#still feels unreal ngl

[icharchivist]

something about Dracula Daily that can’t leave my mind this year is how much i remember when it started last year, there were so many people saying stuff like “you all are getting into it right now while it’s new and everything and you’re making it trending, but you’ll see everyone is going to drop it eventually, none of you have this commitment for so many months”

and while people did drop out, obviously, the activity of this little “book club”, of the people who didn’t drop out, still made it trend up until the very end, there were enough people who were still motivated enough to read this book in this format that it carried on all the way to November

and now it’s starting again. now people who were sad they didn’t jump on the bandwagon last year AND people who loved the ride so much last year they’re participating again (and it being kept spicy thanks to the Re:Dracula podcast) are STILL participating to this tumblr bookclub enough to make it trend.

There were so many messages about how “you’ll see you’ll get tired of it so quickly”, and yet people made it a yearly commitment

there’s something so endearing about that

[pokeytrainermiles]

dude why is there SO much stigma around poison types ://

I just had a new neighbor move in, and for the last 3 weeks he's been hounding me about Bella "poisoning" his Bounsweet?? they've never even met.

we literally live in cold-as-Distortion Sinnoh. if your Bounsweet is sick, it's probably frozen from the weather 😭

[noxtivagus]

tonight i think i've just been jamming to music

[calccite]

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐰 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬 ; 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝

a/n: This took a while to write, sorry for procrastinating. Got a bit too silly :(( tw: 18+ mentions of b*ners and h*rniness, and implications of s*x ᶜʳᵉᵈᶦᵗˢ: ᵒʲᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵃⁿᵏᵉⁿ ᵏᵘⁿ

Harvey 🩺

Harvey would be hesitant to ask if you're down to have sex, but whenever he's in the mood usually he tries to act like everything is fine. But really, he can't help but have his touch linger than you longer than usual 🤭, and he really is TRYING his best to remain respectful for you. 🥺 It's also easy to catch him staring at you as he bites his lips anxiously or how he fumbles slightly with his words when you're speaking with him, it's also not that easy to miss the way he faces his pants away from you. You can still catch the sight of that suspicious bump in his trousers 😚... Despite the ache in his pants, he's not going to ask you to do something about it though! Since you've probably been busy with the hard work managing the farm,,, He doesn't want to bother you about it, unless you do like to bother with it. :))

Elliot ✒️

Only at seldom times does Elliott ever get into the mood, so there's hardly ever any time for him to ask for sex and stuff. But usually after his book tours or when you've been busy with whatever tasks you've taken up--Or had a long mining trip at Calico (They should add elevators ngl), he misses you a lot. 🥺 So when he feels deprived of you, Elliott is particularly very affectionate with you. Whether you're cooking and preparing dishes in the kitchen, watching tv on your big couch, or just about to sleep, expect to feel a pair of arms wrapped around your waist as he nuzzles himself into the back of your shoulders.  😌 (He's not subtle about it either). He'll sometimes ask if you'd be willing, he may outright tell you that he "yearns" or "wants you". As he kisses the back of your neck, eyelashes fluttering up to look at you almost pleadingly, would you really say no to that face?

Shane 🐥

It's hard to say how often Shane gets horny, since he used to get a case of whiskey dick before he met you, but now that he has you, he has cut back on the alcohol, since he wants to live long enough and grow old with you. Back on topic, it really depends on how far you are in your guy's relationship. Early on, he feels like it's unreal that you chose him of all people in Pelican Town, so whenever he does get in the mood, he doesn't want to burden you with something as troublesome as dealing with him. :( Whenever he does get the small courage to ask, he suddenly backs out. "Hey, is it okay if-- Nevermind. Forget I asked." is what you're mostly met with as he walks past you, ashamed. ☹️ But if you've been together for a while (or married), he does open up more about it. Whenever you two are just laying side by side in bed, he just thinks you're so pretty then suddenly he's got a boner! He would just hold your hand and gaze at you, waiting patiently. "If you want to of course." He would mumble, "It's not like you have to if you don't really feel like it." Well maybe you do. 😊

Sebastian 🐸

Sebastian's sex drive is kinda low, so it's very rare for him to get horny. But whenever he is? He's noticeably a lot more touchy and even clingy. Sebastian would be the one initiating physical affection with you. You two are lying in bed together? He has an arm wrapped around you, spooning. Oh you guys are playing on console together? You're now playing overcooked sat on his lap! He's busy coding? His hand is resting on your thigh "to feel less anxious". Even if you're not always glued to the hip, he always finds a way to be near you. If you're cooking, he's sitting by the table, softly smiling at you. But when you're in public and he's in the mood? This boy is a MENACE. 😭 He'd innocently whisper the things he is imagining about you in your ear before pulling away with a cheeky grin as if nothing happened. Sebastian would mention he needs to go home, before not so subtly letting you know that you can come with. With the way he's now smiling oh so sweetly! Maybe you are gonna get back at him for that.

Sam 🎸

With this boy? You already know he's constantly dtf 🙄, he doesn't even need to outright say it. Sam's already clinging onto you the second he sees you, any second he's humping against your leg like a dog in heat! Especially when he gives you this face. -> 🥺 "So..." He'd always start off before following up with a "Can we fuck?... Please?" Sam might add in a whine too if he begged. Though of course he won't force you if you're uncomfortable and not in the mood; He'd usually take care of himself in the bathroom. But if you are in the mood and down to fuck.. Sam would be over the moon! He would be so happy and excited, kissing and touching you all over. Though your legs won't be happy either the next day.

Alex 🏈

Out of all the bachelors, Alex would be the shyest when it comes to being horny. His first instinct the moment he gets a boner around you is to avoid physical touch all together, he wants to be respectful with you is all..🥺 Dude won't let you sit on his lap, kiss him, or anything that involves you pressing your body against his and he refuses to let you touch him! You'd know immediately when you straddle his lap, and when you lean close, you can hear this boy WHIMPER. 😩 Alex is trying his best to be a gentleman, but when his fingers are practically digging into your waist, he is holding back SO much. He would rest his head against your shoulder, filling the room with his sounds. Alex would be PLEADING "Please-- please please can I touch you?" but he patiently tries to waits for you " That's probably enough teasing this poor guy don't you think? (I should probably write a scenario of this ngl)

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[writingstoraes]

hello! for the ig imagine, can i request charles with a medical student reader? maybe she's in her final year before residency and even though charles has no clue about medic he still tries to help her with studying. thank you!

patient 🩺

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!medstudent!reader

type: instagram imagine, social media au

notes: whew being a pre med student ngl this fueled my delusions a lil (jk) anyway i hope u like this, anon 🤍 thank you so much for requesting! i also tried to stick with ig posts since its been so long since i did one thats mostly ig posts hehe

about: supportive charles and his future doctor of a girlfriend!

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yourusername officially on my last hospital duty before graduation! can't believe i have spent 4 tiring yet meaningful years of medical school, still feels unreal. couldn't have done it without the love and support of the people i hold dear to me 🤍

charles_leclerc So proud of you, amoùr 😘 Je n'ai jamais douté de toi. I never doubted you

yourusername thanks for being my first patient, baby <3

pascale_leclerc Congratulations, dear! We miss you!

carlossainz55 The group finally has a doctor! That means unlimited recklessness 😎

pierregasly Remember how we always wanted to try riding a bike on the roof

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yourusername a seperate appreciation post for the love of my life — who's witnessed all my lowest lows and highest highs. despite his own busy schedule, he still managed to fetch me from uni/hospital, prepare breakfast for me, and even help me study.

i guess i owe you a ton for all the cancelled dates and postponed plans, charles_leclerc? 💋

ps. the second picture is charles asleep on my shoulder after he helped me study three subjects for a major exam that went on for HOURS. i think i underestimated just how much he loves me :)

carlosluvr GOD i need me a charles right now its bad enough my pre med is killing me

hamiltonmerc Charles out here setting standards ridiculously high there really is just one of him huh 🤨

charles_leclerc Would do anything for you and you know that ❤️ (Honestly got to a point where I memorized some of what you were studying)

carlossainz55 Woah there Mr. Doctor?

charles_leclerc I think I can give you an injection now, mate 😄

carlossainz55 No thanks I still love my life

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc So incredibly lucky to be with someone as intelligent and hardworking as you. I promise to be with you every step of the way in full support and ready to shower you with love ❤️

Kinda afraid of needles but if you need to practice, I'm always available. Wake me up when you need someone to quiz you or make you coffee. I love you even when you're frustrated when you're practicing your sutures.

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charlossf23 You're telling me Y/N has Charles and all I got from medical school was anxiety

yourusername still need you when i study for the boards

charles_leclerc Working on the flashcards already, chèrie 😘

supermaxmax THE FLASHCARDS ARE SO REAL

pierregasly Carlos and I are on the roof tell Y/N to bring her medical supplies

yourusername please get down from there

charles_leclerc added to his instagram story!

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tagging: @slytherheign

notes: god pre med is hard wish i had someone like charles 😔 i hope you liked this, anon! thank you so much for reading 🤍

[meraki-sunset]

This is a long letter of gratitude. Embrace my endless words of pure gratefulness.

Dear Autor of the most amazing thing I've ever read.

I was writing this letter from the moment I reached the middle of your Crow Strider AU fanfiction. There is so many things I want to say and I'm so happy that I can say it to you all here without words limit. Forgive me for exuberance, I'm squeezing out all my abilities to express what I feel in this foreign language that's not of us first language.

