dumbfounded and stunned when you told the news that you are pregnant which causes you to be concerned with the lack of response from him.
"I think you broke him" John.
•But later Sherlock recovers from the state of loading his information by hugging you tightly and repeatedly saying you two have become parents.
• Since you are still in the early stages of pregnancy, Sherlock will monitor your diet and recommend routines that should be followed by pregnant women. That's after he did research for pregnant women on Google.
• Concerned with the safety of you and the baby when you insist on joining him and John to solve cases. Even if you are still early in your pregnancy and capable of doing your work, saying that you don't need to tire yourself, but later let you join him and John.
• Morning sickness? don't worry Sherlock is always alert to your situation so don't be surprised if he suddenly appears behind you just to hold your hair as you vomit all the contents of your stomach into the toilet.
• Headaches? Sherlock can give you paracetamol and massage your head. Body aches? automatically, Sherlock is good at massage
• When it comes to the middle of pregnancy, the majority of pregnant women will have cravings with weird combinations of food. So you are no exception.
• Lemon and Honey? Sherlock can take the pickle and peanut butter boots? Sherlock doesn't know if the one he married all this time is human or not.
• wake up late at night just to eat something spicy? Sherlock automatically got up and left the flat for the sake's of you.
• you are also no exception to mood swings and your victim is Sherlock. Obviously.
• from sad to angry to happy and Sherlock handles your mood easily because he really expects you to be like that. He will be the place where you release your mood swings as long as you don't kill him.
• John being an expert about pregnancy (Mary preggo tadaa) gave him advice to handle pregnant women.
"and don't stress her out, Sherlock" John obviously.
• And now the awaited time has arrived. As your stomach is getting bigger and rounder, Sherlock can't keep his hands on his side because he always puts his big hands on your stomach just to feel the baby in that stomach.
• he will kneel and talk to the baby in the stomach which becomes a daily routine in these few months. He excitedly talked about his cases. Obviously.
• Him, excited when he gets a response from the baby in the stomach like a baby kicking your stomach because the baby is excited with his father. Often leaving you gasping for breath due to indigestion being kicked by the baby in the stomach.
• rub your belly every night and hug you from the back every time you sleep.
• when it comes to last month of pregnancy, your body aches and back pain are getting worse and Sherlock always helps you.
• he will whisper words of comfort in your ear as he hugs you from behind and strokes your hair to convince you that you are a strong person as you are having a mental breakdown.
• But overall, everything turns out fine and you don't have a mental breakdown anymore. Thanks to your loving husband.
• Excited because there are only a few weeks left before he will meet his baby and always finding some good names for his baby.
• Gender? nahh he doesn't care about that as long as the baby comes out well.
"Tina?" Sherlock.
"sounds like somebody's aunt" You.
•talking with baby has become traditions now. And he cannot wait to hold his baby.
• last week of pregnancy, he already took you to the hospital in case you give birth early. Bags and all facilities such as baby clothes and diapers have been packed by Sherlock. So no need to worry.
• John gave him a word of advice about the newborn. Such as what he should do and what he shouldn't do so that he won't panic.
• Rosie is excited to meet her new friend and always stuck with you while talking to the baby in your belly. She already sees you as a mother figure as hers has passed away. So no wonder she always stuck with you.
• When it's time for you to give birth, Sherlock will be where you endure the pain when you push the baby out of your vagina. He doesn't care if his hand is broken because you grabbed it or you swear at him. He's always there.
• Him, saying that you are strong and encouraging you to push the baby.
• panic when everything was quiet for a moment but sighed in relief when he heard the sound of his baby crying for the first time. He rubbed your head happily.
• Him, support his bundle of joy in both hands and smile genuinely as he found out that he got a boy.
• William Scott Hamish Holmes. That's your baby's name and his.
• Kiss William's forehead tenderly and whisper some words like welcome him to the family of Holmes.
• He is always there when you need him. What a great husband.
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x-press-it · 8 days ago
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The Morning You Needed
If Only You’d Known How Much He Adores You 🎞️❤️‍🔥🌹✅
Worshiping!Logan Howlett x fem reader
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Summary: Struggling with executive paralysis, you’re trapped in bed, unable to shake the weight of the morning fog. Logan, noticing your absence, comes looking for you—never expecting to find you lost in a moment of self-care.
Content Warnings: Smut 18+ (Fingering) - Worshiping!Logan - Pet Names (Darling, sweetheart, princess, and more...) - Reader Notes: No Y/N, no physical description of the reader, no mention of powers - Fluff and Emotional Vulnerability: Deep feelings, mutual pining - Worship Themes: Religious imagery and reverent language - Mental Health: Executive Dysfunction - Trope: Coworkers to lovers. I'm back after 10 years of iatus and fairly new to how things are done on tumblr now, so sorry if I missed any warnings. Also english isn't my first language so there might be typos/weird sentences...
Notes: Got that idea during an Executive Paralysis and I absolutely had to write it. I also got inspired by some of @gothgoblinbabe writings. Cover made with canva from an idea I got from this post. Click on the divider to find the creator. Also first text I got to finish quickly and I'm very happy about it.
Word Count: 3.8K
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You lay in bed, the world outside your door humming along, oblivious. The clock ticked past noon, each minute gnawing at your sense of urgency. You knew you should get up, throw yourself into whatever needed doing today, but you felt…stuck. It was like this most days, as if your mind held your body hostage, whispering all the reasons to stay still, to ignore the day stretching beyond the safety of your blankets.
An edge of desperation crept in as you stared at the ceiling, urging your limbs to move, but they stayed as heavy as stone. You needed a shock, something to tear through the fog in your mind. And only one thought did that lately: Logan.
Your feelings for him were complicated—a growing crush that left you wishing he could be more than just a coworker or a friend. But that’s all he was. It was foolish, maybe, but the way he’d look at you sometimes made it hard to keep your imagination in check. Just thinking his name sent a warm shiver down your spine, a fire sparking low in your belly. It felt a little shameless—okay, maybe more than a little—but you needed something. So, you let yourself go there, let the memory of his gruff, knowing smile fill your mind, his voice, that low rumble, wrapping around you.
You slid a hand down your body, passing the hem of your panties; finding your clit, fingers grazing your skin, teasing yourself with little touches, hoping for that spark to grow into something strong enough to bring you to the edge and shot something powerful enough to let you get up. But as your fingers worked, moving with practiced rhythm, something was missing. You could feel yourself getting wet, your body reacting, but it wasn’t…enough. The sensation remained dull, just on the edge of pleasure, refusing to give you the relief you needed.
Frustration built, and you let out a soft, needy sigh, the sound of it almost foreign to your own ears. “Logan…” you whispered, his name spilling out on instinct, but even saying it out loud did nothing to stoke the fire. You tried again, a little more insistently, your hand moving faster, pressing harder, but the ache in your chest only grew as the release you needed slipped further away.
“Please…” you whimpered, barely aware of the soft plea in your voice. Your lips parted as you mumbled his name again, breath hitching as if the sound alone could bring him here, could make your fantasies real enough to touch. “Logan… I need you… please…”
The air in the hallway thickened as Logan reached your door, every inch of his body keenly aware of the quiet but unmistakable sounds drifting out from your room. He’d been looking for you, a little concerned when you hadn’t shown up in the dining room with the others, but he hadn’t expected to find you still in bed at this hour. And he sure as hell hadn’t expected…this.
Your voice, hushed and breathy, sent a shock through him, making his fists clench at his sides. The way you murmured his name, as if he were the only thing you needed, tugged at something deep inside him. His jaw tightened as he strained to listen, torn between stepping away and giving you the privacy he’d unintentionally invaded—or giving in to the primal pull to walk in and be exactly what you seemed to need.
A frustrated, desperate sigh escaped your lips, almost a plea, and the scent of your need grew stronger, filling the hallway and his senses until his restraint nearly shattered. Before he knew it, his hand was on the door, pushing it open in a single, decisive motion.
You didn’t hear the creak of your bedroom door until it was too late.
When you opened your eyes, there he was, Logan standing in your doorway, watching you. His expression was intense, raw, the guarded look he usually wore completely gone. You froze, heat flooding your cheeks, but your body betrayed you, heart pounding as you realized he’d heard every word. And he wasn’t moving back.
He took a step inside, closing the door softly behind him, his gaze holding you captive. “Sorry, darlin’,” he murmured, using a nickname you’d never earned from him before, his voice thick, rough around the edges. His eyes roamed over you in a way that made your breath catch—as if he’d been fighting this moment longer than he’d ever admit. “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”
But the way he looked at you, the way he stayed right there, told you he was anything but sorry.
Recovering from the shock, you jerked your hand away from your panties as if burned, heart pounding and face on fire. Caught didn’t even begin to cover it—you’d been caught fantasizing about him. And it wasn’t just any daydream. You’d let yourself fall into the idea of his hands, his mouth, his low growl against your skin, the thought of his face buried between your thighs driving you wild.
But now he was right there, larger than life, his piercing gaze fixed on you. A wave of panic flooded through you, and you searched for something to say, some way to explain yourself without making it worse, but all the clever words you usually had seemed to vanish. You were always quick with a retort, always strong and sure, but now? Now, you could barely meet his eyes, fumbling for words like a nervous kid.
A soft, “Shh… it’s okay, sweetheart,” rumbled from him, low and soothing as he crossed the room. He wasn’t upset—hell, he didn’t even look surprised. Instead, there was something else in his eyes, something gentler, maybe even…concerned? He settled onto the edge of the bed, the weight dipping beside you as his hand came to rest on your shoulder, thumb brushing in soft, reassuring circles.
You rolled to your side, burying your face in your pillow, wishing the mattress would just swallow you whole. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, voice muffled by the fluffy cushion. You didn’t dare look at him, feeling his warmth beside you, his steady palm now traveling to your shoulder blade.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, voice so soft and kind it almost undid you right there. He started tracing comforting patterns and you could feel the warmth of his hand through your t-shirt. And then he paused, giving you a moment to breathe. “Talk to me, darlin’.”
Here it was again, that nickname you had so desperately wished for and your grip on the pillow tightened, the words slipping out despite yourself. “I… I’m stuck,” you admitted, barely a whisper. “I needed a…boost to… get out of bed.”
The silence settled between you, thick with a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity. You could feel the way he was watching you, his gaze so intense it made your skin prickle.
“Does that happen a lot?” he asked, his voice gentle, almost as if he were talking you through a storm. You nodded, still refusing to look up, knowing how vulnerable this felt. “Almost every morning,” you admitted, the words nearly catching in your throat.
“And… do you make yourself come every time?” His voice was low, but there was a raw, hungry edge to it now that made you ache even more. You felt heat flood your cheeks, the silence between his question and your answer practically crackling.
“Most days,” you said, so softly it was barely more than a breath.
He let that settle, and then, his last question fell, just a hint of roughness in it. “Thinkin’ of me?”
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. But the sudden warmth at the tips of your ears, the way your face burned, pressing even harder against the pillow, was all the answer he needed. He stayed there, hand still tracing those soft circles on your back, closer than ever, and you could feel every inch of his presence, his silent understanding.
Logan’s hand stilled for a heartbeat, and you could feel him leaning closer, his breath brushing along your temple. “Then let me help you, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice soft and reassuring, the offer lingering between you, unspoken but unmistakable.
The words barely registered. Your mind scrambled to process them as they settled over you like a blanket you hadn’t realized you needed. What? You pushed yourself up on your elbows, eyes wide, almost demanding him to say it again, to prove you hadn’t misheard.
