#stuck between leaving it like this or adding details on top

[flyolai-brainrot]

trying out new things art wise

[azulhood]

It all started because of a school project, technically two projects, while it wasn't a world ending threat they set of a change reaction that lead to startling discoveries.

Mr Lancer had given the class the task of looking through their pasts and finding an life changing event that helped shape them into the person that were today and writing about that event.

It was a ten page essay (they were allowed to go over that limit) the more details the better and if you had something from that event to show (such as photos or keepsakes or really anything) you were awarded extra credit.

Danny's choice of event was the school field trip to a nearby museum he went on when he was seven, the space exhibit they had was what sparked his love for the stars and kick-started his dreams of being an astronaut.

It wasn't like he had any other choice (he doubted mister Lancer would accept 'my death' as a good life changing event)

He knew that he had photos of the field trip somewhere with all the other photos taken throughout his life, he just had to find them.

And after digging through thousands of boxes and piles of discarded inventions he handled with care (in case they blew up) he found them tucked inside an old photo album covered in green stains that sat on top of a bookshelf.

Opening the book caused all the pictures to fall into his lap, it seems like his parents didn't get around to actually adding them to the book, Danny resigned himself to spending the rest of his day shifting through old photos.

It wasn't all bad though, he found pictures of when Sam still had blonde hair and wore pink and of that time Tucker wrote an 'I love you' on his parents cars with their keys and many other embarrassing photos.

A treasure trove of blackmail material.

He finally found the picture he was looking for.

All of the kids who are now students of Casper high stood in front of an old building each proudly holding up something they bought in the gift shop (Danny had bought a book on planets that had long ago fallen apart)

It was a normal photo.

And yet, something seemed off.

Sam and Tucker were there with him in between them, Dash was there too.

Along with Kwan, Mikey, Paulina, Valerie, and all the others.

And yet, something was missing.

Then it hit him.

Wes wasn't there.

Danny could've sworn that he had been on that trip, but the more he thought about it the less he was sure.

He couldn't actually remember Wes being there and Danny remembered nearly everything about that trip.

'Maybe he was sick or something?' It was the most logical thing he could think of to explain the other absence, that and his parents not wanting him to go for some reason.

Mystery solved he pushed it to the back of his mind , he had an essay to finish.

Still, it stuck with him.

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The next school project Lencer gave them was one with assigned partners.

Danny got Wes who, despite not being Sam or Tucker, was leagues better then Dash and he'd take that as a win.

Wes had insisted on studying at his house so he could, and Danny quotes "Keep an eye on you Fenton"

Danny could practically feel the hidden cameras burning a hole into him while he stood in front of the Weston's door, waiting for him to go ghost for whatever reason.

Jokes on him though, Danny asked all the ghosts to leave him along for this month with the promise of giving them a head start the next time they caused trouble, so really Wes was just wasting his time.

"This way." Wes said already heading inside without caring if Danny followed.

Being the first time he had ever been in Wes's home Danny looked at everything and anything.

It was a fairly normal home, not like Danny's which had an anti-ghost defense system or Sam's super rich house.

But more like Tuckers

One of the things that drew his attention was the pictures that lined the walls.

There were so many.

Some with Wes and his mom, some with just him, some with just his mom, and some with people Danny didn't recognise.

But there were no baby photos.

The only pictures Danny could find of a young Wes seemed to be from when he was eight? Nine?

And nothing before.

'Maybe they were put away in storage' Danny guessed, but it still made his brain itch.

He remembered looking at old school photos and not finding any sign of a young Wes at all, he didn't even remember Wes coming to school any time before the year Danny turned eight.

And in a small town where everyone knew everyone that really wasn't possible.

'Maybe they moved here and lost a lot of stuff' Which would explain a lot, well no harm in asking. "Did you loss a lot when you moved here?"

Wes stopped walking and turned around to give him a look that asked if he was insane. "I've lived here my whole life, Fenton."

Danny froze, that couldn't be right, he'd remember that.

Something was wrong.

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Tim Drake sat in front of the bat computer as the rest of his family patrolled.

He had one monitor displaying the other bats locations while all the other monitors were used to show him files, or rather the lack there of.

Wayne Enterprises had tournaments held for schools and the prize was an all express paid trip to Gotham and tour of WE and surrounding areas, Tim could think of way better prizes that weren't visiting the crime capital of the world but that wasn't the point.