Let me list all the things I'm grateful for, because I'm autistic and I love listing:

1. Crow Strider

The arc of Davesprite you created is masterpiece of writing. The process of deconstructing his personality, forgiving and letting his part behind as well as embracing his new identity and new body is written so thoughtfully with such a care of details. I love how you made him so different from Dave as well as still kept his Daveness in full glory of Striderness. You made him happy and more emotional available and open, at the same time it felt so natural for him to be that way because of the proper build up you gave him. Thank you so much for creating Crow Strider and letting us read his well written arc.

2. There's a Dave for everyone

THERE'S LITERALLY DAVE FOR EVERYONE. You have no idea what struggles I went through trying to understand what person Dave ended up with in canon, and then being sad of what happened in epilogues. I wanted Dave for Karkat. I wanted Dave for Jade. I wanted them to be happy. And you did it. You made it possible. You made them all happy. I love it so much. Thank you so much for making them happy. You even gave Teresi one Dave for her. I can't believe it. It's so beautiful it's unreal.

3. More Davepeta

This part is simple, I simply love Davepeta and you gave me a lot of good Davepeta content. Thank you for that.

4. You made me like characters I didn't like

I wasn't big fan of Tavros. I got tired of Vrisca by the end of Homestuck. I didn't really see Hal as an interesting character. I honestly hated Gamzee. And Jasprosesprite squared was so annoying for me

Well, not anymore! You somehow managed to write these characters more compelling for me than Hussie did. Now I love Tavros and Hal, I mean, cat Hal? Is there anything more cute and cool at the same time?

And NGL I genuinely wanted Gamzee to die and I can't believe that now I'm not, because I just read a very good redemption arc of this clown. I also love the way you dealt with Vrisca. Heck I love all characters written by you!

5. God tier Karkat

I've dreamt of seeing a good piece of god tier Karkat. I was so curious how does it even work to be Knight of Blood, we didn't see any version of Blood god tier in canon. I'm big fan of your version, it fits the character and the aspect so well, and the execution of his arc as he is chosen to open the door... Honestly? I prefer that over canon, though it wouldnt make as much sense as in your fanfiction. It just feels like you took a much better care of Karkat than official ending of Homestuck. Don't get me wrong, I love Homestuck an it's ending, your fanfiction wouldn't exist without it. I honestly think that Hussie didn't really have as much time and space to give his characters as extended arcs as you gave them without losing the dynamic of his story. But you could. And you did. Thank you so much.

6. So many people got better, more extended arcs

Like above. You made Jas much better. You gave Nanna much better, more compelling arc than she had in canon. You made Hal and Tavros much more relatable and gave them very well character development plot, even if short. You took your time to write very needed and wanted dialogues between characters than didn't have their time to interact in canon. Like Jake and Dirk (ESPECIALLY THEM OMG). Like Erisol and Feferi. Like Jas and Rose. And I didn't even know that I needed the last one. Thank you so much.

7. You made ships that I didn't know where even possible and I like them????

Seriously, Tavros and Jane?? Erisol and Arquius??? Josh and Dirk??? I love how your brain works

8. You absolutely nailed the delicate topic of transgender

I used to not be a big fan of June, because there were no realistic signs of John having any kind of thoughts or doubts about his gender in canon. You made a very much needed and really great thoughtfully written arc from June and Josh, even caring about the topic of transition and executing it really great. Thank you so much for yet again being so good at writing arcs.

9. Eridan and Sollux

I love them both and their weird toxic rivalty, and I absolutely love that you gave them some attention and let Eridan grow and try to redeem himself while also helping Sollux with hii2 p2iioniic problem2. I download almost every single frame of it.

10. YOUR ARTSTYLE

You're artstyle. I don't know where to begin with that. It's so amazing. Expressive, dynamic, cute, beautiful, colorful. I love every line of your comics. Your style is the way I always wanted to draw. It's just perfect. And also perfect for Homestuck fanfiction. It's just so similar, yet gives it a bit of softness as well as the kind of expressiveness I love, that makes every single shot more appealing. Warm scene are so warm, sad scene are so sad, dynamic scenes are so epic, it's like so delicious. Yes, I just ran out of words. Let me grab a dictionary...

Your style is outstanding. It gives me this feeling of familiarity, it's similar of Homestuck style, yet so different, its fresh and new while also feels like home.

I wish you have a printed version of your fanfiction (but I probably can't afford it sadly). There is something so soothing in this simple colors, it's not too loud, not too many colors, yet so many and smooth colorful lines. I will learn to draw like you, I'm sorry for adapting your style, but I really want to draw like that and you even posted some tutorials how to draw like you.

Thank you so so much that you put so much time and effort into making this wonderful comic and then share with all of us completely for free. You drew so many expressive pages, sometimes even 10 pages per static dialogue, which means you officially outbested the master of overdoing Andrew Hussie himself, that did maximum of 3 pages per 1 static dialogue scene. I noticed you slowed down a bit at the end and drew much more simplified panels as well as you started using same panels many times. Good. It's okay to go the easier way. No one wants you to overwork yourself and burnout. No one wants you to have trauma with drawing and not wanting to draw comic ever again. It's extremely generous of you that you posted for absolutely free such a wonderful and huge piece of art. I'm endlessly grateful.

11. The plot

I love how you started from one simple idea of giving Crow more arc, and then gradually extended it into a whole huge fixfiction. It went so smoothly it looked like really one different decision of one person can change the whole timeline. It went so naturally, it felt so realistic as if I read something that Andrew Hussie wrote as a coexisting canon.

I have to admit, the whole idea of not doomed and not canon timeline is pretty ridiculous, and I love every bit of it. Paradoxally, it sounds so much like something that could actually exist in Homestuck canon. I love it

A few little things I didn't like that much

I wouldnt be myself if I didn't comment on some stuff that wasn't perfect. I'll be bery brief with that, because these things didn't really bothered me that much, I just want to share a little bit of criticism I have.

I hope it won't sound rude when I say that I didn't really felt like you understand the character of Nepeta very well? She didn't felt that like Nepeta in your fanfiction, at least for me. I felt like some stuff were explained a bit too many times. I know that characters needed that, yet we as viewers already know some stuff and didn't need to read it again. Also, I really missed the type styles of characters. I know how hard it is to keep it through entire fanfiction, especially writing some of the characters with quite complicated type style. I just missed it a bit. On the other hand it made a few characters much more comprehensive.

I hope I didn't hurt you with this few words of critics. Now I want to share a few of my favorite pages, I hope you don't mind if I end this letter with fangirling over your drawings. I actually wanted to do a lot of comments during reading your fanfiction, but the website didn't let comments. Sadly. That's why I'm writing here. And now is time I will do what I wanted to do back then:

This scene, my fav scene in Homestuck, got so extended in your fanfiction, I felt so gifted and it wasn't even my birthday

I cried.

This. Made me laugh so hard. And it's even funnier without context.

I just reached photos limit. Sadly. I'm so grateful for your comic. I love it so much. Thank you again for making it. You're a wonderful person

Hey there! Thank you so much for the letter, and for taking your time translating it to English for me to understand. Since it’s in a list format, I guess I’ll answer as list as well! So:

Crow strider

It was challenging writing Crow because I needed to basically write Dave but with a twist in his personality due to living with the Harley-Egberts and their grandma, in a very cozy and caring environment.

Honestly I don’t think I managed to portray enough Daveness, his personality is very particular and difficult for me to replicate, but I did the best I could and my friend and editor will help me reach the right amount of striderness in the epilogue

2. A Dave for everyone

Indeed, there’s Dave for everyone. The homestuck epilogues made me realize how lonely Jade ended up, and I always loved Davesprite and jade, but with one being human and the other one a Sprite the relationship was bound to fail, and even tho I wasn’t fond of JadexDavepeta, still i would’ve prefered it to jade being all alone and Davepeta dying fighting Lord English. So now, not only Jade has Crow, and they’re happy, but the Karezi – davekat – daverezi mess all got fused into one, because I love them and their trip was a Little different from in canon. And also Davepeta is around, I don’t think they’ll end up with anyone, but they’ll vibe on EarthC.

3. More Davepeta

They’re alive, and I like showing the craziness that comes from them knowing all timelines but being above them and detached from them. 

4. The characters you didn’t use like

I like exploding underused characters. Because with them, you’ve only seen the Surface, but at the same time you have info about them that can be used to make them more profound. If Tavros got revived, why isn’t he mad at Vriska? What was he doing those 3 years in the bubbles? If Jasprose is a seer and has knowledge of all timelines due to being ultimate self, doesn’t that make her the ultimate clairvoyant? Doesn’t that mean she’s the key to winning? Does she miss the mother like rose does? If there’a already an Arquius, why make another? Why not have just Hal as a Sprite and have him figure out what being alive is actually like?. You get the Surface of the characters and knowing what you know about them, you dig deeper, until you find their humanity and write about it.

5. Godtier Karkat

I love Karkat on Homestuck, but I feel like the character lost weight towards the end of the story, he stopped being the leader and while everyone went and fought someone important like the Condesce, the jacks, the dogjack, or Lord English, he was just somewhere else doing whatever. I wanted to give him his hero moment that closes his development.

As for the door, I feel like in canon john was the right choice to open the door, he’s the hero and the leader, not to mention it’s a human session, it makes total sense and I wouldn’t change it

Every story has things that don’t get to be explored, because that would make them too long and cut the flow, making it unreadable. That why we love fan fictions and AUs so much, they take the pieces and reassemble them into something new, filling the empty spaces.

What makes the events on AUs fun is that they didn’t happen in canon. So if John opened the door in canon, and it was right, then Karkat can open this one, and it can be right on this specific timeline. He gets closure from the door he never got to open, and takes back his role as a leader, even if it’s just for a moment, since the battle is over by now. He’s the leader once again, but this time he understands the weight of it in a way he couldn’t grasp when he was 13, claimed he was in charge and let everyone down. He now understands it’s not just something you ask for, it’s something you earn, he’s now the Knight of blood, god of bonds, he took down the Condesce in the name of his species, and will open the door for his peers to enter the new universe they created together where they’ll create a free society, he became what the signless predicted, his rightful successor. His arc is completed.