“If that’s what gets you up, then… let me help,” he said, a gentle smile softening his usually hard features as he replaced a strand of your hair behind your ear. He was serious—honest, even. A flicker of something warm and sincere lingered in his eyes, a quiet honor in knowing you reached for thoughts of him in those intimate moments. And yet, you shook your head, feeling a pang of doubt.
“No, Logan,” you murmured, swallowing hard as you pushed away the thought of pity or obligation. “I don’t want you doing this because you feel like you… have to. I don’t want that.”
A moment of silence stretched between you, heavy but not tense, as Logan’s gaze softened even more. “I don’t feel like I have to,” he whispered, voice rough yet impossibly gentle. “I want to. I want to help you.” He let out a breath, barely audible, as his eyes held yours. “I want you.”
Those words, so earnest, so raw, carved straight through you, catching the breath in your chest. You searched his face for anything that might prove it was a lie, a flicker of doubt, anything to suggest he didn’t mean what he’d just confessed. But his gaze remained steady, almost reverent, as though he couldn’t believe his own luck. In that gaze, you saw nothing but honesty, and in that honesty, a hunger that mirrored your own.
“Just tell me what you need, princess,” he murmured, voice deep and devout, making your skin burn. “Tell me, and I’ll do it.”
A rush of heat washed over you as he leaned closer, his breath mingling with yours, and you couldn’t help the warmth that spread between your thighs, the ache for him burning hotter than before. A shiver ran through you, and with a nod, you swallowed, barely managing to whisper, “Touch me…” the desperation clear in your voice. “Kiss me…”
In a heartbeat, his hand was on your face, the roughness of his fingers a gentle caress that grounded you as he tilted your face up toward his. His lips brushed against yours, soft at first, tasting, savoring, and then he sank into the kiss with a low, guttural moan that sent a shock straight through you. The room blurred, everything fading until there was only him, his lips coaxing you, drawing every ounce of want to the surface, and you melted into it, letting the world fall away.
A soft groan escaped your lips as his free hand found your knee, inching up against your thigh, each touch of his fingers sparking under your skin until every nerve felt alert, humming. When he slipped his fingers under the hem of your panties, a shudder tore through you, and before you could even think to hold back, you gasped against his mouth, arching into his touch as his thumb found its way to your clit. The warmth of his fingers was nothing like your own touch—it was electric, hot, setting fire to your senses as he began those slow, teasing circles.
He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his own brimming with something almost tender as he murmured words against your lips. “You’re so beautiful… can hardly keep my eyes off you most days. You drive me crazy, y’know that?”
The confession, paired with his touch, made your skin burn even hotter. You spread your legs a little wider, instinctively inviting him closer, letting him take his time as he pressed warm kisses down your neck, each one sending a fresh wave of heat down your spine. His lips traveled lower, igniting every inch of skin he touched, until he brushed over the thin fabric covering your chest. He paused, and your breath caught as he pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss over the peak of your breast through your t-shirt.
Your fingers clutched the sheets under them, gripping hard as his thumb continued its torturously slow circles, your body wriggling beneath him. But as another one of his finger slipped inside you, a moan escaped, deeper, rawer than before. He moved slowly at first, teasing, letting you feel every inch of him, every subtle twist and curl of his fingers. Your whole body tensed, feeling the tension coil tighter and tighter in your belly as a second finger joined in, reaching places you couldn’t on your own, working you in a rhythm that had you quivering under him.
Feeling the building heat, you couldn’t hold back anymore. With a desperate exhale, you reached for the hem of your shirt, tugging it up, exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze. “Lick…” The single word fell from your lips, soft but insistent—a perfect blend of a plea and an order, the only way you knew how to ask.
A lazy, pleased grin stretched across his face as he lowered himself, meeting your eyes with a flicker of mischief. “Yeah? Whatever you need, sweetheart…”
And then his mouth was on you, his tongue warm and firm as he began to taste the skin of your stomach, teasing, and the sound you made was something you’d never heard from yourself before. It was raw, unguarded, and he took it as permission, his mouth traveling up, his fingers never slowing as he found every spot that made you shudder, that made you melt around him, fully under his spell.
Words started spilling from his mouth as he murmured against your skin like a prayer, his voice thick with reverence as he whispered things you never imagined would pour from his lips. “You’re so damn perfect,” he breathed, the heat of his words sinking into you as his mouth moved over your nipple, his tongue tracing circles, slow and deliberate, leaving you aching, raw with need. His free hand cupped your other breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak in the same worshipful rhythm, his fingers kneading with a gentleness that only made you more breathless.
“Could do this every morning… if you ordered me to,” he murmured, his words laced with devotion, his voice unlike anything you’d ever heard before. The softness, the way he touched you, spoke to you as though you were something holy—it made you shiver.
He paused, lifting his head just enough to meet your gaze. The look in his eyes was nothing short of adoration, and the intensity made your chest tight. “I’d worship you, body and soul, if you wanted me to,” he went on, each word like a promise, thick and raw, like he was saying something forbidden, something sacred. “I’d be content just to be… the dog sleeping at your perfect feet.”
The sheer need in his tone—like he’d surrender everything just for a chance to touch you like this ever again—sent you spiraling. You clung to him, his words igniting something deep within you, a desire that felt endless, consuming. Each touch, each gentle pinch, only drove you closer, made your whole body taut with need.
“You’re a queen, divine,” he whispered, his hand pressing down, fingers pinching and rolling over the sensitive peak of your breast, but also curling and scissoring in your wet core, drawing a moan from you that he swallowed with his mouth, as though the air you breathed out was blessed. “And I’d be anything you wanted, just to have permission to look at you like this whenever you’d allow.”
The devotion in his voice, the reverence, held a depth you’d never felt before. Every nerve in your body was on fire, drawn tight and ready to unravel.
His fingers moved within you in perfect rhythm, coaxing and curling with an exquisite control that only made you melt deeper into him. He felt you tightening, your body responding to every movement, and he leaned closer, his voice like a gentle request and a plea all at once. “That’s it,” he coaxed, his tone devout and low, “Let yourself fall… I’ll catch you, my Goddess… my everything.”
And as his words wrapped around you, you let yourself go, falling into a release that tore a gasp from your lips, his name leaving you in a breathless, broken whisper before you dissolved into laughter, unable to contain the sheer, overwhelming rush that coursed through you. You shook with the pleasure of it, his steady hand guiding you through, his fingers keeping a perfect pace as you rode the waves, your body arching, your breath ragged.
He didn’t stop, his gaze locked on yours, watching you, almost spellbound. The look in his eyes, pride mixed with something almost… awestruck, as if he couldn’t believe he was the reason behind every sound, every tremble. A smirk tugged at his lips, but there was a tenderness there too, a softness that made your heart race all over again.
Finally, a sigh slipped from you, your body melting into the bed, limbs relaxed and loose, the intensity fading into a satisfied numbness. He stayed beside you, fingers brushing a soft caress along your side, his eyes warm as he leaned close. “Good?” he asked, the hint of a chuckle in his voice, though his expression was still reverent, soft.
The answer was written all over you, your body relaxed in a way that left no doubt. With a soft sigh, you nodded, letting yourself sink back into the moment.
“Better than I've been in a long time,” you admitted, the honesty coming out almost in a whisper. Before he could respond, you sat up, cupping his jaw in both hands, pressing a kiss to his lips, slow and filled with everything you couldn’t put into words.
“Thanks,” you murmured, brushing your nose against his in a quiet moment of affection.
He held your gaze steadily, his expression a mixture of softness and something fierce beneath it. “Anything for you, darlin’,” he replied, the sincerity in his voice resonating through you. “Anytime.”
A small, shy smile tugged at your lips under the weight of his gaze. The intensity there made your heart skip, and without thinking, you ducked your head, pressing yourself into his neck, wrapping your arms around him tightly. You could faintly feel his heartbeat under your cheek, steady and grounding.
“Is this real?” you found yourself mumbling, a part of you still wondering if you were about to wake up.
His hands rubbed slow, soothing circles over your shoulder blade. “Yeah, sweetheart, it’s real,” he murmured against your hair, chuckling softly.
You nodded, and the moment lingered a little longer as you noticed his hands trailing down your back, brushing lightly enough that a hint of heat rose between you again. You pressed closer, feeling the evidence of his own desire still lingering beneath the denim of his jeans, hard and unyielding against you.
“What about you?” you asked softly, feeling the slight twitch of his hands on your waist.
His gaze dropped, a faint, almost self-conscious smile playing on his lips. “I can wait,” he replied, voice low, a hint of gravel to it. He met your eyes, his expression warm, reassuring. But as he held your gaze, something in his eyes promised that, whenever you had time, he’d still be there, waiting for you.
His words reminded you of the day ahead, the responsibilities waiting, and with a deep breath, you reluctantly pulled yourself back, your body protesting the loss of his warmth as you moved to stand. You gave him a rueful smile, glancing at the stack of clean clothes that still sat on the chair by your desk, needing to be put away, from which you pulled some underwear, a shirt and pants. His eyes stayed on you, a steady, silent presence even as you dressed.
Tentatively, you extended your hand to him, silently inviting him to get up, but instead, he caught it, pulling you back to him with a gentle tug. His head pressed against your stomach, hands wrapping behind your thighs as he inhaled deeply, his nose brushing the fabric of your shirt, breathing you in like he was memorizing every part of you.
The moment felt like a quiet confession, unspoken but profound, and your fingers found their way to his hair, combing through the strands in slow, comforting motions.
“I could stay here forever,” he murmured, his voice a warm, rough whisper that seemed to settle in the depths of you.
The words felt like they carried a weight he hadn’t quite meant to say out loud, but he didn’t pull back. Instead, his arms found their way to your waist, wrapping around you, holding you like he wasn’t ready to let go. His warmth spread through you, and you couldn’t help but feel the tug of something deeper, something that made you want to sink into this moment for as long as it would last.
You brushed a gentle kiss to the top of his head, savoring the feeling of him so close. “I could, too,” you whispered, barely louder than a breath, feeling the vulnerability of it even as you spoke. And when his grip tightened just a bit, you knew he’d heard you.
But time pulled at you both, and eventually, you forced yourself to take a step back, feeling the coolness of the room where his warmth had been. He looked up at you with that same, steady devout gaze, as if you were the only thing that mattered.
“Guess we’ve both got things to do,” he murmured as he stood, his voice reluctant, fingers brushing over yours, hesitant before reaching out and wrapping his hand around yours, a bit tentative, as if unsure if you'd welcome the contact.
You nodded, giving his hand a soft, reassuring squeeze, your silent way of saying you felt it too, that you were in this together.
Slowly, you both made your way to the door, side by side, neither of you willing to rush this. You glanced at him as you reached the doorway, catching the way he watched you, his gaze carrying a warmth and intensity that made your pulse stutter.
The promise in his eyes lingered, and it held a quiet certainty. Despite the end of this perfect moment, you knew it was only the beginning.
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Hi, babe!!!! I just accidentally hit my head really hard and I need some comfort. So could you please write something for a non idol! Reader with some kind of injury? I’m feeling better now, but I still need something to get me going. Love you💕💕
⛓️Hello babes! So this may have been slightly self-indulgent as your girl is in SERIOUS need of some physical affection lol but i do really hope you enjoy it!⛓️
✨️Peace of mind✨️
❤️Pairing: San x reader
⚠️Warnings: cussing, some suggestiveness🖤
This is truly a fluff fest, and I am absolutely NOT sorry.