What was the point was that every time there was a winner Tim preformed a routine background check on students and staff (and by routine he means learn their whole live story) just in case anyone happened to be trained assassins set to kill one of them, stranger things have happened.

Wes Weston was one such student whose background Tim had to check.

And he found nothing.

Sure, there were hospital and school documents from age eight and upwards, but other then that nothing.

There was no birth certificate, no evidence of him attending daycare, nothing.

It was as if Wes did not exist before he was eight years old.

And perhaps the most interesting thing.

Amy Weston was listed as Wes's biological mother, DNA even said as much, and yet Amy's medical file said that she had never been pregnant and also had no siblings that could've been Wes's parent.

And yet Wes existed, appearing one day as if he had always been there.

Was it cloning? Aliens? Magic? A changeling? Someone creating false information to hide the truth?

It was a mystery, and mysteries had always been Tim's Kryptonite.

[deadhands69]

Something More [than each other]

Katsuki Bakugo x gn reader

MDNI

Setting: fuckboy!Bakugo, mid-time skip, Senior Year of College. Reader did not attend UA high, just joined for university. Enemies to lovers (with a lot in between.)

Warnings, etc: smut, angst!!!, light violence/injuries, drinking/intoxication, vomiting, swearing.

[sorry, you’re a mess in this one - i'll make it up in the next one, i promise!]

part 1  -  part 2  -  part 3  -  part 4 -  part 5  -  part 6  -  this is part 7 - part 8

“[y/n]”

“[y/n]”

“[y/n]”

Your name in his voice haunted your dreams and followed you through the day well after you’d woken-up. Such a small thing to mean so much. Maybe you’re overthinking it, you have to be. People say things they don't mean to during sex all the time. Especially when they've had a bit to drink.

It's not like that though, this is different.

Katsuki Bakugo had never used your real name before, opting to call you ‘Backfire’ based on your quirk or some other rude nickname he came up with on the spot. If he hadn't added it to the top of a project the two of you submitted together, you could have assumed he didn't even know your full name. Even after sleeping with him for a month you still weren’t on a first name basis.

That is, until last night.

The memory is etched into your mind. Living rent free, playing on repeat.

“[y/n],” he moaned in your ear moments before whimpering into your neck as he finished. His face lingered on your shoulder, soft lips grazing your skin while he panted to catch his breath. Typically, he moved quickly. One of you being out the door of the other's room within five minutes. Last night he took his time, arms wrapped around you even after you'd both recovered. Eventually, he kissed the back of your neck, cleaned himself up a bit, and left - forgetting his hoodie on your bed.

(Like someone who is normal and totally not obsessed,) you've picked apart every detail of the night for signs of meaning. It all comes back to your name. Over and over and over again.

Nothing else exists. 

Of course, you want to ask someone for advice but you haven't told anyone yet. When you tried to, it felt too personal. Also, with your friends reminiscing about their cute dates it felt weird asking them to decipher the significance of your friend with benefit’s moans. A friend they'd known since high school. Too awkward. 

You couldn't even talk to Bakugo for a reaction, because he left this morning. His part time side-kick job requires him to travel sometimes. He'll be in another country the whole week and you don't think he even has cell service. It's just you now. You, here alone in your room with his voice stuck in your head. 

You want to text him every time you're thinking of him, but don't want him to be overwhelmed when his flight lands and the messages come flooding in. 

This is a totally normal way to feel about a friend you tell yourself while laying face down, clutching his sweatshirt in the bed he fucked you in last night. 

A week later, and you still can't get him out of your head. Your closest friends have been keeping an eye on you more than usual, although they don't know the whole story. Being the only people (as far as you know) who know about your "situation" with him, they both assume you're distant this week because of his absence.

If only they knew.

In any case, Jiro and Mina are heading to a party tonight and you decide to tag along. It'll be good to get out for a bit. Quickly throwing on something cute, you don't make too much of an effort because Bakugo only just returned so he's likely jet lagged and going to bed early. You saw him out your window a bit earlier, looking tired and pretty roughed up. Tomorrow you'll reach out. For now, let him rest for the night. He needs it.

In the lobby, you meet up with your friends before leaving. Kiri texted Mina that Bakugo would be there as well. Your heart jumps more than you'd like to admit at that. The three of you almost wait for them but Kaminari wants to make a beer stop on the way so you agree you'll see them all there shortly. Everyone seems to be preparing to go harder than most nights.