6. Extended arcs

Jas was planned since the beginning to close crow’s arc about his rose and his regrets about leaving her behind. It’s only when he’s made peace with losing her, has left his old self behind and is ready to face the battle and his future, that he gets his reward. He gets her back, in the strangest way

With Nanna, i just though nobody ever focused that there was an actual adult around during the whole adventure, Nanna would’ve spent a lot of time around john and jade, them being each others remaining family. So I tried to give her the role of a guardian, breaking a Little with this “orphaned children on their own” that all characters have.

Honestly I tried to make it as interesting as I could, sometimes I would take characters that didn’t have any screen time and think, what can they do? What’s in their mind at this moment that they could tackle in conversation? And with whom? Who else needs screen time?. And that’s how you get, Jake and Tavros bonding, Nepeta, Fefeta, Davepeta and Feferi ship-chat, Arquius telling Terezi and Karkat about Erisol, Hal comforting Eridan, ect.

It’s actually a really cool writing exercise I do sometimes. I grab two characters that have nothing in common, and write a conversation between them. What’s the common ground? Are their stories alike in some way? Do they have a common hobby or worry? It’s really cool because you find stuff about the characters you never paid attention to before

7. Unlikely ships

Tavros and Jane came from me wanting Tavros to be more assertive. In canon Vriska instructed him to not interact with the Alpha kids during those 6 months, but since this Tavros doesn’t listen to her because he took self-esteem lessons from Rufioh, I felt like he probably spent that time actually being a guide to Jane and then becoming Friends while solving puzzles, Jane being a fan of mysteries and Tavros probably missing his flarp days. Also theres a funny thing about Tavros and Jane, and it’s Tavros is supposed to represent Peter pan, while Vriska is supposed to represent both Tinkerbell (she dressed up like a fairy for him and later became an actual fairy) being attracted to him but being short fused when rejected, and also represent Captain Hook, Peter pan’s enemy (with her flarp persona and her ancestor being a pirate), but she’s not Wendy in any way, and I feel like Jane is, she’s the homeschooled girl, with blue eyes who looked through her window waiting to be free because her father wouldn’t let her out (also Wendy’s brother was named john who used big glasses). She’s a normal girl coming in contact with this fairy boy from a world of only children. Idk, makes sense to me. (besides, Wendy darling’s daughter, who Peter pan later takes on adventures too was named Jane, who also has blue eyes)

Erisol and Arquius was a crack ship that suddenly made sense, because it’s one-sided, and I feel like arquius is a caring person, he just has a difficult time socializing like a normal person. He’s just really happy to be a sprite and is pissed by Erisol’s insistence on wanting to explode.

Also, Arquius promising Fefeta that he wouldn’t break Erisol’s neck unless he had a good reason ( he kinda wanted to) and eventually having to break his neck for the good reason of god tiering him (he now doesn't want to and feels bad about it) was something I planned for months

Josh and dirk, i think it’s funny. Dirk wouldn’t have dated jade because she’s a girl, but Josh is a boy so it’s good, AND, he’s like a more direct, version of Jake who takes no bullshit.

8. The topic of transgender

Originally the second spaceship post retcon was supposed to arrive empty, or with only Davesprite, but I saw an opportunity to solve a division in the audience. Some people were interested in John remaining as he was, while others wanted to see June. Since John never showed any doubts about his gender in canon, it wasn’t in my original plans for June to make an appearance during CSAU, because the comic only covered the same period of time as canon. But when it came time to write the retcon I realized I had an opportunity to make them both coexist, making a shift in the timeline, but said shift being there both since the beginning and for the purpose of surviving the recon. Making June and Josh a reality since the beginning, so the timeline would survive the consequences of the two Egberts crossing paths post retcon.

It’s nice to hear you liked it, I know not everyone did. I tried to be respectful but at the same time be true to the nonsensical nature of canon Homestuck that makes timelines twist and change to the story’s convenience, making the events real but chaotic. Also since i knew John’s dad wasn’t coming back and Jane’s dad wouldn’t make it, June would be the last remaining conection to John’s old home and so John would be June's, relying on eachother for comfort when it comes to the loss of their father and home.

9. Eridan and Sollux

I want to cover Eridan’s redemption in the epilogue, since all we know is he grew as a person during his time in the bubbles, leading to his change of heart interacting with Sollux and Kanaya

10. Art style

Thank you! I like to give the characters a full range of emotions and for the surroundings to accompany that

No need to be sorry for learning through my art, in the end my style, like everyone else’s, is bits and pieces from other artists we’ve seen, admired and/or learned from. Just make sure to add your personal touch to make your artstyle trully yours

It’s true that by the end I reused more static panels for dialogue, both because there was a lot for the characters to say, not that much action left, and my battery was running low haha

11. The plot

I tried my best for the story to be a big butterfly effect steaming from crow’s decision to ascend, working towards the most possible outcomes like Crow getting grimdarked by the Condesce too, the sprites surviving because of Nanna and so on

I wanted this timeline to coexist with canon because I don’t like the idea of overwriting it, canon happened and was important, CSAU just happened to be taking place close by

12. Things you didn’t like

I do in fact not understand the character of Nepeta very well, I reread Homestuck in order to get the original troll's personality better, but Nepeta is a character I don’t get. On top of that, she doesn’t appear much in CSAU so didn’t have much time to develop her.

I do struggle with over explaining, I think is stems from not wanting the reader to be confused (it has happened on discord that people come and ask me what was going on in the story when i thought I had written it in a way people could understand with no problems), which leads to me explaining everything too bluntly sometimes, so the characters sometimes ramble TOO much, and I wish I could go back and reduce the dialogs, but that would involve going back to the page’s codes to delete certain pages and replace others, and also changing the programming for the page’s backgrounds, not to mention my computer crashes when I try to modify pages too far back, since they’re 4000 of them. It’s one of those things I can only learn from and try to do better in the next project

The character’s typing was a core part of Homestuck because it was mostly portrayed as blocks of texts and the quirks made it easy to know who was talking even with people having the same typing color. The reason I didn’t use them it’s simply because I could barely write good enough in English, let alone add quirks. My friend offered me to add the quirks at some point when we were revising the dialogs, but I declined because some people found it easier to read without them and I didn’t want to add another step to the render of the pages.

13. Favorite pages

I also cried with that Gamzee panel, I planned it for months and i waited a long time to draw those last panels, I’m glad they made people laugh

Haha, also yeah, the Strider reunion got really extended with so many extra striders. Davepeta, Crow and Hal making the reunion complete

Thank you for this message! i'll do my best to write a good epilogue (which by now is actually a secuel) and i hope you have a great day🌻🌻🌻

[aviiarie]

˚ ₊ ‧ ♡ THAT'S THE SPIRIT! — feat. tengen + wives event masterlist.

synopsis. they might be gone from this world, but they'll never leave your heart. or your side. or you alone. they loved you in life, and now they have a whole afterlife to spend haunting you. warnings. death. ghosts. themes of grief & mourning. notes. requested by anon! kinda angsty ngl. gn!reader. 1.8k words. i love hinatsuru, makio, and suma so much. their husband's okay i guess.

When you woke, it was to a dull throbbing in the back of your head, and swollen eyes from a night spent crying yourself to sleep. The time was well past midday if the sun peeking through the crack in their curtain told you anything, but your body still stung with exhaustion. These days, no matter how long you slept, the heavy ache in your arms and legs never seemed to ease.

A groan slipped through your lips, as you pushed your body into a sitting position against the pillows. Under your palms, the bed felt cold. You never quite got used to the sensation, even after a whole month.

Day by day, you were told. Take it one day at a time. And you had tried to take the advice to heart, truly. Even as your late mornings lazing in bed turned into afternoons, and your efforts towards making food whittled away until you resorted to takeout only, you were surviving.

You would keep your head above the water, gulping in sweet lungfuls of air, even as the current pulled you down. You needed to keep afloat, no matter how much your chest burned with every breath.

Day by day, breath by breath.

It had been over a week since you had seen another living soul. Everyone had been quick to offer their comforts and shoulders to cry on, but you had only returned the sentiment with polite refusal. You couldn't bring yourself to face anyone; the funeral and the wake were draining enough.

The memorial service itself was a quiet affair, which you were grateful for. Only a select group were invited, limited only to immediate family and select friends who were close enough to feel the sting of their loss the most. And you, of course. It passed by in a blur of solemn words and well wishes for the next life, punctuated by sobs every few seconds.

There was a part of you that was thankful that you didn’t have to plan the event; a small, selfish part. It might have customary for the closest of the bereaved to organize the funeral proceedings, but the fog in your head meant you could hardly focus on the sound of your own voice, let alone putting together an entire ceremony.

It was Mitsuri who ended up taking your place and organizing everything you couldn't bring yourself to.

“Don’t worry about a thing, [Name].” Mitsuri had squeezed your hands, forcing a smile even as her eyes were glossy with tears. “We can handle everything. I know it’s hard for you right now, so just focus on yourself, okay?”

“Okay...” You mumbled, slightly dazed.

The daze didn't fade, even after days passed and your grief began to settle in like a parting gift. Sometimes it felt distant and unreal, as if you could still stretch your arm out and find a warm body on the opposite side of your bed; others, it felt like it was the only thing left in your mind, filling up the cracks that the loves of your life had left behind.

Still, you had to keep surviving, if not for your own sake, for your beloved spouses who could no longer survive with you.

Day by day. You could make it through one more day.