‼️This is purely for entertainment purposes and does not represent the idol in any way‼️
🖤This was not proofread, so I apologize for any typos or weird mistakes 😅 Hope you enjoy!🖤
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You didn't plan on injuring yourself today, I mean, does anyone ever really plan on it? You'd been rushing to get your things together, eager to head home and get out of your uncomfortable office attire. Bending down to grab your laptop bag and purse your head collided with the corner of your desk. Your vision blacking out for a quick moment and a sharp pain shooting through your head, you let out a groan. "Fuck.." Your hand finding it's way to your forehead to apply pressure to the aching area. Sitting back in your chair hand still holding your head you heard a knock at the door. "Come in." San opened the door, leaning himself against the frame. "Hey I was just coming to see if you.... shit, are you okay?" The casual stance he had disappeared as he made his way to your desk. Pulling your hand away from your head his eyes widened. "You're bleeding y/n. What happened?" Concern written all over his face, he headed to bookshelf in the corner of your office where the first aid kit was. "I'm okay.." You started looking at your blood covered hand that had been resting on your head. "I was just trying to pack up and I hit my head on the desk when I went to grab my bags." He let out a small chuckle, internally scolding himself for laughing at your clumsiness. "Yup, that sounds like something you'd do." He sat on your desk facing you, pulling your hand into his to wipe away the blood with a small antibacterial wipe he'd gotten from your first aid kit. "So what were you coming in to ask me before you stopped to play nurse?" You asked, nuding his knee with your free hand, a cute little smirk resting on your face.
The two of you had a bit of a back and forth going at the office. Passing flirty winks back and forth in the hallways, randomly showing up at each other's offices with any and every excuse in the book as to why. Neither of you had actually made a move to further things, though. Part of you wondered why, but another part of you figured it was because the both of you knew dating in the workplace, you get really messy really quick. Either way, you always caught yourself wishing things could be more.
"Well, I was going to see if you had plans tonight. But considering you just tried to put yourself into a coma, I don't think now would be the best time for a date." As if it was the most casual sentence in the world, he leaned forward to wipe the blood from your forehead and face, with nothing but a concentrated look painting his own. "I wouldn't say no if you asked." You looked up at him, a glimer of relief and excitement passing through your wide eyes. He chuckled knowingly. "Oh, I know. Don't think I haven't been wanting to ask you out for a while now. I just didn't want things to get weird if I did, but I think it's pretty obvious we'd both like to see where this could go." You giggled at the truth he just admitted so bluntly. There was no arguing that you were dying to see what things would be like if you both just allowed yourselves to be honest with your emotions towards each other.
"So, how about instead of going out like I was originally planning, we stay in and you let me take care of you and that injured little head of yours?" Playfully nudging your chin with his thumb, he looked at you with warmth in his eyes and a shinning smile spreading across his lower face. You couldn't help but return the cheesy grin up in his direction. "That sounds even better, honestly. No loud noises or bright lights. And most importantly, no feeling the need to wear uncomfortable clothes to look pretty." He tsked, a fake pout spread across his features. "You wouldn't want to dress up and go on a nice date with me??" He crossed him, arms feigning disappointment. "Right now? No. I want nothing more than some comfy sweats and to get out of these harsh lights." Your head really was throbbing. As much as his banter improved your mood, your eyes had been squinted the whole time, and you were ready to go anywhere that was quite and dimly lit. His muffled laughter catching your attention, he offered you his hand to help you up. He made sure to grab your bags so you wouldn't have to bend down again and risk another blow to your already aching head. "Okay, okay, princess, my place work for you? I've got plenty of comfy sweats, you can pick whichever ones you want." Walking out of your office, your face resembled that of a high school girl getting a text from her crush. You were smiling, blushing, internally screaming, and giggling. I mean, who wouldn't feel that way when the hottest man to ever grace this planet was taking you home to comfort you and make sure you still got a little date out of it. Honestly, the fact you knew without a doubt he'd have no expectations from you made you weak in the knees. Just a genuinely caring man who wants to make sure you are feeling okay because you hit your head. You weren't sure the exact moment the gods started blessing you, but you were mentally thanking them the entire walk to his car.
The car ride was rather nice. His hand resting on your thigh, the two of you talking about everything and nothing. When you finally reached his house, he quickly opened your door, offering you his hand to help you to your feet. Outside his house was simple but beautiful. He had a wrap around porch with a black metal bench swing, stringed light bulbs lining the edge of the covering, and a sitting area with two large wicker chairs and a small table. His yard was well maintained with beautiful flowers and greenery placed perfectly throughout. You were admiring the simplicity and homey feel as he ushered you up the front steps and through his front door. The inside of his home was equally as inviting, sleek, and modern, with carefully placed decor, highlighting the various spacious rooms. Gesturing you to follow him, the two of you moved to his living room. "Make yourself at home. I'm gonna go grab you some headache meds and water really quick. I'll be right back." You smiled in his direction, nodding at him in a silent thank you. Sitting on the couch, you took a look around the living room. A large marble fireplace in front of you with a large TV mounted to the wall above it. The mantle was decorated with a few vining plants and pictures of who you assumed were his brothers or really close friends. You smiled to yourself at how many goofy and well taken photos he'd proudly displayed. He quickly made his way back to the living room with meds and water in hand. "Here, take these. I'm going to go change really quick, and then you can pick out your pj's for the night." With a warm smile and a gentle kiss to the forehead, he made his way down the hall and to his room.
It was only a few minutes before San was back by your side. "Alright, gorgeous, let's get you into some comfier clothes." He bent down, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to his bedroom before sitting you gently on his bed. Opening his closet, he motioned his hand to the large selection of sweats as if to say 'take your pick'. Your eyes lit up at the grandiose selection, a delighted smile on your face. Picking out a plain black set, he brought the clothing to the bed and laid it down next to you neatly. "You can change in here. I'll wait in the living room. You have any movie requests? I can order some pizza, if that sounds good to you." You chuckled at how considerate he was. If you were being honest you'd expected him to be a total fuck boy. The flirting at the office and his perfectly styled appearance just screamed 'I'll take your chick and fuck her in front of you'. Yet, even if there was some truth to that, he was actually turning out to be a real gentleman. "You pick the movie, I can never make a decision and my head hurts too much to even try right now. And pizza sounds great, thank you." With a quick nod, he was leaving the room to let you change. Alone in his room, sitting on his bed, you felt a sense of home. His bed was plush and comfortable. You had to fight yourself to get up and change, deciding it'd probably be off putting if he found you curled up under his sheets fast asleep when you never came back.
Walking back you to the living room, you stopped at the entryway, smiling to yourself at the sight before you. San had set up the perfect at home date night. A makeshift pallet full of blankets on the floor, several pillows leaning against the couch, candles flickering on the mantle and end tables. Pizza was sitting on the coffee table, which was pushed off to the side, sitting next to one of the end tables. He'd turned the lights off to make sure the brightness wouldn't cause your headache to worsen and had a movie already pulled up and ready. Thanking the gods for the nth time today, you walked into the living room, taking your place beside San. Handing you your plate, he pressed play on the movie before grabbing his own plate. Both eating now, you looked to the screen, a familiar movie playing. A movie you'd watched many times, usually when you were alone and sad, sobbing into your pillow at the when you heard the line "if you're a bird, I'm a bird." You should've guessed by this point he'd be the type of guy to enjoy romantic movies. What you didn't guess was that he picked this movie so he could see how you reacted. He wanted to see what made you laugh, what made you cry, and what made your eyes shine with want. He wanted to get to know you better and more than just small talk and casual flirting.
Finishing your food, he took your plates and set them on the coffee table. He put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, placing an attentive kiss to the top of your head. Leaning into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder, a content smile grew across your face. Although your headache seemed to be dissipating, the events of the day seemed to be catching up with you. Your eyelids growing heavier by the second. Noticing how your body seemed to grow more relaxed, San wrapped his arms around you and carefully moved the two of into a laying position. In the half awake/ half asleep haze, you softly muttered, "This is perfect. Thank you, Sannie." Your eyes never opening, you nuzzled further into him, your head now rest on his chest, your leg laid across his thighs. The soft touch of his fingers running through your hair and the steady beating of his heart lulling you into the most traquil night of sleep you've had in years. A soft kiss to your forehead and then to the top of your head, San allowed himself to succumb to his own tiredness, truly at ease with you in his arms.
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ququb444hm · 11 months ago
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𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝
part 30 / sassy man apocalypse ☆
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warning(s): *REUPLOAD* bc i didnt like the first one n i am in love with angst/comfort, possible typos, profanity, kys joke
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rain pitter-pattered against the glass windows of mr. ramirez’s classroom as soft jazz filled the empty conversations of college students writing out their history essays due at the end of the week. 
“aw man. what the hell.” rin groaned as he accidentally wrote down the wrong citation on his worksheet. “mori, do you have white-out? i keep fucking messing up and i’m so close to throwing the whole paper away.”
rummaging through his green pencil pouch, the sandy blond shook his head with a frown. “think i might’ve forgotten it in my dorm, sorry. nn* might have some though,” he stood up from his chair, walking over to yn’s table which was as quiet as ever.
(nn = nickname)
keiji had just left to go use the bathroom a few minutes ago, the seat in front of his being vacant also because that student barely came to class, today was no different. the girl who was assigned to sit in front of yn was fast asleep and the other kid who was supposed to be in front of kozume had moved to talk to their friend across the room. this left yn and kozume alone together. awkward. 
but yn didn’t seem to care... or to notice.
actually, she didn’t even seem mentally present.
mr. ramirez was still getting used to being in a physical classroom after persistently having asynchronous classes for almost two years because he simply “didn’t wanna get out of bed.”— he often supported his statement by falling asleep after his short lectures and with the current weather, it was easy to do so. 
so whenever yn had history class, it was basically a free period. which was very much needed after the conversation she had the previous day with shoyou. just what did he mean when he said kozume was scared of letting himself be happy? so focused on the question at hand that everything around her all mushed together into an unimportant blur. the pen in her dominant hand moved on autopilot, creating messy scribbles all over her notebook– seemingly illustrating her disordered mind.
“yn, do you have any white-out? cause oh! uh-” mori peeked over her shoulder, seeing the black ink pour out of the pen and dance like there was no tomorrow all over the lined paper. “uhm.. yn?”
noticing her unresponsive behavior, kozume placed a gentle hand over hers, squeezing it ever so slightly. “hey,” his soft touch mixed with the familiar comforting sound of his voice lulled yn’s tangled thoughts, bringing her back to the present moment. “are you okay? mori was trying to talk to you but you weren’t responding.”
“hm? oh.” collecting herself, yn turned to face her friend with a smile. “sorry, mori.”
the libero raised a brow at the interaction, his eyes lingering on the physical contact of their hands that still continued even with yn snapped out of her daze. “uh yeah, all good, nn. rin just needed some white-out 'cause i forgot mine. so i’ll be taking this-” he situated himself in between yn and kozume’s chairs, purposely hovering the top half of his body over their joined hands (with his ass poking out because of the weird position) to emphasize his nonverbal disapproval at the blond, before dramatically grabbing the white-out and dragging it to the edge of the desk, successfully (and awkwardly) separating their hands in the process. “pleasure doing business with you.” he chirped, giving kozume a dirty look before trudging back to his own table.
“sorry.” kozume mumbled, turning his attention back to his work. he internally groaned, scolding himself for what he did. ‘couldn’t you just tap her shoulder? but noooo you just can’t keep your hands off her. stupid.’
“it’s okay.” yn reassured. “actually, kozume i-” the sound of the chair next to her sliding against the vinyl flooring made her stop her sentence– keiji was back. “nevermind."
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as time drew on, it was finally the end of morning classes, and yet it was still pouring outside. even heavier than when class started.