Slowly, you pulled yourself out of bed. Your vision was filled with stars as you stood, head feeling like it was stuffed with cotton. You gritted your teeth and ignored it, sliding the bedroom door shut behind you.

The cold, weightless feeling of arms sliding around your waist should have been a surprise. It wasn't.

“What's got you so gloomy today, huh?” The voice was whispered right into your ear, a low hum that brushed up against your skin.

You leaned your head back, resting it on the chest of the person hugging you from behind. The sensation was strange, both solid and slightly incorporeal at the same time. Even so, there was something familiar about the chuckle that sounded afterwards.

“Tengen...” You sighed, closing your eyes. Perhaps you could ignore the distinct lack of a heartbeat near your ear; his voice sounded alive enough to compensate. “You weren't there when I woke.”

“Aw... missed me, did you?” You heard the smile in his voice, the light note of teasing that used to always get on your nerves. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, lingering there for a moment.

“I always miss you...” You said shakily, gripping the arms still circled around your waist. There was a hollow desperation in the way your nails dug into his skin, a feverish need to touch him, bring him closer, prove that he's really there.

“Don't worry.” Another kiss, this time to your cheek. “You can't get rid of us that easily.”

The faint pressure against your skin was cold enough to make you shiver, but you didn't mind. His touches could feel like ice for all you cared, as long as he was still touching you.

You still couldn't understand why it was that he was able to touch you when as far as you were aware, he was completely intangible and imperceptible to the rest of the living world, but you had shoved the question to the furthest corner of your mind.

Instead you embraced the opportunity, savouring his touch as long as you were allowed it.

Even so, it wasn't easy to adapt to your new way of living.

The first few days after the news was delivered were the hardest, when you spent hours alone in your house, until a friend or acquaintance stopped by to offer their condolences. They never seemed to mind that you didn't speak much, but eventually the visits stopped coming.

When the burial came, that was when you spoke the most. You were given a chance to give a speech, and took it graciously, as much as the words clawed at your throat.

The group was quiet afterwards, save for the odd sniffle. Mitsuri looked like she was seconds away from bawling, but she was holding herself together remarkably well. “A-Ahem. Thank for those… touching words. I-I know they meant a lot to you.”

“They did.” Your eyes drifted to the headstones, arranged right next to each other just like they would have wanted.

Tengen Uzui. Beloved husband.

Makio Uzui. Beloved wife.

Suma Uzui. Beloved wife.

Hinatsuru Uzui. Beloved wife.

You didn’t know whether to laugh or sob at the simple words etched across the stone. There wasn’t enough room on the headstones to truly tell how important they were. Not even your words—as close as they brought the group to tears—were enough.

You didn’t mention the way Tengen would instinctively reach for you in the mornings before he was fully awake, never settled until he made sure all of his spouses were safely at his side; nor did you mention that Hinatsuru’s sharp eyes could spot a gloomy mood from a mile away, always ready for comfort. And you didn't certainly mention Makio's worry for your wellbeing hidden behind her occasionally brash words, or how Suma's constant tears were only the result of the sheer amount of love she held for her spouses.

You didn't mention how much you adored them with every heartbeat and every breath, how waking up in the morning in an ice-cold bed was another stark and cruel reminder that you were alone.

“We're going to leave now.” Mitsuri squeezed your shoulder gently. “Take as long as you need.”

You didn't say another word, only numbly staring at the gravestones and imagining what yours would look like, propped up next to the four. Who would speak at your funeral? You didn't have anyone left to offer touching words, apart from Mitsuri perhaps.

In between your musings, you heard it. A loud, pained cry, like the sound of a wounded deer.

“Waaah! [Name]’s speech was so sweet!”

“Shut up, Suma! Let them be!”

You could have sobbed at the sound. Your head swung back, to see your four spouses crowded some distance away, awkwardly huddled by a cluster of gravestones.

They looked exactly like they did the last time you saw them, faces etched with wide smiles, soft eyes, and falling tears—the latter being courtesy of Suma.

“Are you done here, love?” Tengen asked with a soft smile. You stared at him as if in a daze, afraid to blink in case his image disappeared before your closed eyes.

Cautiously, you stepped forward once, then twice. Step by step, you closed the gap between, reaching out a shaky hand to brush your palm along his face. Under your thumb, his skin was cold, staticky, but real.

And all of a sudden it became all too much, and you were letting out a low cry and falling into his ready arms. The wives all surrounded you, offering soft touches, gentle words, and comforts. For that moment, you could almost believe that they'd never left at all.

It was hard to tell if they were even fully aware of their ghostly state. They had all heard your speech at the burial, but the moment you brought up the subject you were met with... odd reactions.

“Dead? Do you want us to be dead?” Makio scoffed. She had your head in her lap, absently patting your hair like you were a cat.

“I don't wanna be dead.” Suma's eyes turned glossy, and Hinatsuru was quick to pull her into an embrace.

“I don't think that's something we need to worry about.” Tengen said gently, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “We're here, we're happy to be here with you... that's all we need to focus on, okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered back, letting your eyes flutter shut. You took his words to heart; since then you didn't dwell on why, only fixing your attention on the four people you loved the most. Not even death could pull them from your side.

“[Name]! We've been waiting for you!”

“Give them a moment, Makio!”

“Are you alright, [Name]...?”

And yet, even with Tengen's arms around your waist, and the sound of your wives calling you from the kitchen, there was a hollowness that you tried desperately to ignore.

Hinatsuru's face peeked out from the corner, a look of concern washing over it at your shaking form still held in Tengen's arms. Your husband and wife exchanged a look, before Tengen let go of you and stepped back, allowing Hinatsuru to step forward.

Her hand moved to your cheek, lightly brushing your jaw with the pad of her thumb. “What’s with that look… Aren’t you happy to spend the day with us?”

You leaned into her hand, your skin burning for the touch. Against your cheek, her fingers were as chilling as Tengen's.

“No...” You murmured. “I'm happy. I love you.”

Her concern softened into a smile, and she kissed your jaw, lips lingering long enough to whisper a promise into your skin. “We love you too. In this life, and in every one afterwards.”

🏷️ taglist: @mollzaj, @mitsvriii, @an-angstyteen

© aviiarie 2024. do not copy, repost, translate or use my work to train ai

[starryriize]

if there's anyone in the world I am delulu for, it's hanbin from zerobaseone !! if you have time or are interested? can you write bf hanbin hcs? thank you!

delulu thoughts | hanbin

꒰ pairing ꒱ bf! hanbin and fem! reader

꒰ author’s note ꒱ yes. i get you- he’s like the greenest flag i’ve ever seen ! ngl i had this finished in one sitting but i kept thinking of things to add <33 i hope this meets your standards love !!

not proofread!

➺ bf hanbin whose presence reassures you that you’ll always feel loved! being with him is like being in your own romance drama :((

➺ 100% sees you in everything! there’s a sunset? he’s telling you how it reminds him of you. like to him, the world is pretty, but it's even more breathtaking when you're next to him. (he's in love what can i say?)

➺ definitely does skincare with you at night while you both watch something on tv! thinks you look adorable in your mask😣

➺ gets shy when you tell him how good he looks in his button up shirt; then he teases you the minute he’s alone with you

➺ bf hanbin who treats you like royalty! you may have a license but he still thinks he should drive you everywhere. plus he knows how attractive he looks when he drives with one hand

➺ puts you in the spotlight!! he knows he's popular and good-looking, but he thinks you're unreal :(( so he makes sure to shift the conversation to praise all that you've accomplished! :((

➺ 1000% makes you coffee in the morning and gives you morning kisses, telling you how beautiful you look <33 no seriously, he definitely thinks that you look the prettiest when you're half-awake and mumbling at him. he finds you adorable 😭

➺ finds it so precious whenever your eyes light up as you talk about your favorite topic!! even if he doesn’t understand, he’s intently listening because everything you say is important to him! 🫶🏼

➺ he takes you on “cliché” dates but oh, they’re so magical!! he only looks at you! it's as though nothing is more eye-catching than you. gives you winks when you catch him staring at you and then gives you a light peck on your lips!! holds your hand too <3 (again, he’s in love and is proud to show it) !!

➺ he definitely believes in fate, destiny- all of it!! thinks he was born to love you and he’s serious about it!! he takes one look at you and he swears to himself that the world has stopped spinning🥹🫶🏼 he thinks about how he'd be with you when he gets old- and he realizes that he'll still be just as in love with you as he is now :((

[mpc-unofficial]

Don’t know if I count given how I don’t actually live in a world right now, and I don’t even know if you’re talking about rotumblr, but if you are then my answer would be probably too many. Especially since was Igor who introduced me to this site and apparently he’s connected to the wild cards.

How many Wildcards are on this Distsite

Why are we all getting thrown into this world

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Pussy Steve in a leg spreader is all I can think abouttt... Unable to escape any of the touch and he's sooo sensitive guh

For reference, my ask box is no longer open for requests, but this is from before I closed it, so I will be writing for this ask.

Ngl, since you sent this in in fucking August, oh god, this is all I've been able to think about.

I just... yeah. It's been on my mind. There's something about spreader bars that I fucking dying for and putting pussy Steve in one? Why didn't I think of that earlier!?

Since Bucky and Steve stumbled into the discovery of how fucking good messing around could feel when they were horny, clumsy teenagers all awkward and lanky limbs, Steve has sworn that the thing Bucky likes most is, just, punking Steve. Fucking with him.

It started legitimate, at least. His thing.

His kink, maybe.

Back then, when Steve was all too close to stumbling and falling through death's door from his precarious place curled up on its stoep like some abandoned orphan, it was for his own good. He didn't want to admit it, not even fucking close, and Bucky didn't demand that he did, but he kept it in mind regardless. He kept Steve still yet aroused, enough to keep him hard (or most of the way there) but not enough to send his heart into a frenzy of the wrong kind. That, usually, ment working him up nice and slow. But, somewhere along the way, between life and body altering transformations and devastating plunges into death and through it, the habit stuck. Maybe they just never had time to learn any other way, though.

Now, still, Bucky fucks with him by winding him up nice and slow. Consistent and sensual, as if waiting for his body to work itself up through its slow circulation and anemia and everything else going against him. He likes to watch the color wash into Steve's pale skin; he likes to feel how he burns hotter with rising arousal; he likes to hear the stuble pick-up of Steve's breath, getting more shallow and hitched; he likes to know that he's making Steve feel good, good enough to be a tugging, distracting current that's not breaking right now, not yet, but it will be, it will build and build and get to the point where, eventually, Steve just can't stand it and he'll shatter. But. By the time that he's breaking, he'll have been so fucking worked up that he doesn't see it coming. Sometimes, that means cumming without a sound, mouth hanging open, nothing but a silent exhale of agony, or, sometimes, that means cumming with a shocked, unrealized wailing-moan as he flails over the edge whether he wants to or not. He's been boiled alive, the water growing hotter so incrementally that he didn't even know.

It's that moment that Bucky chases: the break.

The moment of the break. But, still, getting Steve--a stubborn little spitfire--to break isn't half as fun without a crazy-long, agonizing wind-up. It adds to the break. The anticipation makes it better. Worse, to Steve.

Today, the slow, consistent, easy wind-up wasn't as, uh, private as usual, though. Steve wasn't laid out on the couch in their apartment, held in Bucky's lap, back-to-chest, with Bucky's fingers finding their way up his tight, tight shirt to trace over his skin, the valleys and hills of his muscle definition. Bucky just 'innocently' touching until he's not, circling and plucking and playing with his sensitive nipples until Steve's panting and has lost all sense of time. When did this even start? What time is it now? Will this ever end? Steve wasn't in their shower on a slow, lethargic evening--nothing done all day but lay around, alone together--Bucky sliding in behind him to wash his body and tease him until he's plenty fucking wet to let Bucky in by the time he reaches between his legs, sliding his thighs apart with relaxed, unhurried hands. Fingering him with no rush. Not even stretching him out on more than two fingers. The two of them enveloped in nothing but pouring sheets of water and hot steam. If the mirror could, it'd be blushing, watching Steve get pressed tight against the glass shower stall wall, his face and tits smushed, displayed, all pale pink and desperate. Steve wasn't in bed, either, under orders to not move an inch, or Bucky would stop. Still, still, still--not tense but torturously relaxed--as Bucky skirts the line between massaging him and tickling him, waiting for him to be 'ready...' Whatever that means. Steve's past ready. Hot and wet and puffy between his legs. One touch there, and he could come apart. If only Bucky would. But, no, none of that. Steve wasn't alone.

They weren't alone.

Well, at one point they were, now, when it really fucking starts, they aren't alone.

Winding-up, tighter and tighter and tighter, Steve is trying not to fucking lose his mind in the middle of a goddamn meeting. He's fucking surrounded. All sides. Right. Left. Behind him. Infront of him. Some people are in their supersuits and other agents in low-key, blacked-out S.H.I.E.L.D. uniforms.

It's a storm of faceless, nameless shapes that are hardly even people to Steve right now. Whatever the hell this meeting is about (debrief? It's got to be a debrief, right? Bucky wouldn't endanger him or other innocent people by preventing him from taking in intell, right?), Steve isn't registering a lick of it. Instead, he's focused solely around the buzzing, aching, nearly-silent bullet vibrator in his boxer briefs. They're just fucking tight enough to keep it in place, nevermind how Bucky just so effortless slipped it into the pocket at the front of his drawers like it was meant to be there--as if there was no way in hell that Steve would go without it, of course, not.

Steve and Bucky's ears are the only ones that can pick up the subtle earthquake plundering Steve, crumbling his earth, inch by inch as that fucking tiny ass vibrator pulses, buzzes, and rumbles tightly against his swollen clit, soaking the dry-fit material of his boxers.

Oh, god.

All the fucking hours--it feels like hours--they've been sitting here Steve's had to keep himself from squirming or whining or doing anything that'd tip off anyone to the toy going at him. Whatever Bucky's doing to control it or whatever pre-set he's put it to, the pulsing vibrations are perfectly balanced to keep Steve balanced on the razor edge of agony. It's not enough to make him cum. It's too much to not be desperately arousing. And it's not consistent enough to be ignorable. He's still fucking sensitive to it, even after all the dragging, droning conversation.

Trying to keep himself together has resulted in the flush that he knows is painted across his cheeks, sitting high like a sunset just starting, not yet kissing the horizon line. But, more, the way he's sweating like a dog. He can feel the rivers of it pouring down his back, pooling underneath his arms, the dimples of his back, and down his asscrack to the insides of his thighs where he's urgently pressing them together. He isn't sure if he's making it better or worse for himself, pressing his legs together. On one hand, it makes him less fervently paranoid that someone else can hear his little vibrator where its rawing him, making him crazy, but on the other hand, clenched tight in his fist, it's making the vibrations spread through him so much easier. A rock thrown into a pond with the ripples emanating out, lapping at the shore. Steve's nerves are the taut surface of the water, every single vibration a pebble that builds into not little ripples but huge waves that lap and erode at his edges, making him think he's about to cum in his chair, hardly resisting from grinding into his seat, bucking his hips and letting his eyes roll back, his lip coming out from between his teeth to moan more like a roar, finally fucking released from his ongoing torture and devastated by how it eats at him. All that pleasure. Too much.

Right when Steve's about to fucking tap out, thunk his head on the table and shoot his hand down between his clenching thighs to ride his own hand to completion--shoving the vibrator tighter against his wet, wet, wet, and swollen, tortured, clit--as he moans. Fuck all the people in the room, they all have to sign so many NDAs to work for an agency like this, what's another one for, oh, yeah, that time that Captian America orgasmed out of nowhere in the middle of a meeting. Right then, Bucky's metal hand lands heavy on his upper arm, digging his fingers into his bicep through his suit and dragging him to his feet.

Steve feels like a mess.

Steve is a mess.

He can't believe no one else knows what's happening. He's hardly lucid enough to grunt out a 'yes' or bob his head or to anything to make it seem like he's on the same fucking planet as all the people around him. It's just enough, though. Just enough. Not, not enough--

If Steve was sure everyone knew what was happening when he was using all of his self-control to not hump the chair he was sitting in, then he absolutely fucking knows that everyone is immediately crystal clear about what's going on when Bucky hauls him out of that boardroom. Bucky is dragging him away, steadying him on his shaking feet, to fuck him into next Sunday. They know.

Bucky is dragging him off to fuck him.

Pre-emptive relief crashes over Steve like a wave at the realization and he pays fuck all attention to the sights and sounds around him. All he knows is that one minute they're in the meeting, it's dismissed, and the next minute, Bucky has cornered him in the elevator, and they're moving. They're alone. Steve doesn't just melt against the hot, solid line of Bucky's leather-clad body, he disintegrates.

His knees go weak, and his hands curl into clinging, pawing clumsy things that won't work. His face buries itself in his chest--between his pecs, if they were naked like they ought to be--and groans with all the breath in his chest, punched out.

Indulgently, Bucky holds him there like that for a moment, scruffing him around the back of his neck like he's a shaky, anxious kitten. Steve might as well be the way he mewls when Bucky brings up one of those fucking killer thighs to grind against his pussy.

Steve mewls.

The thick, solid muscle of Bucky's thigh forces him to confront, right fucking here in this work elevator, just how wet he is. He's wet. Soaked. Vibrating hard. He's been dripping the entire time they were in that stupid meeting, messing up his boxer briefs and probably even the inside of his suit--it's gonna be a bitch to clean. It's gonna smell like sex forever.

Steve isn't thinking about cleaning.

Steve is, oh, oh--

Bucky has him right fucking there, about to fucking cum, he's so close, he can feel the heated, tangled knot of pleasure pulling taut low in his belly, about to fucking fray apart. Pulled apart. It's in the back of his throat. He can feel it in his teeth, creeping into the muscle of his jaw, he's half-clenching his jaw and half letting it hang open. He doesn't know what his face is doing; it's probably fucked-out and dumb. But--

"Ah, ah, ah," Bucky tuts at him, pulling his thigh away and pulling him up by the nape of his neck.

Steve doesn't give a second thought about the pathetic, sharp whine he gives at having his orgasm disparagingly denied. Ruined? Whatever the fuck happened that's left his whole fucking body quivering and raw. He was so goddamn close!

So, so fucking close that that's the only thing he can hold onto. And even that, as Bucky pulls him out of the elevator--out out the building through a dizzying revolving door, pushes him onto the back of his motorcycle, heaves his arms around him, and drives them home--slips through his fingers like sand. Steve isn't holding onto anything. His arms are physically around Bucky's stocky waist as they ride, holding on, but he's not emotionally holding on to fucking anything. His brain is dripping out of his ears. Hours of vibration, his thighs clenched together, trying to keep it together. Now, his thighs are split wide around the heaving, breathing, rumbling body of Bucky's bike. It's a fucking animal.

Bucky drives like an animal. Feral and reckless as New York blurs messily past them. And Steve just nuzzles in tight, moaning recklessly and unashamedly into Bucky's ear from over his shoulder.

He's beyond desperate.

The blurred, smeared paint effect of the world around him gets worse when they're off the bike. Closer to home, Steve feels more of that pre-emptive relief surge through him more. He can't put himself back together, first shaken apart in that meeting and then blended up by the motorcycle ride. Too much. Not enough. Steve needs more.