“be careful out there!” mr. ramirez warned, watching as students bustled out of his class and into the rain. “make sure to turn your essays in by friday, midnight! each minute after the deadline is my increasing disappointment in all of you!”
“you sure you’re okay going with him?” mori asked for the fifth time as yn packed her bag. kozume blankly stared at mori, wanting to get out of the class as soon as possible because he could feel keiji staring at them, eavesdropping on the conversation. he internally begged keiji wouldn’t try to confront him about walking with yn. 
but, in all honestly…he was a little happy that yn had asked. even if it was because of tetsu. he missed her. every single fiber in his body yearned to be with her. hate coursed his body ever since that night. but only for himself. he wouldn’t, couldn’t, never blame anyone else, even keiji, for his actions because he knew that in the end, he was the one that told yn all those cruel words. so when yn asked if he could accompany her to pick up tetsu, he was grateful that they were able to have some time alone. just the two of them.
yn sent her friend a comforting smile. “i’ll be okay, don’t worry about me. just let coach know we’re gonna be a little late m’kay?” mori sighed, knowing he couldn’t change her mind even if he physically dragged yn away from kozume– they’d just find their way back to each other one way or another.
“see you.” rin murmured, ruffling yn’s hair before walking out with mori.
“which building is tetsu in?” kozume asked, getting his umbrella ready.
yn fixed the straps of her bag, waving at mr. rameriz as she and kozume exited the class before answering, “pretty sure it's on the second floor of T building.”
“ohh.”
“is that okay?”
“yeah. that’s okay.”
the walk to T building was quiet and a bit tense. yn fidgeted with her hands, shoyou’s words still circulating through her mind. she wanted answers from kozume. she wanted him to tell her why things were the way they were between them. but she didn’t want to force it out of him. she wanted kozume to come to her first. her eyes focused on the path in front, letting the sound of the rain calm her down. 
kozume on the other hand, he couldn’t stop staring at her. he never could in the first place. yn was just so spellbinding, and the rain wasn’t helping in the slightest. he had so much to say, but he could never find the right words when it came to her. he stopped in his tracks, holding onto the umbrella tightly. his free hand pulled at the hem of yn’s jacket so they were facing each other. “yn, i’m sorry.” his voice was soft. it was almost hard to hear over the harsh rain. 
the sudden gesture caught yn off guard. “wha..?” kozume’s apology, though expected because of how much they both knew his words affected yn, came out of nowhere. “kozume-”
“i know i haven’t been honest with you, but i..” he pursed his lips, mind going blank as he stared into yn’s inquisitive eyes. “i don’t know what to do.” his voice sounding desperate. sounding lost.
“kozume,” every time she said his name, it felt like a stab to the heart. he missed how her voice was laced with so much love when she’d call him kozu or koz, but now his name seemed foreign as it rolled off her tongue. she placed a comforting hand on his, returning the gentle squeeze he gave her previously. “you’re my friend before anything that happens. i don’t know what’s happening with you, and it physically hurts to have you push me away, but i’ll always want to be someone you can talk to.” her thumb rubbed the back of his hand, soothing all his anxious assumptions of how the conversation would’ve turned out.
her touch was so soft and warm, a heavenly contrast to the heavy rainfall. kozume’s features relaxed, his head falling forward to rest on yn’s shoulder. her other hand reached to caress his head. “i don’t want to keep hurting you.” he mumbled.
“i don’t want to keep getting hurt either, kozume.”
“i know, i’m sorry yn. please be a little more patient with me. i didn’t mean anything i said that night, i was just overwhelmed and i regret taking it out on you.”
yn continued running her fingers through his blond hair. she slowly nodded, letting his words sink in. “i don’t forgive you for what you said, and how you constantly kept confusing me before that night, but i’m not mad at you, kozume.” her hold on his hand tightened in just the slightest. “it hurt when you made me feel you liked me back and kissed me only to call everything a mistake, and it hurt when you told me you weren’t being honest with me just now. you hurt me kozume, but still, i don’t want to lose you.”
the two stayed in their positions for a few more minutes. allowing themselves to bask in each other’s comfort. yn was the only good thing in kozume’s life, he knew that. and for a moment he let himself forget just how much he needed her. but he wouldn’t make the same mistake again. 
he knew he had to talk to keiji.
“what took you guys so long?!” tetsu fussed. after what was about 15 minutes since the bell, the two had finally made it to tetsurou’s class. “and why is my sister wet, kozu!? i thought you had an umbrella??” he quickly removed his own jacket, placing it on top of yn’s smaller figure. 
“it’s raining hard as fuck out there.” kozume groaned, also damp from the rain
“why do you guys still have practice anyway.” yn shivered, wrapping herself in the added fabric. “i know your game is coming up but what if some of you get sick?”
“no pain, no gain!” tetsu insisted, grabbing kozume’s umbrella from him and pushing the two out of the class. “now we gotta hurry..coach called me like three times telling me to get my ass to the gym!”
yn checked her phone to see if she had gotten a call also,
2 missed calls from milo’s dad 🫶🏼 1 missed call from SUNAVABITCH 🤣🤣 3 missed calls from alcoholic (coach) ⭐️
“well, fuck.”
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stuck-in-the-ghost-zone · 22 days ago
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hi!!!! kicks my feet id like to see ur wiwi first death thoughts pls
- @suckinitup
MY BELOVED MUTUAL SUCKINITUP HOW ARE YOU. HEAD IN HANDS. I LOVE WILLIAM WISP. FUCK. i think abt him constantly but i almost never write down my thoughts because if i think abt him for too long i make myself sick. like fr. i love him too much. ouuguhghhg going to just straight copy paste this under a cut because it is SO LONG sorry for any typos or sentences that sound weird out of context bc these were originally discord messages:
ohhhhhhh wiwi first death. god . i have so many fucking emotions about wiwi first death. before i get into this im going to say fork found in kitchen to myself because so much of how i view wiwi comes from a VERY SPECIFIC type of dp fanon that it would take me 12 years to actually explain in detail so im gonna say just trust me and understand that william wisp is literally just a fuckign. walmart rebrand of a type of danny characterization i really wish people would just oc-ify (thank you charlie slimecicle for doing this for me)
okayyyyyy okay okay okay. i love there being like. a STARK fucking difference between william before the fall and william after the fall. william before the fall was so much... brighter. in every sense of the word. he looks ALIVE because he is! hes just a . regular fuckign 16 yr old boy. that weird kid in your math class. and yeah he has . suuuuper undiagnosed untreated depression but like its a small rural town thats normal i think. hes got his little group of friends to spend hours with going on cool hikes and reading about the paranormal at the library and sitting in circles talking about conspiracy theories and things. i think UPP is. awesome. i hesitate to get too attached to them in headcanon world just because i dont want bizly to then introduce us to them in s3 and i have to reframe my whole mindset . whatever. i have vague ideas of who they are but the important bit is like. i just think theyre really good friends. and they spend a lot of time together. and william is kind of their defacto leader because... he is the only one of them who actually has truesight. they all believe in ghosts and monsters and stuff but william is the only one who can actually SEE THEM. like. constantly. and thats a lot. and even though they believe him they dont really like.... understand. which kind of makes william feel disconnected from basically everyone around him at all times. i dont think truesight is probably a well-known thing?? so when he was little and started crying to his parents about monsters they thought he just had bad night terrors and then he just................. hes 16 now and still talks about it (less so now, hes learned the horrors of middle- and hihg-school Shame and not to be Super Weird All The Time) so its more like. hmm theres something Wrong here but we dont know what and we dont know how to help. other people (you included ros) have said this better than me but goddddd you knowww the dynamic btwn william and his parents is rough. they love him! so much! and they want to support him! and william loves them too! but they dont GET IT they dont UNDERSTAND and its like. you know what i mean. when you get a mental health diagnosis and suddently everyone is treating you like youre made of glass and nobody really knows what to say around you anymore or whatever. you know what i mean. that.
ANYWAY ALL THIS IS FUCKING. PREAMBLE. GOD. the fall. man. i think there is a STRICT UPP rule of "dont go into the whispering woods alone" and thats the case for the ENTIRETY of their friendship. DONT go into the woods alone. william knows exactly what kind of shit lives in the woods and he knows hes the only one that can reliably see them and he doesnt want anyone to get hurt. MINIMUM of two members for whispering woods investigations. (this is not a town rule or anything. i think the adults of deadwood are aware that its a weird place but it all gets brushed off like . aha everywhere has quirks! and the UPP are like. the conspiracy kids that know the Real Stuff going on. very..... house of anubis is the closest Real Media vibe i can think of rn. UPP pre-fall is like the closest u will get to . scooby doo style monster of the week shenanigans that arent really super serious because theyre safe as they can be about it! bunch of kids doing a ouija board. you know how it is)
uhhhhhhh and then william starts acting weird! i think all of them are on a whispering woods investigation together and theyre all walking together and then william starts lagging behind, staring out at something none of them can see, kind of like. zoned out. tranfixed. and when theyre like "will what do you see?" he shakes his head and snaps out of it like. huh? what? nothing lets keep walking. (it was a wisp btw. obviously) and there are a couple more incidents of him doing this same thing on that one hike until eventually they decide to call it because theyre not finding anything else and tbh william youre kind of freaking us out here. will you be okay? and hes like yeah of course i will guys its nothing i swear. and then they all go home.
and thennnn without telling anyone a couple days later, william goes on a walk in the woods alone. he broke his OWN rule . on that hike he saw wisps and they were just too far away to see clearly off in the distance between the trees but he just Kept Seeing Them and the curiosity was just nagging and nagging away in his brain so much he had to know what they were (thats wisp magic babyyyy you know the mythology around them i dont need to explain that to you) . (and also there is a fair amount of. lack of self preservation because of the previously mentioned untreated unmanaged depression but if i start talking about that in detail i will overshare and also be soooooo emo forreal. know that that is an EXTREMELY important part of this decision but im also going with a little more of the teen mystery angle with this rn. bloody gory mental illness is for after he falls) so he packed his monster investigation backpack and he just. left. didnt even tell his parents he was going he just walked out of the house after school and went into the woods. and he saw the wisps again, but now that he was alone they were Closer and Brighter and they would move whenever he got close and then there was a trail of them ! like they were Leading him somewhere
and i think with some of the monsters he sees he can feel whetehr or not theyre out to hurt him . and the wisps dont feel like that. they feel... well. cold,becaue theyre ghosts, but also warm at the same time? inviting. they dont want to hurt him (they do) they just want to show him something and william "too curious for his own good" wisp wants to know what that thing is! i think he knows the woods really really well because he spends a lot of time out there. so somewhere far away in the back of his mind he kind of knows what theyre leading him toward. but he still jsut Has To Know, so he keeps jogging, keeps hopping over fallen logs and around low branches and theres always a little blue flame juuuuust out of reach so he keeps going . and then he gets to the cliff. its like a full on. burst out of the trees there is a wisp juuuust on the edge where the ground falls away. i think he trips on a root and falls flat on his stomach before he can completely just run off. it gives him a second to catch his breath, to look out and See where he is. for things to kind of come crashing down on him. if he hadnt tripped he wouldve run right off the edge and fallen and it was close enough of a near death experience for it to scare him. but the wisp is still there, and its the biggest brightest one hes seen yet and if he looks around he would see it looks like the entire forest behind him is glowing with tiny blue fires like theyre all watching him. i dont think hes really. thinking coherent thoughts at this point he just kind of. realizes now that hes out here he doesnt really want to go home. he doesnt want to go back to school, doesnt want to eat lunch in the bathroom and think about his brothers empty bedroom across the hall and have his parents look at him with such a weird mix of love and awkward pity and he knows his friends say they believe him but he can see it in their eyes sometimes that the things he says scares them and he really just has been a freak his whole life.... and he realizes as hes thinking all of this he's gotten to his feet and walked toward the wisp on the edge of the cliff. and hes just standing there feet on the very edge staring at it. its floated away now, hanging over the drop at eye level with him but its probably still close enough he could just... reach out.... and try to grab it...... and his feet slip on the rocks and JUST as he closes his hand around the wisp it almost feels like something pushes him (probably just the wind.. right?) and he falls.