Steve knew he was wet, but he didn't realize just how wet he fucking got until Bucky grabs him and twists him around, hauling him over his shoulder, smacking his ass and keeping a heavy, possessive hand there while he walks Steve's quivering body deeper into their home just to pin him down against their mattress all handsy and strong. Steve can't fucking fight. He just lays there, teeth chattering. He's vibrating so much himself he doesn't know if the bullet vibe is still on or not. He doesn't need it. He just. More. He needs more.

Steve needs more, thrown in through their slammed-open front door and stumbling in, unsteady and breakable as a fawn. Fuck it. He's not breakable, he's already broken. Broken open and spilling molten hot--pouring out his lust.

He's so fucking on edge anything could set him off. Anything will set him off. Just. Please.

Steve can hardly fucking hear Bucky over the blood rushing in his ears, his heart pounding like mad. But he's saying something, asking something with that damn gorgeous Chesire cat grin, all predatory and sharp, "you gonna show me how fucking wet I make you, baby?"

"Wrong answer, honey," his salacious grin widens dangerously the higher he gets off teasing him.

Steve can't think.

He can't hear.

He can't move.

Yet, he must shake his head, trying to clear his mind, figure out what the fuck is happening, what to do, because Bucky responds to him like he's answered. Like he can do anything. As if Bucky hasn't turned him into a useless pile of wet, desperate need.

And while Steve can't move, so overwhelmed with his lust, Bucky has no such issues. He's crawling off the bed where he has Steve fucked up and pinned to grab, grab--

There's no time to really process what the fuck that is, what it's doing to him, and how it feels on him when suddenly, like a switch flipped, Steve's cunt is hot and wet and kept clenched between his tensed thighs then Steve's cunt is cold and drenched and exposed to open air.

Steve's vision is so hazy and blurred he doesn't even know what it is and he doesn't think it matters anyway because Bucky isn't using it, rather he's running his hands fervently all over Steve's quivering body to strip him of his uniform. The distraction doesn't last long, though, as ruined and desperate as Steve is, Bucky is the same. Their desire intrinsically intertwined. Twinned and deepened. Made that much more perilous together. Once he's stripped to nothing but his sweat and blush, Bucky uses that thing he grabbed.

It's a spreader bar. The thing. It's a long bar, reinforced, and forcing Steve's legs wide, wide apart.

Bucky peels Steve's legs apart with a grunt and obscene show of strength, his flesh arm fucking flexing and his metal arm revving--recalibrating in a way that Steve could drool over all fucking day--and makes Steve too fucking aware of how stupidly turned on he is. He's wet. He's swollen. He's raw. He's quivering in phantom vibrations. He's so fucking aware of how exposed he is.

Exposed.

He can't keep his legs together. Bucky is just--

Bucky has him.

Bucky is pawing at his wet pussy like the big bad man he is. Fucking him up like he's the wolf and Steve is innocently lost in the wood. Steve should be afraid of his claws, but he isn't. He really isn't. He wants claws. He wants teeth. He wants.

His pussy is so hot and slick compared to the rest of the air in their bedroom. It's mortifying. Could he be wetter? No. He couldn't get any fucking more turned on without just dying. He might die here. Steve wails and jerks but doesn't get anywhere. He can't. He's spread.

Oh.

Oh, god.

Unceremoniously then, exposed and spread, Bucky shoves his face up there, licking his wet slit hotly, and Steve squeals.

What is he going to do to him? Steve could sob. Steve is sobbing. What isn't he going to do to him? He just wants to cum! Bucky doesn't have to kill him. He can just let him cum! He doesn't have to murder him!! Just let him cum!

Pleeease.

[jeankluv]

A fairy song - Utahime Iori

summary: On one of your hunting days, a melodious voice guides you through the forest until you come across the beautiful presence of a fairy with big hazel eyes and black hair.

paring: Utahime x fem!reader

tags: +18, angst, injuries, Utahime is a fairy, reader is a human, scars, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut, oral sex (f), cuddles, nipple play

notes: How are we feeling with the jjk ending announcement? I’m honestly pretty sad ngl, I loved this series so much.

Jujutsu Kaisen materialist | ao3

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You had gone out hunting, it was a hot day, your clothes stuck to your skin as you walked through the path that led to the forest. Luckily there you would find food to take home and freshness.

As soon as you entered the forest you felt the shadow and the soft breeze that filtered through the trees, you let yourself be carried away by that breeze that almost seemed like a soft song that called you.

Your boots creaked against the floor and your gaze observed every corner of that place, while you were still following the melody that became more and more vivid with each step.

The sound of a river mixed with the melody that you assumed was the river that ran through that forest, it was then when yoi saw her. She was beautiful, almost unreal. Her black hair trailed down her back and across her breasts, subtly covering them. Two wings came out of her back, they were large and reflected the light in an almost blinding way. She hadn't been able to look at her face yet, but you knew it would be just as beautiful as her voice.

You moved your foot, looking for a better position for her, but a branch broke under your weight, causing the young fairy to panic and turn her head to look in your direction.

The fairy hazel eyes opened wildly, stepping down from the rock where she was sitting at and covering herself with her hands and long hair.

You studied her face, she was so beautiful, breathtaking. But you also noticed the scar crossing her face.

It didn't take you too long to connect the dots, her terrified look and her scar on her face could only mean one thing and that was that that fairy had encountered some humans, who had not been kind.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” You said.

But she didn’t trust your words and took a step back, getting near the other side of the river.

“Stay away.” She said from the distance.

You stood still, trying to convince her that you were not dangerous. “I promise I won’t hurt you.”

“All humans do is lie.” She said, holding her dress between her hands. “If you say you are not going to hurt me, then turn around.”

“I… okay.” You turned around looking at the forest and waited for her to say something. “I was just here looking for something to eat.” You started talking. “And I heard you singing, you have a beautiful voice.”

She didn’t respond and the minutes started to pass and finally you turned your head slightly, finding that you were left alone, that that beautiful fairy was gone.

You couldn’t blame her, if your suspicions were right the last thing she wanted was to be with a human. You sighed and you crouched down by the river to drink water in your canteen, the sun was shining brightly in the sky and you still had not gotten any animals to take home.

You turned and began to walk in search of some food, normally you had a good eye, you caught a prey right away but that day your mind seemed to be somewhere else. Your mind kept remembering the soft melody of that fairy. You had been left wanting to ask her name and find out more about her.

After a few minutes searching in the forest you managed to catch a small hare, it wasn't much, but at least you were going to be able to eat for a few days, ever since your older brother passed away, it was just you.

With the hare on your back, you prepared to leave the forest, the sun had gone down and it had become too late for your liking.

“Do you think they will pay us more if we bring her alive or death?” You heard not far away from him.

“Alive, but you idiot decided to shoot an arrow at her.” You heard another voice.

You moved stealthily through the bushes until he reached where two robust men were standing. They had their backs to you and were both equipped with a sword and bow and arrows.

“Well let’s hope she doesn’t bleed to death then.” The shorter of the two said under his breath.

And you frowned, looking with your eyes to see what they were talking about. Your heart turned upside down when you saw the fairy you met hours before on the floor and tied, while bleeding from one of her legs.

Your jaw and fists clenched and you began to see red. Taking a deep breath, you stepped out from where you had been watching both men.

“Hey!” Both of them turned to look at you. “What are you doing?”

Both men looked at each other and laughed. “Oh another pretty girl, don’t tell me, you are also a fairy? Should we sell you too?” The taller one laughed and you felt sick.

You drew the tallest man's sword, cutting off his hand that was still close to him. A sharp cry came from his throat and you fixed your gaze on the other man.

“You will pay for that bitch!” The other one shouted and he drew his sword to attack you, who easily dodged it and attacked him.

You stabbed the sword into his shoulder, enough to make him suffer but not enough to kill him. You didn't like that, killing people, but you knew that you had to hurt them enough so that they wouldn't return to that place and that they would lose all desire to do what they were doing.

“We will leave!” One of them shouted.

You looked at them. “You better do it and I hope I don’t see you ever again around here or anywhere.”

The tone you had used was abrupt and imposing. You could see in the looks of both of them that they were scared and that they would not come back. Like a scared dog with its tail between its legs, they both ran out of there.

The swore on your hand then felt heavy and you dropped it against the red-dyed grass. You quickly approached the fairy, who was pale and had beads of sweat falling down her face.

“Hey…” You whispered as softly as you could. “I will take you somewhere to treat you, okay?” She didn’t respond but you knew she was conscious. “Just stay awake a little bit more okay?”

Fortunately for you, she was smaller than you, so carrying her to your house wasn’t going to be a problem. At that moment you were grateful that your father had taught you swordsmanship and that you knew how to fight, despite being a girl. Otherwise you would probably be dead by now and her, well she would probably be sold on the magical beings market and would be taken to the highest bidder.

You shook those thoughts away from your head, trying not to think about the possibilities of what could have happened and focused your full attention on taking her safely to your house.

The sun was low in the sky when you reached the front door of your family house. Not letting her body go, you opened the door with your foot, making the sound of the old door cross the whole empty house.

Giving a quick glance to the fairy, making sure she was still breathing. Your body relaxed when you saw she was still alive. Tightening your grip on her waist, you moved through the house until you reached your room and carefully placed her on the bed. You sighed as you pulled away from her and looked at her, her face was wet and pale.

The piece of cloth you had tied around her leg to stop the bleeding was completely soaked. You needed to close the wound.

You left the room in a rush and started searching for a needle and thread. When you had what you needed you stood next to the bed and without wanting to hurt her you removed the cloth from her leg. With the greatest care and your clumsy skills you sewed the wound. You would take her to a healer, but you knew what it meant to expose a fairy, the risks that it entailed especially for her.

You let yourself fall when the wound was completely healed and sighed in relief. Now you just hoped that she would survive the night. With wet cloths you tried to lower her temperature.

The sun had set when you sat down on a chair next to the bed earlier, you would spend the night next to her to make sure nothing bad happened to her. The room was lit by the flickering candlelight and allowed you to see the beautiful face of that nameless fairy. Looking at her profile you fell asleep.

You didn’t wake up again until the rays of sun hit you right in the eyes. Squeezing your eyes shut and opening them gently, you looked around until you finally met the frightened gaze of the fairy, who was looking at you from the bed and covering her body with the sheet. Surprised, you stood up and approached the bed, but when you saw her gripping the sheet tighter, you stopped.

She was scared.

“It’s okay…” You said with the softest voice. “I’m not going to hurt you.” She didn’t respond. “My name is…” You told her your name, trying to gain a bit of trust from her.

She still didn’t move, and she looked at you with so much fear. You tried to breathe and think of something so you could get her to trust you.

“It’s your wound alright?” You asked her. “I’m not an expert healer, so I did what I could.”

She gently lifted the sheet and looked at her leg. When her hazel eyes met yours again, she nodded and you sighed in relief.

“That’s good…” You walked towards the door. “I will get breakfast for us, wait for me.” You smiled at her.

You walked out of the room and slapped your face, what was wrong with you? You had felt extremely nervous when he looked at you with those eyes.

“Ugh! I’m going crazy.” You muttered and walked to the kitchen.

When you returned to your room, with breakfast already prepared, you found the fairy sitting in front of the window, looking out over the green plain that stretched to the horizon.

“It’s a nice view right?” You said and she looked at you with surprise. “Oh… sorry…” Embarrassed, you walked to the bed. “I don’t know what you usually eat, so I brought different things…”

You said showing her the tray. She looked at you and then at the tray, she carefully got up from the chair where she was and approached you curiously. She didn't seem so scared anymore.

“Thank you…” She whispered and your heart skipped a bit when you heard her soft tone again.

“Oh…” Yourself started to warm up again and your heart beat faster.

“Utahime…” She said picking up a cherry.

“Huh?” You looked at her confused.

“My name is Utahime.” She smiled and you felt like melting under that smile.

“Oh…” You started to play with your hands. “That’s a really pretty name… does it mean something.”

She nodded as she licked her lips, her lips so red and… what the fuck were you thinking? “It means “song princess””

“Oh that’s… a beautiful name.” You said. “I mean you are pretty so it’s logical for you to have a pretty name.” You said without thinking much about it. “I… wait! Sorry… that’s…”

You heard her laugh and once again felt weak. “Thank you…” She whispered your name and you swore you could drop to your knees right there and gave her your whole soul and heart.

“Yeah…” You chuckled nervously. “Eat as much as you want.”

Utahime took more fruit and, closing her eyes, savored each of the pieces you had brought her. You watched her in silence, feeling how she had relaxed in your presence and how the hint of fear you had seen at the beginning was no longer there.

“You are not scared anymore?” You asked her hesitantly.

She shook her head. “No. Your aura is not scary or doesn’t hold any bad intentions behind, so I’m okay.”

“You can see people’s auras?” You said surprise.

She giggled and you looked away, she couldn’t be that beautiful. “We do.”

With your heart pounding in your chest, you followed her along as she ate the fruits and made small sounds of joy that warmed your heart. When you left the room, Utahime was quick to appear behind you, watching your movements.

Her presence alone illuminated your entire home, her translucent wings with a pink undertone, letting the sunlight through, forming beautiful patterns on the wooden floor.

The day passed quietly, you were able to discover more about Utahime. Apparently she lived in the forest with her family, since it was the safest place to escape from humans. But it wasn't always safe, as you had already been able to see. She also told you that the scar that crossed her face had been made when she was 14 years old, a fairy with some imperfection was worth less and in a desperate act Utahime did just that. Your blood boiled when the story came out of Utahime's mouth, how could such despicable beings exist.

“But it’s okay…” She touched your skin. “You saved me this time.”

You weren't aware of it, but you were starting to fall for that hazel-eyed fairy.

The days started to pass, weeks and before you could realize Utahime had been living with you for a month. She accompanied you to the market, with your dresses and a cloak that covered her wings, she helped you with your chores and told you stories. But something you had noticed or felt the sensation of, was that the home that had become cold and gray after the death of your parents had taken on a bright, warm, golden color.

And you knew why it was, Utahime started to lit up your life as soon as she gave you the first smile. Everything in you had changed with that smile and that look.

Your heart too because now was beating for someone.

Your name resonated on the room and you turned to look. “Look! I made this!” Utahime approached you with a smile, showing you the scarf she had knitted. “I made it for you.” She put it on you. “So you won’t be cold in the winter.”

Her hand rested on your chest and you wanted to stop breathing, for fear that Utahime would notice your racing heart. “Utahime…”

“Yes?” She looked at you.

“I…” What were you about to do? You surely lost your mind right? “I… I like you.”

You closed your eyes and took a step back, causing Utahime's hand to fall to her side. You were afraid to open your eyes, would he be looking at you with disgust? With fear? With contempt? Oh you were terrified of finding out, so you decided to be a coward and leave the house, leaving Utahime completely alone.

You walked away of the house, holding tightly to your old dress and trying to calm down your nerves.

You knew you had screwed up everything and that when you returned, Utahime would no longer be there. The house would be lonely, cold and grey again. Your life would be the same again, its warmth would disappear because you had decided to open your mouth.

The sun wasn’t in the sky anymore when you returned home. And it was dark, completely dark when you stepped inside. You swallowed the urge to cry and walked to the kitchen, where you lit a candle and walked to your room. Your eyes widened as you found Utahime's figure on the bed, a smile on her face.

“You came!” She said and walked towards you and took your hand to guide you to the bed. “I was really worried, you left.” She pouted.

“You…” You wanted to ask her so many things.

Why are you here? I thought you were going to leave. I fucked up.

But the words didn’t come out of your throat and you could only scan her face. Her eyes looked at you with a mix of concern and anticipation.

Utahime’s face was only lit up by the candle light but you could clearly see her. Her eyes, her nose and… her lips. Those lips you have been dying to taste, to savor and know if they tasted the way you imagined them.

“Do it…” She whispered and you locked your eyes with hers again. “I know you want to kiss me… I want it too.”

You swallowed and carefully connected your lips on a gentle kiss. Your trembling hand tangled in her long black hair and squeezing her head accentuated the kiss. She tasted like strawberries, blackberries, and cherries. God Utahime tasted so fucking good.

You pulled away from her when you both ran out of air and looked at each other, her cheeks were flushed and her lips were completely swollen from the kiss.

Utahime’s eyes darkened with desire. “More.” She said without hesitation.

You didn’t need her to tell you twice. You captured her lips again, but this time the kiss was anything but gentle. It was fervent, hungry. Your hands roamed over her body, feeling the heat of her skin through the fabric of her clothes, as hers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer, deeper into the kiss.

A soft moan escaped her lips as you gently bit her bottom lip, and the sound sent a shiver down your spine, causing the hairs on your body to stand on end. You pressed her back into the bed, your body pressed against hers, your hands exploring every inch of her they could reach.

Her hands were just as eager, sliding down your back and pulling you even closer until there was no space left between you. She arched into you, her body responding to your touch in ways that made your blood boil. The sweet taste of her lingered on your tongue, and you couldn’t get enough, couldn’t help but want more.

“God, you feel so good.” You murmured against her lips. You trailed kisses, from her jaw to her breasts. Every gasp, every shudder of pleasure that escaped her lips only fueled your need, pushing you to explore further.

She whispered your name, a plea that was barely coherent, and it sent a jolt of electricity through you. You responded by sliding your hands beneath her silk dress, feeling the heat of her bare skin against your palms. The soft gasp that followed was all the encouragement you needed. You pushed the fabric higher with both hands.

As your lips trailed down to the newly exposed skin, she tugged at your clothing, eager to feel more of you, to take you to the same hell that was consuming her. Your thumb caressed her underwear fabric and Utahime tightened her grip on your shoulders.

“Don’t stop.” She sighed.

You had no intention of stopping. You smirked and lowering yourself, took her underwear off. Scanning her face you started to eat her out. Her lips started sucking Utahime’s clit as your free hand, who was not playing with her nipple, started going in and out of her pretty pussy.

Utahime’s back arched herself, seeking your pleasure and your warmth. Her lust was invading you and you just let yourself go, savoring her, enjoying her burning heat and her intimacy.

Her lips could only repeat your name and that only made you want to devour her more. Consume her. Your heart was pounding strongly in your chest and your movements were firm and with a clear intention, to make her yours.

Her legs rose and her body began to shake, a symbol that her orgasm was about to explode. Closing your eyes, you concentrated on her coming, on her enjoying herself and on being able to touch the sky with her fingers.

“Oh…” She mumbled as her hands placed over your head.

You keep on sucking until her loud scream and cum indicated you that she has reached her climax. You smiled separating yourself from her pussy and licked your lips while looking at her messy figure.

“You should sleep…” You laid down next to her.

“But what about you?” She whispered, still shaky.

“It’s okay…”

You wanted to say that maybe in another time she could be the one to start and that you could have more fun, but you were still unsure where your relationship was. You confessed your feelings but she… she didn’t and now, you shared a moment of intimacy like that.

“Well… next time let me make you feel good too.” She laid over her chest and her beautiful wings shined in the night.

“You… you want more?” You murmured.

She nodded and locked your fingers together. “I do… I… I love you too.” She smiled and your world stopped moving. “You okay?” She tilted her head.