he does Not remember hitting the bottom thank god. he remembers falling, and falling, and in the fall he realized he was still holding the wisp he grabbed in his hand and so he pulled it close to his chest as he fell and it almost felt like it was burning him but it was *cold* and .. then he woke up! he woke up in a misty foggy field in what looked to be the middle of the night but if he looks at the sky too long it looks *weird* its just black and empty and there are weird bluish swirls in it that could be clouds but look different, and there are trees in the distance but whenever he tries to walk toward them it feels like theyre moving the same distance away so it never really feels like hes getting anywhere.. and he trips over what he thinks is a rock and lands in the foggy grass and looks behind him and realizes *oh my god thats a gravestone-* and then he wakes up again, for real this time !!! (<< that scene is like. thats His Island. thats his lair or whatever. remember when mal first took him to the spirit world and they were in the graveyard and mal told him that was his. im going with dp style spirit world lairs and this one is williams. hear me out)
aaand. when he wakes up for real. he is at. the bottom of the cliff. EVERYTHING hurts. everything hurts so fucking badly but also everything is like... weirdly numb? and he doesnt really remember that weird dream with the fog and the trees and the grave its all kind of fading as he wakes up more and more and ... his hands are empty hes not holding the wisp anymore. he doesnt know how much time has passed. was any of that even real or did he just have some kind of nervous breakdown and jump off a fuckign cliff? i think he fucking sits there and cries about it for a loooooong time. and everythihng hurts but its gonna start getting dark soon he NEEDS to go home before it gets dark, his parents will start to worry about him and he doesnt want to do that to them. also he might need to get to a hospital or something but hey! he can move! he can stand up and walk! so he must not have any broken bones or anything he just. is bruised and sore probably. and so he. sooooo slowly. so slowly. makes his way back up the cliff (theres. a path. he doesnt have to climb i promise) and back home. alone. no wisps or anything, just william alone with his thoughts. which is . goddd its bad. thats why it takes him so long. ohhh my god what am i even gonna fucking say when i get there. hi mom and dad sorry i needed to clear my head and follow some weird ghosts and in the process i tried to kill myself and it didnt work? fuck?
so by the time he gets home... huh. the door is locked thats weird. its not fully dark yet and his parents know he stays out late with his friends a lot of the time so they usually leave the door unlocked for him. so he knocks. and his mom answers the door and takes one look at him and just fucking breaks down into tears. and so his dad comes in from around the corner to see whats going on and he starts crying too. and william is so. freaked out by this. guys whats wrong what happened. turns out he has been missing for. two weeks. nobody knew where he was or what happened and the woods are alive and weird and anyone who went out in a search part just ended up getting lost themselves and came back like an hour later with nothing. they thought he was dead. (which. i mean. he was. but like. not in the way they thought). so theres this big huge emotional family group hug or whatever with william all dirty with leaves and twigs in his hair and torn clothes and mud on his hands and feet and his mom and dad are just like oh thank god youre alive thank god youre home what happened to you and... man. euguhhhhahghhhh. emo. sorry. god. head in hands .
i thiiink. he kind of ends up telling them what happened. he leaves out the wisps though. his watered down version is.. i just needed to clear my head, i went out into the woods, i got lost, i tripped and fell. (remember how william downplays it for dakota when he asks. i tripped and fell) he doesnt tell them about the wisps but like. that almost makes it worse becuase they KNOW about his bad mental health even if they dont fully understand it and.... this version makes it sound suspiciously way more like it was just a direct suicide attempt. which. william IMMEDIATELY regrets as soon as it leaves his mouth. but thats his story now. so everything kind of... goes back to normal? normal ish??? as nrmal as they can i fucking guess?? for a couple days and he has to go back to school and. god it fucking sucks. gossip . you know how it is. hey that kid tried to kill himself and got lost in the woods for two weeks what a weirdo he freaks everyone out . that kind of stuff. so hes more isolated than EVER and even his friends wont really talk to him although theyre more... sad. than anything else. they just dont really know what to say. theyre teenagers. idk. uhhhhhh then one day he reallyreallly REALLY doesnt want to be somewhere so he hides in the bathroom and.. doesnt realize it at first but he goes invisible. and its not until a couple other kids come in and leave and dont acknowledge him at all that he notices something is weird (he feels bone chillignly cold but like. its a shitty old school building in the very beginnings of winter of course its gonna be cold) and he looks in the mirror and realizes he cant see himself. and after that more and more of his powers kind of. slowly manifest? and he is VERY bad at controlling them and he plans not to tell anyone at first (hes already enough of a freak) until one day his dad finds him like. halfway through the floor in his bedroom and its this . kind of funny ridicuous but also really scary moment. and william has a realization at some point like. oh. i think i *died*. and auughhghg. i think thats all i ahve for now. but . man. when i tell you i think about this soo fucking much man.
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ivys-agere · 1 year ago
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Content warning: diapers
Felt like the last one was maybe a bit much
CVS health stretch fit briefs review
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These are by far my favorite diaper! I like them a lot because they are actually adult sized and even though I’m still a minor and a small one at that, they fit way better then Goodnites or the other pull ups I’ve tried. Mostly because they are more like an actual diaper and not a pull up.
I have a couple things before I start the actual review one I can only get diapers form In stores. I can’t order anything so this is so far the best thing I’ve found. Second this is my second pack of these. So I’ve used quite a few of them so hopefully that makes this review a bit better then the last one I made.
They aren’t cute at all just plain white with a wetness indicator. But you can still totally draw on them! I can heavily recommend using brush tip markers if you have them, but any marker will work. I find this a super fun way to make diapers like this more adorable! Id give them about a 6 out of 10 sense they still have a wetness indicator and the surface is easy enough to draw on.
They aren’t the most comfortable dip ever but they are still really pretty soft overall they get like a 8 or 9 out of 10. The outside is a little bit rough but the padding is super soft it’s kinda thin but to be far it’s still a cvs diaper. I have no problem wearing them for awhile since they are so soft and comfy.
They fit well ish however the tabs cross like all the way over each other on me. It’s not a to big of a deal it just means that when your putting it on you have to l fold one tape on the first side up that way the first side doesn’t move after you put the second one on. Overall like 7 out of 10 on fit they fit tight and good just the tabs have to cross
Overall I would give them about a 8 out of 10 they are the best diapers I’ve tried so far, since I can only get diapers in stores, but I really hope I can try some other diapers soon. Anyway if your not gonna stay for the bit where a talk about using them then thanks for reading, hope it helped if you were thinking about getting them, and I hope you have an awesome day!
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Content warning: talk of using diapers
In this part which will be the last part I’ll be talking about my experience with using these diapers. If that is a trigger for you, or you just don’t wanna hear about it, then don’t keep reading please.
These are absolutely the most absorbent dips I’ve tried! I like them a ton because of this they are cheap and get the job done I haven’t ever had them leak on the first use they tend to hold at most two ish wettings much more then that and they leak for me overall I’m gonna give them a 9 out of 10 cause they are the best I’ve ever tried.
Thanks for reading, hope this helped if you were thinking about getting these I personally really like them, and I hope you have a awesome day!
(P.s I’m sorry if there are any typos or weird sentences this was super long and hard to edit and fix.)
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coconox · 6 months ago
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whb QoLs that i would like to see
boredom post lol, just dumping my thoughts into the void of what id like to see be added in whb but probably will never happen 🫠
1. separation of character and artifact banners
pretty self-explanatory. w the roster being huge and it only increasing from here there needs to be a distinction btwn characters and artifacts. im sure many ppl atp have gotten tired of the false hope they get when they get the gold glow from one of the kings at the beginning only to find out that its just one of his sig 💀💀
1.1 for patches w 2 l-rank debuts, have the selector work even before you hit pity
i get having the selector for if you reach hard pity, but its a bit greedy for it to apply only when you wasted so many seals (esp when f2ps dont get as much seals as they should). i would like the chance of knowing im guaranteed that char from the beginning even when i get the char early
1.2 if there exists an artifact banner, let there be a selector for which one you want to pull for
same logic as prev points. the rosters getting huge and ideally id like to have smth guaranteed for when i do my pulls
2. update characters' skill descriptions to be more specific
theres too many "[dmg/healing] is proportional to [some stat]." i want to see what that actual proportion is, like "dmg is proportional to x% of stat" where x is some number. or in skill menus theres "increase passive effect" like just tell me what youre specifically increasing in the passive !!!! i shouldnt need to actually lvl the passive to figure out whats changing, it should be stated from the get-go
3. have someone at the very least proofread the text
now i've seen my fair share of typos in games, hell, i literally play one where they couldnt even spell their own game name properly during the earlier yrs of its release lol *cough pgr cough*, but for the most part theyve resolved that issue and simple typos are easily spotted and fixed, but ive never seen there be this many typos or language switches mid-sentence. literally just 1 thorough proofread couldve easily solved most of these grammatical issues.
4. better optimization
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im sorry but this is getting to like hoyo lvls of optimization w the fact that whb, which just hit half anni a month ago, is getting close to the amnt of storage an almost 3 yr old game has is wild to me (completely disregarding the fact that pgr has 3d models, l2d cgs, etc). imo, the amnt of storage whb holds should be around or even lower than what neural cloud has (which mind you, also has 3d models and l2d art 😭😭)
incoming very weird comparison but vanilla minecraft, a game that gets regularly updated, both on pc and pe take less than 1 gb
literally improving the optimization would make the game more accessible i.e. get more players to play since it wont take up a lot of storage !!! as someone who used to have 64gb or less on my phone, i could barely play any games on it bc nowadays they unnecessarily take up so much storage
5. add more daily/weekly tasks
keep the 9 daily requirements and 32 weekly requirements the same, just give more tasks for each so that we arent strictly set on doing specific ones. id like to see more stuff like "battle any stage x amnt of times" (emphasis on any, not a specific stage) or "interact w the lobby character at least once," just really anything that doesnt involve investing in a character or artifact. i feel like im wasting resources from lvling chars i dont wanna lvl, + we dont get enough tears per week to properly invest in so many characters at once.
giving more breathing room to hit the 9 and 32 achievements would put less stress on me cause then i'll know that if i cant complete one task, i can just do another and still be able to get all the rewards obtained for the week. im sure a fair share of ppl atp have missed out on getting all the weekly rewards bc they accidentally missed 1 daily task which is painful
5.1. get rid of the lvling artifacts weekly requirement and lvling characters requirement
briefly mentioned it prev but wanted to make its own section. its useless, especially when i ald have the artifacts that i need lvled up. its a dumb requirement that makes me waste mats and pulls just so i could lvl some artifacts properly.