“Yeah! Yeah.” You smiled and touched her cheek. “I love you too, my song princess.” She giggled and kissed your lips. “Could you sing me the song that you were singing that day? When we met.”

“Sure…” She started to hum the familiar song.

The song that guided you across that forest till where she was, your beautiful fairy.

“What is about?” You whispered as you played with her black hair.

“About finding your destined one.” She smiled and you smiled back.

You truly felt like you had found your destined person, all because you followed her beautiful voice into that forest.

[porkcutletbowl44]

I had to stop in the middle of the chapter BECAUSE HOW CAN THIS ASSHOLE ASK FOR ANOTHER BABY

OMG I HATE SIMON SO MUCH IN THIS STORY I WANT TO RIP HIM INTO SHREDS

OMFG AND ALL THE CUTE SHIT I-

I'm so mad. So mad at this man you have no idea. I think, my mind would have shattered into pieces the moment he asked for the divorce. I know our bby girl is hanging on for Fawn but holy shit.

God, I don't know if I would have ever gotten over of what had happened. Reader Chan is so much stronger than I am haha

I still don't understand Simon. Why did he threw everything away? Life was perfect with us, he wanted another kid I-

This Angst is unreal. Poor kegi has some big shoes to fill. I just hope she realizes how much the boys wants us. She is a little dense about that ngl

Ahh sorry for the rant again but you said you like it. So ig it's alright 🤭

Song recommendation: just pretend by bad omens ✨️

First right off the bat YOU HAVE MY HEART FOR THAT SONG RECC CAUSE IM SO USING IT😆😆 UGHHHH BAD OMENS YESSSS👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

All will be revealed 🤭 (at one point) AND HOW DARE HE FRRR, like sir, do you know what you did in the future??? Smh 😞

Mama is just a lil delulu abt Keegan's feelings she just silly don't mind her 🤣

[blackandwhitemotley]

Top 10 best RotE covers

So my Top 10 worst RotE covers has been making the rounds again, and it reminded me that I had started a list of my 10 favourite covers. NGL it was much harder to find 10 covers I liked than it had been to find 10 really bad ones, but there are still some gems out there 💖

10. Assassin's Apprentice (Brazilian Portuguese)

This is where you can clearly see that I don't have much to work with in terms of good covers for this series. Do I love this? No. Is it generic-looking? Yes, but the stag and font look badass and the result is effective

9. Assassin's Quest (Turkish)

Nice and graphic, I really like the tile effect and this red is very striking.

8. Mad Ship (Romanian)

I'm not sure if the figurehead is supposed to be Paragon or Kendry, but they did take a risk and the result looks cool and very different from every other cover out there.

7. Royal Assassin (Polish)

What I really like about this one is that instead of looking badass and in charge like in most covers, this Fitz looks sad and lost, so the artist got that right. And the cloak that morphs into a trail of blood is 👌👌

6. Fool's Assassin (French)

Bee actually looks her age and there's a heartbreaking contrast between this small and lonely child and the pyre burning next to her. Very good one!

5. Ship of Magic (French)

Althea reaching out to a gorgeous and very dramatic-looking Vivicia with a mysterious atmosphere around them, yessss! Really cool and memorable

4. Fool's Errand (UK)

A classic, and this spot is for John Howe's covers in general. I don't love them all but there's a very unique and ethereal feel to his art, his use of colours is wonderful and there are always a lot of details to look at.

3. Fool's Errand (Japanese)

The Japanese editions for Tawny Man look unreal and it was extremely difficult to pick just one so again, this spot is for the whole set. So, so beautiful and imaginative!

2. City of Dragons (Czech)

I fell in love with this style as soon as I saw it. It looks absolutely fantastic, damn, look at this Alise and the stone statue behind her!! I love that all the covers from this edition of RWC focus on a different character instead of just showing random dragons. The artist has obviously read the books and it shows.

1. Fool's Quest (UK)

I am not just saying that because this is the edition I own, but Jackie Morris is the queen of RotE covers for me. I have nothing bad to say about her covers, they look stunning and they work extremely well as a set.

[raising-harmony]

My name is Ghetsis. This blog is merely for documentation purposes, following the upbringing of Team Plasma's future; N, Anthea, and Concordia.

You may ask questions if you must. I suppose it wouldn't hurt.

While you're here, however, might you consider what Team Plasma has to say regarding people and pokémon?

(hiiii it's me. couldn't resist making another account I'm sorry everyone

this is a sorta "what if ghetsis wasn't an awful dad" au. he's still kind of an asshole just in general but he's not gonna mistreat his kids, dw! he may talk coldly of his kids for a bit but i plan to have him soften up over time.

despite this, ghetsis is still a flawed character who may do dubious if not outright wrong actions, and will have questionable takes. i'd still call him a somewhat bad person with bad intentions involving team plasma, but improving and changing. whenever ghetsis says or does something callous, or ignorant, it does not reflect my own views at all!!

this is mostly just an excuse for me to draw more small N and his sisters ngl 💀💀💀 but hope you enjoy!)

(general unreality warning)

(magic anons are off! sorry. may change in the future though

pelipper mail and in-universe anon hate are welcome, just don't be a creep thats all i ask lol)

(if you wish to start an rp thread or plot, feel free to DM me so we can discuss it)

(follows/likes from @coldslaws , and for behind the scenes on my rotomblrs, check out @coldslaws-gear-station ! I also have @natural-harmonia-posting if you want more N, but that isn't a part of this universe)

(please note that i answer asks out of order, usually by order of how relevant they are to what ghetsis is currently talking about. asks i choose to draw for also take longer than text asks!)

( tags if you wanna look at stuff;

Truth - answered asks

Ideals - art

Harmonious Weapon - posts about N

Of Peace - posts about Concordia

Of Love - posts about Anthea

The Future - posts about all 3 of the kids

The False Dragon - posts pertaining to the Zweilous arc. if you want to avoid themes involving pokémon mistreatment and grievous human injury, please filter this tag!)

(thank you!)

[thisnameisnotspokenfor]

🌵🐝

🌵I don't really have a playlist mostly because I just use whatever youtube throws at me- and youtube doesn't let you save those playlists- but I do like listening to this music:

((Adam Young is Owl City- who also wrote music for Paint the Night Parade- which is another track I like to listen to whenever writing:

🐝- ((I tage people for this one, right?)) *grabs a chair and reading glasses for this* Let me just start off by saying that I appreciate you all for reading/sticking with me through these ahhh- *looks at Asha/Cepheus* strange times I guess! It's crazy to see people reading this story because ngl- when I originally made it, I was super scared because I feel like my Asha is kinda mean and a lot of it strays from being in the original Wish territory. But it's super encouraging to hear from you guys!

((I was SHOOK reading my first comment lol))

I'm sorry if I miss anybody! These are just a few I can think off the top of my head! (I just woke up and I'm not feeling too good.)

@aquamiun - I think you are a fantastic theorist- and I enjoy your theories/questions! You're super funny ((Ceph still hasn't forgotten the things you said about him tho))

@firstdove15 - I appreciate your commentary and perspective on things- especially when you pick up on Cepheus's *ahem* non-human way of thinking! ((You've inspired Asha to werk while suffering- so thank you for that!))

@tiredmiddlechild and @pinkshgumis and @millspyxis are fantastic artists- seeing your illustrations is so unreal to me?! The attention to detail/expressions/colors and everything is so amazing?! Your art gives me strength to drive Asha insane! ((I have more angst I'm waiting to unleash on @millspyxis ))

@guineapigwitch your asha among us powerpoint/slides was amazing- I can't stop laughing at how in character it was! (You also probably predicted how Nachos/Cepheus’s relationship is going to go down in the future)

@musa-style your theories are also amazing ((have you guys seen the pie charts/graphs?!)) I appreciate your comments and your little conspiracy club lol. Also RESPECT TO A FELLOW ATLANTIS LOVER!!!

@bi-pisces07 : lol you are very bad for enabling Ceph's murderous tendencies- but you are definitely one of my funniest readers/followers!

@squiggledude no joke- I feel like you've been with me for the longest (or one of the longest) and I appreciate reading your comments with every chapter (you're super encouraging!)

@iprincezzinuyoukai I appreciate reading your comments as well! You're pretty perceptive when it comes to spotting little things in the lore- that I usually try to hide. ((We'll see how well some of your comments age))

@rylxdreams I had a super good laugh when I read your comment on the noble girls ((yeah they do need water or something-))and the library chapter! ((Funny story- I rewrote that chapter like 3 times- it was KILLING me))

I once again apologize for anyone I missed (I’ll come back and update this if I missed anyone). But I do appreciate you all reading the story on AO3 and here on tumblr! (Especially all my A03 readers who don’t have a tumblr account or I may have not fond you on tumblr!)

You all are amazing! You also are in trouble! (But don’t mind that part! We’ll cross that bridge when we reach it 😌)

[vesora]

hi sora, i hope you’re doing well! So yeah i’m coming from loa to ND. i totally get that you don’t have to remind yourself you’ve so and so desire BC you already are what you want to be. tbh i’ve been in that mindset for two days or so and then when after a month, i just get really swayed by others. Like rn i wanna assume i already graduated uni, but i still have a huge research project due which i didn’t start 💀. i’m lowkey dying ngl, SO HOW DO I APPROACH this situation? do i actually do the research project or just know that i already graduated w honors and i’ve everything i want?

idk if i made any sense, but i hope you can help me out!

thank you so much

honestly you not starting this project will just give you greater anxiety and put pressure on what is a calm serene process

start the project but just know that you've already graduated with honours. leave the world alone, let the character do what it must do. and change your 'inner activity'. the world is an illusion perpetrated by your authority but as long as you identify with that which is unreal, you will feel anxious and scared, thinking you must do something to change the world.