6. get rid of the rng boxes and make them selectors
5.2 increase the daily/weekly rewards
dailies (w pancake shop): 9 tears, 7 key boxes (rng)
weeklies: 4 tears, 5 red keys, 2 yellow keys, 50 seals
i dont think i need to explain much here thats like scraping the bottom of a barrel for important mats/gacha currency
they suck. i do not want resources to be gacha too
7. make all shops cheaper
self-explanatory. everything is too expensive (esp in red gems shop) and therefore is borderline inaccessible unless if you hoard mats or 💳
7.1 add the ability to convert red gems to seals
red gems have very little use now ever since seals were introduced. id like them to have some important use if we keep getting a certain amnt of them every week. we can covert them to red/yellow keys, so by that logic we should also be able to convert them to seals too
8. get rid of uncommon/useless currencies
pretzels, artifact enhancement stones, and blue guilty gems are the 3 that come to mind. ik pretzels were originally supposed to be from the friends system, but that was removed a bit after launch and still hasnt showed up despite pb promising itd be launched around this time. aside from that the other 2 serve little to no use, as artifact stones dont lvl up the artifact all that much and blue gems died when seals became a thing
9. auto-clear for story stages
i mean that after getting a perfect clear on a stage, then have auto-clear be an option. since candy boxes are farmable through story, i end up falling asleep or getting bored of having to sit through fighting the same stage like 20+ times a day. this is honestly one of the more nit picky ones in this list lol, i just play the stages in the bg while i do other stuff but ideally id like to get stuff done asap
10. make lvling characters cheaper
we only get 13 tears a week from dailies + weeklies + pancake shop. assuming you start from scratch and want to get to char lvl70, it takes 3 weeks to get there without the help from other shops. thats almost a month for 1 character, it shouldnt take that long to invest in someone (it also shouldnt be that expensive 💀)
if we're getting such low numbers of essential materials per week, decrease the character lvl prices to reflect that. or alternatively, increase the number of mats we get per week to easily lvl characters
10.1 increase the character lvl cap to 100
40 tears for one level is not worth it, having the cap be 100 would make it feel like its worth it (not really tbh, its still real expensive when lvl70 provides more than enough to clear all content 💀)
10.2 add a resource stage for pies
getting pies only through shop (rng boxes btw) and events isnt enough to compensate for how much skill lvls cost. either decrease the skill lvl prices or increase the pie income to balance it out
11. have the ability to backread txt msgs before choosing a reply
self-explanatory. the game doesnt allow you to backread before choosing a reply which sucks :/
as someone who usually cant process txt after reading it once i kinda just sit at the replies like :/ girl i forgor what he just said and i cant go back and read so i'll just leave and re-enter the chatroom again ig
12. have the game automatically lock l-rank artifacts as soon as you get them
ik theres a lock feature, but you need to lock all artifacts manually. id rather the game lock l-rank artifacts for me once i get them so that i dont accidentally recycle them when cleaning out my inventory and then i manually unlock them later if i want to
13. give seals, keys, or just any sort of general gacha currency as compensation rewards
receiving only ap feels like a slap to the face, and seals/any other currency would only be given out if there was smth that was severely (and i mean very severely) hindering everyones gameplay. the ap given isnt even that much either which is like rubbing salt in the wound
14. decrease ap requirement in stages
considering stages can go up to 32ap as a req (given this is only seen in events, the usual hovers around 25 but my point still stands), you cant really do all that much if the cap hovers around 250 (give or take, i havent seen anyone w 300ap yet so 250 im considering is the avg rn for endgame players). w each stage at highest difficulty being 25-30+ap, we essentially only play like 10 stages max before needing to wait.
1 solution ppl would have in mind is to just buy the 300ap from red gems shop or buy more ap from selecting the ap counter directly to get more for the day, but i want smth thats more accessible. i shouldnt need to pay w some currency to get literally the bare necessity of being able to play this game.
i think keeping all stages at 15ap is perfect, hell, even 20 would also work since w 250ap you can get more than 10 runs in one session
15. make the battles less reliant on needing certain l-ranks
this is just smth ive noticed when testing out stages w other chars or just playing realm of seraphim lol, but theres a huge imbalance w l-ranks vs s and a+-ranks. theres also a huge imbalance when it comes to the classes too (i'll get to that in a bit)
take beel's camp for example, there is no one in beels camp that can essentially mimic or closely mimic what beel does kit-wise (dmg ik will be different cause lower ranking and all). imo, the go-to non-l-rank alternative for beel isnt even from his camp, its from belphegors !!!! (if you didnt catch on im talking abt andrealphus lol)
or take mammon for example, no one in his camp (as of making this post) deals dmg on ult, they only either shield themselves or take the hit for ppl on the team, which tends to do more harm than good.
element-wise, take juno for example. juno being an l-rank fire unit significantly changed how fire team worked, i.e., you can actually use that team to clear most story content now (minus water enemies lol). that should probably put into perspective of 1. how l-ranks are a bit too important in this game and 2. how unbalanced light as an element is compared to every other element
15.1 give us more tanks and healers
i need yall to see how crazy our current roster is
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(dont mind the title of the table lol its from the spreadsheet, also for reference if ppl see this in the future this is pre-lucifer (victory))
why do we have so many close-rangers??? so many marksman????
we have such little supports (tanks + healers) that it makes me fully convinced the gameplay pb wants to achieve is full on dps and not yk a well-balanced team w dps AND support. dont get me wrong if players want to full on dps that is totally fine by me, the issue im having is that the devs appear to want a full on dps team, completely ignoring the idea of how to properly balance a game where they also introduce supports. of course there are marksman/close-rangers that can support i.e. buff the team (juno, dantalian, ronové, phenix, the list of examples goes on), but im specifically talking abt the classes in general. for the most part, marksman and close-rangers are usually dps while tanks and healers are usually support.
if youre gonna introduce supports in this game, 1. have more than just 1 tank unit for each non-light element, 2. make the healing be higher than 1% of a char's hp, 3. have an equal amnt of tanks and healers as close-rangers and marksman.
the fact that if you dont have mammon as your designated tank or lucifer as your designated healer, youre essentially screwed over is wild to me. their camps' s/a+-ranks should be able to hold just as well without their kings. satans camp is the perfect example of that. chars like minhyeok (who is quite literally mini satan kit-wise lmao), gabriel, leraye, nostalgia leraye, hell even ppyong (the a+-rank ver, not juno lol) are all perfect alternatives for if you dont have satan and that is amazing. we currently dont have that for supports and i genuinely hope thatll change in the future
this game is very, VERY far from being at least somewhat balanced in my eyes. i really do wish for the best w this game but man as someone who loves to dissect gameplay down to the numbers, seeing all this gets real frustrating for me from time to time.
anyw thats all for now– this was a bit of a rant more than anything lol
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kerryweaverlesbian · 6 months ago
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I don't know how legible this is going to be as images but, my weird experimental art-piece made up of 9 people telling me the story of Little Red Riding Hood! This was then significantly changed into something else so any typo issues. don't worry about it.
[ID: Three images of text on a black background. The piece is titled: "The Oral Tradition: Little Red Riding Hood: 9 Oral Retellings Of Little Red Riding Hood on One Page (with some asides)"
It begins with pink text, saying: “Little Red Riding Hood was a little girl who…I think lived with her Grandma because her parents were dead? Or, like, maybe they like worked in the city or something like that…so she lived with her grandma, and she really likes her grandma and then - No, sorry. Okay, here’s the story:”
White text tells the story, with grey and pink text around it giving alternate options and small asides, which will be transcribed in brackets:
END ID]
Little Red Riding Hood is a little girl (about 8?) who wore a red hooded (lovely, bright, fur-lined) cloak who lived with her mother (parents?) on the edge of the woods. She loved her Grandma very much. One day, little Red Riding Hood’s mother said to her:
“I’ve got a job for you to do! I want you to take this basket to your grandma who lives in the forest.” (“Hey, unsupervised, very young child, put on your red hood and here is a really nice basket full of sweet treats. Off you go.”)
Her mother warned her, “Don’t stray. Don’t stray from the path.” (Don’t do that. There’s…strange things in these dark woods. Don’t stray from the path! It’s the one thing I’m gonna tell you! Now on to Grandma’s. I’ll leave you alone in the woods. This will work out just fine.”)
“Okay.”
So, she goes into the woods. She was having a lovely time(skipping merrily along. singing a merry little tune) when out in front of her stepped a BIG BAD WOLF. (who scares her. zero stars). (She was scared of the big bad wolf, I think, because obviously that's this part of the story).
The Wolf says:
“Where are you going, little girl?”
“I’m going to visit my grandma in the middle of the wood.”
“And what’s in your basket?”
“Treats (Lots of sweet treats. Baked goods. Bread and wine. Produce. Lovely things like apples and cakes and bread.) for my grandma. Oh, but I think she could do with some flowers as well.”
“There are some over there,” said the Wolf. “Why don’t you go and pick them?”
She’s like, “What? I shouldn’t do that. This is a moral fable! I’m going to repeat the theme right now, which is that I should stray from the path, and I should listen to my mom. “
And he’s like, “No, it’ll be fine.” (“I’m a big old wolf. And I’m not scary at all. It’s gonna be good.”)
And so, Little Red Riding Hood left the path and started to pick some flowers (for like, an hour). While she was distracted, the Wolf sneaked into the house and gobbled up grandma completely!
Little Red Riding Hood goes to her grandma’s house. Her Grandma is in bed but looks really weird. (it’s a wolf disguised as her. Like, in the story, you don’t know that the instant she comes in, but like, as an adult that’s the...)
“Oh, Grandma! What big eyes you’ve got!”, she said.
“All the better to see you with, my dear.”
(There’s like sentences that everyone knows. Oh no, there’s a particular way to say it. I gotta remember.) (“Grandma, what a big mouth you have!” “It’s to kiss you better-” No, that’s not it…)
“Oh, Grandma! What big ears you’ve got!” she said
“Oh-ho-ho, my dear! All the better to hear you with.”
(and other things that are also really creepy)
“Oh, grandma! What big teeth you’ve got!”
“Oh-ho-oh, dear!! All the better to EAT YOU WITH!!!!”
(Little red riding hood screamed and screamed and screamed....)
And the wolf eats her.
(In another version there’s a hunter who kills the wolf. But that’s not in the story I know.)
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zanarkandfayth · 7 months ago
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For the writer asks!! 4 and 27?
sure! thank you :D
4. a story idea you haven’t written yet
fnfjdks ah this question. tbh the only one I have KNOW I wanna write after finishing nanofic is one I feel like most people who regularly read my fics are not gonna care about. cos I wanna write an angsty coming of age college au >_> which I won't talk about on a public blog. other than that, I don't have any serious solid ideas beyond "more hurt noct" lol. I don't have anyone to brainstorm with the way I used to and brain is so taken up by the two big fics I haven't devoted much thought to smaller fics. I need to.
27. your favorite part of the writing process
hmm for me I think it's the brainstorming/planning part. I love the actual writing part but there's something so satisfying about slowly putting things together once I have an idea I know I wanna write. I am NOT a draft person in the least, I edit as I go and other than minor edits for typos or to fix a weird sentence here and there, once something is written, it's written, and I almost never change it, so for me outlining is almost like a first draft? my outlines are detailed summaries of each scene in each chapter and often include the emotions and thoughts I intend along with the action, and even bits of dialogue get tossed in sometimes, so that's where I allow myself to change things around and throw out scenes or add them in if needed. it feels like building a puzzle, which is a thing I love to do.
but outlining is the only place I like doing it. nanofic has been my one exception to "edit as I go" for various unintentional reasons; I've been doing a lot of the puzzle building with the fic itself as I write it and I HATE it. it is so much more work and it's made things so much more unnecessary and complicated than it needed to be and it feels like so much wasted time and writing and my brain just does not work this way. so in the future I am never straying from the puzzle building being strictly within the brainstorming lol.
sorry I talked a lot on that second question. but thank you for the ask! it was fun :D
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Little star (Ineffable husbands x toddler! Reader)
Summary: Just two celestial beings taking care of their toddler who is bored.
Warning: toddler, sweet, Aziraphale in shock, Crowley is chill, The age of the reader may be in 1 or 2 years, two hubby is romantic, fluff. Plants. Pretend that ep 6 never happen, Az and Crow is married!
As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.
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"She shouldn't be near any books here.. It's- It's dangerous!" Aziraphale reasoned with a worried expression on his face. Well, he tried to give an excuse so that his book wouldn't be damaged by you actually because he loved his book more than himself. Huh.
Crowley groaned. "Ngk- she wants your attention, Angel. You're always devoted to reading books. Just let her spend time with you if you don't want her near your books" Crowley picked you up from behind.
Your expression changed to stunned then you happily cheered as your daddy picked you up. You like it when your daddy picks you up. He is very tall and the moment he picks you up, you can see the view at your daddy's height. It is quite different from your papa. Papa usually hugs you tightly and it's quite comfortable and warm for you, making you always sleep in his arms. It is very comfortable like sleeping on a cloud.
"well, you see, Crowley. I have work to complete but not only just reading, but I need to settle a little message from Maggie about the black disk I ordered from her. It seems like the things I need will take a long time to arrived. Why don't you umm.. take care of her for a while after that we can enjoy hot chocolate together after I finish this work." Aziraphale suggested to his husband.
Crowley grumbled then adjusted your position in his hand that was about to fall. You smiled widely in Crowley's hand and rested your head on Crowley's shoulder.
"I'm bored" you said flatly then sighed with boredom.
"You better finish your work quickly, angel." Crowley muttered then walked into the living room of the bookshop with you in his arms.
Aziraphale just shook his head a few times then put on his glasses and continued writing a message to Maggie.
As soon as the two of you arrived in the living room of the bookshop, Crowley sauntered over to the couch and placed you on the couch. You sat up straight looking at your daddy with innocent eyes. Crowley just grumbled and slumped into the seat in front of you lazily.
You blinked a few times then grumbled like your daddy and slumped onto the couch lazily mimicking the actions Crowley was making. Crowley noticed what you did in front of him.
"You sure as hell are bored aren't you?" Crowley stated at you with a raised eyebrow.
"Papa doesn't want to play with me and you just sit on the chair. I am so bored" you complained in your small voice.
Crowley was silent for a moment. It's true tho. Crowley just sits around all day while Aziraphale is just busy with his book leaving you alone to play in the bookshop. No wonder you start showing your behavior to show that you need the attention of both of them. You are bored and they have no time at all to play with you. They were busy with their own affairs after Jim's case was over or should I say Gabriel's case. You love Jim not Gabriel. He's fun and a bit weird but fun to play with. He always treats you like a friend and sometimes Jim is a bit naive to follow whatever you say because to him you are a great friend. But after Jim's case is over, you have no friends to play with.
Crowley straightened himself to look at you with sympathetic eyes under his tinted glasses. "oh, Star. come here" Crowley opened his hand to you.
You quickly ran into Crowley's arms and hugged him tightly. Crowley's hands then hugged tightly around your small body and stroked gently. Crowley leaned his head and kissed your hair softly.
"Fancy a quick journey to the plant room?"
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"Yell at them, Star. They're just stupid plants that don't know how to grow well" Crowley encouraged you, who was held by him facing the plant.
You grumbled angrily while swinging your arms in the air. "IS DAT A SHPOT?! IS IT? HUH?! YOU'VE MADE DADDY DISHAPPOINTED!"
"again, Star. Now they're afraid of you. Good!" Crowley grinned proudly. You are still in his arms facing the plants with a furious face.
"No more SHPOT OR I WILL BURNT YOU!" your face turned red with how angry you were.
Yup, you are indeed the daughter of Crowley and Aziraphale but more to Crowley when it comes to plants or how lazy you are. But your interests and things you like are the same as Aziraphale. Sometimes you are friendly with people you know and sometimes you are grumpy with strangers. So basically you are a mix of demon and angel as a result of Crowley and Aziraphale's miracle. Tadaa.
The plants there trembled in fear. You sighed heavily and looked at the plant with sharp eyes. If looks could kill, the plants there would have withered and died long ago. Crowley chuckled and turned your body to face him. Crowley then hugged you tightly and kissed your head.
"Good job, star" Crowley complimented proudly.
You looked at your daddy with emotion and pressed your face to his chest tightly with a thousand 'thank yous' to him.
"Crowley? what's that noise?"
Crowley turned and looked at Aziraphale with surprise. "well-"
"please don't tell me that you encouraged her to yell at the plant again." Aziraphale massaged the bridge of his nose.
"She's bored, Angel. It's not wrong if you want to spend time while she's bored, isn't it?" Crowley responded as he walked closer to his husband with you in Crowley's arms.
"no it's not wrong, dear. but you shouldn't encourage her to do that. It's enough for you alone to yell at the plants but not with Y/n. She should encourage the plants properly and not get angry at them all the time"Aziraphale advises Crowley.
Crowley grumbled and walked away with you in his arms. You leaning your head on your Daddy's shoulder lazily. Aziraphale sighed and followed Crowley from behind.
"it's seems to me that this little poppet is a bit bored, isn't she?" Aziraphale poked your cheek with his finger.
"No shit, Angel" Crowley cursed lowly.
You gasped and patted your daddy on the shoulder with your small hand. "Papa! Daddy said bad words!"
Aziraphale looked at Crowley with an unpleasant look on his face then took you from Crowley's hand and hugged you tightly to his chest.
'come on!" Crowley argued.
Aziraphale ignored him and cooed at you. "now then, Y/n. How about we go relax and drink hot chocolate while listening to classic songs.. what do you say?"
"Can I have marshmallows too, Papa?" you asked for permission while looking at Aziraphale's face with stars in your eyes.
"What's the magic word, dear?" Aziraphale narrowed his eyes at you.
"Can I have some marshmallows too, please?" you corrected.
"yes you may, my dear.. Good girl. let's go" Aziraphale praised you and walked towards the kitchen leaving Crowley there to make hot chocolate before he snapped his fingers and automatically the classic song started playing.
Crowley just stared. Then started following Aziraphale from behind.
"Can I have hot chocolate too? with marshmallows." Crowley said.
"magic word, Crowley" Aziraphale replied.
"oh, come on.." Crowley paused. "please"
Aziraphale looked at Crowley and approved. "very nice"
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x-press-it · 6 days ago
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Devilish Desires - 1/9?
Dangerous Temptations, Irresistible Touch 🎞️❤️‍🔥🌹🖤💻🖱️
Sub!Logan Howlett x Dom!OC (They/Them)
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Summary: Logan, typically guarded and dominant, finds himself captivated by E, a mysterious being with a devilish allure and ancient presence that challenges his control.
Context: This story unfolds 'within' the "Days of Future Past" new timeline, during Logan's early years as a history teacher at Xavier’s School. It’s set well before his consciousness from the original timeline reconnects with him in 2023, as seen at the film’s end.
Content Warnings (for the whole story): Smut 18+ (Dry humping, Edging, Unprotected p in v.) - Dom!Logan into Sub!Logan - Pet Names (Good boy, pretty boy, pet, pup, amongst others...) reversed age gap (Logan is younger) - OC Notes: Established name, backstory, powers, fighting style, female body but gender fluid character (Logan misgender them at first because he doesn't know, even in the descriptions) - Fluff with Dark Undertones: Emotional tension and possessive affection - Worship Themes: Religious imagery, reverent language and awe - Ancient Mysticism: References to otherworldly or demonic presence - Mental Health: Power dynamics, personal vulnerabilities - Trope: Rivals to lovers.
I'm back after 10 years of iatus and fairly new to how things are done on tumblr now, so sorry if I missed any warnings. Also english isn't my first language so there might be typos/weird sentences...
Notes: Got very inspired by @gothgoblinbabe writing of sub!Logan and repeated listening of "Between wind and water" by Hael. Cover made with canva from an idea I got from this post. If you know who made the picture, tell me so I can credit them - Click on the divider to find the creator.
Also this was meant to be an imagine turned into a full story. Just so you know, some chapters are very short, other are long. I'm in the process of editing/writing/rewriting parts so I'll post a chapter everytime I have one fully edited.
Chapters: 1/9?
Word Count: 1.8K / 30K+ for now
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The soft click of the office door broke the silence in the hallway. They stepped out, adjusting their suit jacket, their posture elegant and composed, though a subtle tension lingered behind their calm exterior. Their long black wavy hair cascaded down their back, brushing against the fabric as they moved with an effortless grace. Those days, they felt more woman than anything else—their skin a rich, dark brown that gleamed under the soft lights—but it wasn’t always the case.
It had been a few weeks since they’d started working at the mansion, handling the Institute’s legal affairs. Most of the students gave them a wide berth, and the staff kept their distance—there was something about them that made people uneasy, even if they didn’t understand why.
Them on the other hand, they liked it that way.
As they stepped into the hall, their senses picked up something different. A low hum of energy—wild and untamed, charging the space around them. It tugged at their instincts, drawing their attention before they saw him. He turned the corner, boots heavy on the carpeted hardwood, an unshaven jaw covered in scruff, and a bag slung over his shoulder like he’d just walked out of a warzone. Broad shoulders, rough hands, and that look of a man who didn’t take orders from anyone. Not even Charles, from the way he stormed down the hall, barely noticing anything else in his path. His clothes were dusted with travel and grit, and that sharp, brooding look in his eyes didn’t soften even when they landed on them. He was raw power wrapped in flesh, every muscle taut, every movement deliberate.
Logan Howlett.
They’d heard the name whispered by the students, seen it on paperwork, but this was the first time they’d laid eyes on him. And the sight of him made their mouth water.
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Logan had been gone for weeks—tracking down some personal leads, putting down problems before they grew too big. He had just parked his bike in the garage when he caught a scent that wasn’t part of the usual mix around the mansion. New. Feminine, with a dangerous edge to it—like spice wrapped in smoke, rich and heady, making his senses bristle. Whoever this was, she wasn’t some harmless new schoolteacher.
He rolled his shoulders, tightening the strap of his bag as he headed down the familiar hallways. The kids were nowhere to be seen, probably off in some class, and that suited him just fine. His boots made a steady, heavy sound on the floor, his mind set on dropping off his report with Chuck and catching a few hours of shut-eye.
He rounded the corner and froze, catching sight of her.
She was walking out of Charles' office, high heels clicking in rhythm with each step, her silhouette sharp and commanding. But there was something else—a flicker of something above her hairline, two subtle obsidian bumps that disappeared under her carefully styled wavy hair.
Horns?
His eyes trailed lower without permission. The plum of her lips, the curves of her breasts and the sway of her hips pulled at something primal in him, something he thought he had under control. There was power in her stride, something that made his instincts fire up in ways he hadn’t expected. Damn. He’d seen plenty of women in his time, but none with this kind of presence. The way her clothes hugged her body, her confidence… it wasn’t just a walk—it was a challenge. Logan’s gaze lingered a little too long, his nostrils flaring slightly at that scent again, his eyes trailed down once more, uncontrollably drawn to the curve of her hips.
Hell, he’d been gone for a few weeks, and he came back to this?
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For a moment, neither of them moved. The air between them felt charged, a crackling tension that made their skin prickle. His eyes swept over them—sharp, assessing, like he was reading them just as much as they were reading him. The way he looked at them was different from what they were used to. Not with the hesitant caution most men wore in their presence, but something else—something hungrier, more primal. Something that resonated with the darker parts of themselves they tried to keep buried.
They shifted, folding their arms across their chest as his gaze lingered a little too long.
The way his nostrils flared slightly, his eyes flicking from their face to the faintest hint of their horns beneath their hair. Not that it mattered. He was focused on something else, too—the curve of their hips, the allure of their heels against the polished floor. They didn’t need to look to know he was watching.
They almost smiled. Almost.
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Her scent got stronger as she started walking again, coming closer, sending a ripple through him that he quickly shook off. Whatever game she was playing, he wasn’t about to fall for it. He’d dealt with enough trouble in his lifetime to recognize it when it crossed his path.
But damn, those hips.
He grunted, pushing it all down as she passed by, brushing close enough that the faintest touch of a thin tail coming from under her pencil skirt grazed his leg so lightly he almost didn’t feel it. Almost. The scent grew stronger, messing with his focus, making him forget for a second that he had a report to deliver. He forced his eyes forward, giving his mind something else to chew on, his eyes on the door to Charles’ office, but he couldn’t shake the feel of her.
"Mr. Howlett," her voice was silk, controlled, the hint of a smile lingering at the edges of her lips, like she already knew everything about him. “Welcome back.”
He gave her a quick glance, a low grumble leaving his throat. “Who the hell are you?”
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They saw the tension ripple through him as they passed. For all his tough exterior, Logan wasn’t immune to theirs. He wouldn’t admit it, of course, but it was there in the way he set his jaw, the brief flicker in his eyes as they greeted him. He’d noticed more than just their horns. The tail that skimmed his leg had been subtle, but they caught the way he stiffened.
A small victory.
His eyes were a storm—full of warning and curiosity, a predator assessing the situation. They liked that. Liked that he wasn’t some fool who would melt at their feet like so many others. Logan was… different. Stubborn. Dangerous.
But if he thought that would stop them from having their fun, he had no idea who he was dealing with.
When he spoke, asking who they were, his voice was gravelly—rough, like the scrape of metal on stone—and it made her horns itch with anticipation.
They turned fully, eyes locking with his, letting the question hang in the air for a heartbeat longer than necessary. A sly smile curled at the edge of their lips as they put their hand on their hip, her gaze not shying away from him in the slightest, piercing blue eyes steady.
“I’m E,” they finally said as if it was the most normal name in the world, feeling the weight of his stare. The air between them thickened and then their voice came again, smooth, steady. “The new lawyer.”
Logan’s eyes narrowed, suspicion darkening his features. He stepped closer, just enough that E could smell a faint metallic scent and the earthiness clinging to him. A wild animal, barely restrained.
“Lawyer, huh?” He grunted, but his gaze didn’t waver from theirs, as if he were trying to dig deeper, to get past the surface. “Ain’t seen a lawyer look like you before.”
E’s smile widened, something dangerous glittering behind their cool expression. “And I haven’t met a man quite like you, either, Mr Howlett,” they shot back, their voice smooth, teasing at the edges of something darker, something far older than this hallway or the mansion, or even him.
Logan’s lips twitched, a flicker of amusement passing over his face, though his eyes stayed sharp. “Don’t trust lawyers.”
A smug smile tugged at their lips.
“I’d be disappointed if you did.”
He let out a low, rough chuckle, shaking his head as if dismissing them. But they could feel the tension coiling in him, that primal urge battling with the cool control he tried to maintain. He brushed past them, closer than necessary, the tips of his fingers ghosting near their side. E’s skin tingled at the proximity, their body reacting even though their face remained neutral.
He paused, turning just enough to glance over his shoulder, eyes catching theirs again.
“Don’t care who you are,” he growled softly, a challenge hidden beneath his words. “Long as you stay outta my way.”
Even as he was walking away, they could feel the way his presence lingered in the air, heavy, magnetic. For all the danger that clung to him like a second skin, Logan was… intriguing. His scent still hung around them, earth and steel. But it wasn’t just his physicality that had their pulse racing—no, it was something deeper. Older.
Something that felt almost familiar.
Trouble.
He was going to be trouble, and they knew it.
But then again, trouble had always been their specialty.
Their fingers tapped against their hip as they considered his retreating figure, their thoughts swirling like dark, smoky tendrils. Logan probably thought he was unreadable, a closed book no one could crack. But they’d read men like him before—hungry, guarded, full of secrets they refused to admit, even to themselves.
Still, there was something different there. He wasn’t just another man to be toyed with. No, this one… this one might bite back.
They straightened their jacket again, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as they watched him stop in front of Charles’ office. The muscles in his back flexed under his worn leather jacket as he pushed the door open, and E couldn’t help but smirk.
Yes, Logan was going to be fun.
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The door clicked shut behind him, but the scent of her still clung to his senses. He let out a low growl, shaking his head as if trying to clear his mind. What the hell was it about her? That scent, those eyes, those hips… she stirred something in him he didn’t like.
The primal part of him was curious—drawn in by the challenge, by the aura she carried. E. Didn’t matter what the hell she called herself. Something ancient lurked beneath that smooth exterior, something that made his instincts roar to life, like he was staring down a predator disguised as prey.
His claws itched beneath his skin, and not in the usual way.
He grunted, shifting his bag on his shoulder, trying to focus on the task at hand. But hell if his mind wasn’t already circling back to the sway of her hips, the way her voice slithered into his ears like smoke. He wasn’t some lovesick idiot, and yet…
He shook it off.
Trouble. That’s what she was. And he’d be damned if he let himself get dragged into whatever game she was playing.
To be continued...
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krissyv · 1 year ago
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FANFIC UPDATE
HELLO LOVE ISLAND THE GAME FANFIC READERS!
>> NEW CHAPTER <<
It's been nearly 3.5 weeks since I last published another chapter. I've been writing here and there—procrastinating from my real-life work—but this was an unfinished draft since I last posted a chapter—or even before that. Well, now it's finished. My workload has just been nonstop the past few weeks, and I've got major deadlines this Friday and next week, and then I'll have my next deadlines in another 2-3 weeks.
sigh
A month left until I can relax and continue with all my creative projects. I hope you all enjoy it! I'll catch you guys in around 3-4 weeks c:
🕸 ⋆。°✩ HAVE A SPOOKY HALLOWEEN! ✩。°✩🕸
P.S. I'm sorry if there are any typos or weird sentences; I'll get to them when I get the chance to reread the chapter.
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dobranocka · 2 years ago
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(sorry idk which ones you've been asked yet!) 12, 20, 33?
12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules
Huh, that's not really something I have considered. Let me think.
All my writing will magically edit itself into shape. No more types, hanging sentences, doubled words - just a clear, readable text. Sure, I can make changes like cut something that doesn't fit or add a scene that is needed, but no more haunting of stray typos. P l e a s e.
A perfect writing playlist for every writing project. The one just makes me focus, kicks my brain into creative mode, and fits the mood of the piece I am writing perfectly. And it has to be different for each and every one! My own soundtracks, with no repetitions.
No more post-publishing things hangovers. Everything will just publish itself and I will be able to not worry about the reception it is getting or suffering from the dopamine crash. Good feelings only from now on.
Okay, that's the wrap. Can't risk turning any WIP into lorem ipsum.
20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you've always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch
Obviously the eternal happiness, how is that even a choice? I am assuming my one true love here is my dog and he will live forever 😊
More seriously though - I actually had a conversation with Marron about this a few days ago, which partially has been prompted by the pain of publishing a WIP we worked on for, well, 8 months or so, and partially by the fact that my uni friend got stuck on finishing her PhD which is, in reality, fully written, but she doesn't think it's perfect yet.
Do you see what I am getting at here?
I don't think the perfect piece of writing exists. I don't think we, as writers, should strive for a perfect novel, or poem, or fanfic, or academic thesis (especially academic thesis) - just like we shouldn't strive for a perfect body, or perfect grade, or a perfect relationship. As someone who struggled with deliberating perfectionism for years - the kind that makes you quit relationships or turn away job opportunities, because they are not quite perfect - this is a topic I obviously feel strongly about.
What I instead try for is to challenge myself with my writing in a way that makes it fun for me and then try to enjoy the process, instead for aiming for something unachievable. The stories I have written so far are signs of who I am and was as a person and writer then. There will be countless other stories I will write in the future. Some of them will be better than the others, some I will like much more. None of them have to be perfect.
The real treasure will be all the typos I will make along the way 😅
(Sorry for getting quite so personal here, but I really think this mindset of striving for a unachievable perfection can be damaging for writers, at all stages of life.)
33. Do you practice any other art besides writing? Does that art ever tie into your writing, or is it entirely separate?
Do crafts count as art? If so, then yes, I suppose - I knit, I dabbled a bit in crocheting, I love cooking - I do like making things with my hands. I don't think it ties into my writing in a ways I would be able to identify, at least so far.
Thank you for asking those questions!
Ask me weird questions about writing
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standupcomedyhistorian · 1 year ago
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Holy shit.
I was going through my old screenshots pre-Pandemic, and I came across a part of my Twitter history I had completely forgotten.
So, as I had written about at length in my recounting of the history of Bo Burnham Historian, one part of my social media past was running a parody Rocko's Modern Life account in 2019.
Called Rocko's Thoughts, it was pretty easy to set up. Every tweet was "_____ is a very dangerous day," with the blank filled in with whatever stupid Twitter holiday it was that day (Like "National Hot Dog Day is a very dangerous day.").
So I did this from January 2019 until January 2020 when I completely abandoned the account and never really tweeted again frequently until BBH/UBBH.
But that's just background for the absolutely bizarre thing that happened to Rocko's Thoughts.
So, I had amassed a moderate following of 23 people, but I would get replies to my very basic tweets from people trying to actually converse with the nervous wallaby. I assume most were young or perhaps mentally impaired, but I'd respond back in character, saying "mate" and stuff since Rocko is Australian.
HOWEVER, there was one freak I never replied to...that would be Terri.
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Oh, I'm sorry—her full name on Twitter was this weird mix of emojis:
Terri⚖️⚜️🎶🎸✌️🌴
This was legit my exact train of thought about if I should follow or interact with my BIGGEST fan who made a pretty cute thesaurus joke (definitely appealing to my word nerd self):
Me: So, that seems pretty innocent, right? Maybe a bit more law-focused than I would have preferred from Rocko’s followers, but Terri seems like she wants to rock out and hang at the beach. Cool!
Let’s read a bit further before I decide to follow one of the few people to interact with Rocko.
Hmm…
@ LilPolkSalad
Me: That’s fine. Who doesn’t have a weird handle…maybe she’s a fan of James Polk and veggies? I’m still onboard, but there’s this weird list of sentences (?) and hashtags. Okay, let’s check THOSE out.
Cotton sharecropper’s granddaughter.
Me: Huh…
Indndependent.
Me: Okay, typo isn’t helping here…
Patriot.
Me: Oh no, no…
MBA, JD, LL. M.
Me: Well, that explains the scales at least…
#AmericaFirst 🇺🇸
Me: Can this get any worse? Now I’m just curious…
#DrainTheSwamp
Me: Ah, there it is. What else ya got, you right-wing nut job lover of a Nicktoon character from the nineties?
#TermLimits
Me: Ugh…do these people know you don’t need to capitalize the letters in a hashtag?
🚫#FakeNews #MSM
Me: Okay, this is definitely like my mother who calls anything but Fox News “the lapdog media.”
Um…do you think Terri ever realized that “no” could be accomplished by just writing “No”? I mean, she’s written a novel already in her freakin’ Twitter bio.
So, long story short, Terri is now undoubtedly a member of Moms for Liberty, harassing school board members and burning books that say gay people exist.
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And, no, I did NOT interact with or follow her. 🤘💙🌈🪩🏳️‍🌈✌️
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