There will be no crazy partying for you though.

Professor Aizawa was nice enough to offer to train with you in the morning, making space in his busy schedule. You’ve been struggling with expanding the reach of your quirk and mentioned it to him in passing. Much to your surprise, he’d offered to help. In spite of what Katsuki Bakugo believes, you absolutely do not have a crush on your teacher but he’s been your favorite hero since you were a little kid and you can’t pass the opportunity.

Speaking of Bakugo, you see Sero and Kaminari. Where is he?

This house is massive. You begin wandering around the party in search of a tall blonde, he should stand out. The living room is dimly lit but you finally spot his messy hair. And he's-

Suddenly, you wish you hadn't seen him. In a dark corner, he's letting himself be pressed into the wall by a random girl you'd never seen before. His hand on her shoulder, staring down into her eyes making that awful lovesick face.

Fuck.  

Being stabbed in the heart might have felt better. You stumble out the door of the house, the contents of your stomach begging to escape. A quick visit to the bushes gains the attention of a very worried Jiro, but you're determined to get out of there. You can explain it to her later (considering how hesitant she still is of your situation, she'll completely understand.)

Carelessly, you slam straight into Shinso. His purple gaze looking you over to make sure you’re okay. There’s some unspoken communication between him and your friend before he decides to get you home safely. You know you’re completely sober but by the way you’re behaving, eyes glazed over and stumbling, no one else does. Nor would they believe it if you pressed the issue. You don’t fuss about it, simply following him on autopilot.

You’re not here though, your brain is a million miles away being forcefully wrenched from some universe where you and Bakugo had any chance together.

He’s not yours, you know that.

He’s not anyone’s. He doesn’t do that sort of thing.

You know it was just physical. Just for fun.

You know it shouldn’t be a big deal.

You know. 

You know. 

You know.

Then why does this hurt so bad?

Shinso grabs your wrist, helping you narrowly avoid tripping over a curb. Still, you can’t be bothered to pay attention to your surroundings.

Your heart hurts. You just want to be home in bed, but even that doesn't sound comfortable. Nothing and nowhere will make you feel better. And what's worse, you let this happen. You shouldn't have spent the last week daydreaming about someone you should have known doesn't care about you like that.

You told him you wanted more fun in your life and, feeling guilty, he gave you that. What was it he said at the beginning of the term, that you needed to get laid but no one pitied you enough to? Then he had reason to feel bad and proceeded to sleep with you. Maybe you should have listened to him when he told you who he was. Let's face it: you chose the wrong person to care for.

The boy with his hand around your arm is so fucking nice, why can’t you just like him?

Or anyone else? Or better yet, no one?

Before you know it, you’re sobbing. Concern creeps over the violet haired boy’s face, having been prepared to keep you safe physically, not knowing to expect this. He brings his face level with yours and asks if you’re okay. You don’t respond.

Because you’re not okay. 

You want your life to go back to when you were happy just being alone. Before you knew what it was like to be close to Katsuki Bakugo. Before you let him get too close.

[sorry this one is so short! it made the most sense to end this part here. i won't leave you hanging too long though - part 8 will be up very soon. it's the final part, switching between Bakugo’s perspective and yours]

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[angels-fantasy]

Top Secret Fiction Ch. 2

First Date Jitters

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Description: After meeting the one and only pro hero Dynamight on a dating app, you two begin to see each other. Because of the dangers that come with his hero work, you both promise to be completely honest with each other from the beginning; though you can't help but keep one big secret from him.

You write fan fiction, mostly about him.

Chapter Details: theres a date ;) fluff, a little bit of anxiety/self consciousness on readers part. also reader has a quirk that allows them to talk to plants! it's talked about more in the next chapter

Word Count: 1.1k

previous chapter

It was now Saturday, the day of your date with Bakugou - which he told you to call him. He said Dynamight was too professional.

Since he had asked you out, the two of you had talked to each other everyday leading up to today. Sometimes even sending voice memos and photos to each other, which was nice. It was reassuring knowing it was actually him on the other side of the phone and not some random person playing a prank on you.

Currently you were getting ready for the date. He still didn't tell you where he was taking you, but he told you to dress nicely, but not over the top.

Whatever that meant.

As you added the finishing touches to your look, you smoothed down your clothing and looked yourself over in the mirror.

"I think this is okay...right?" You asked yourself.

"Mrow"

You looked at your feet and saw Cheerios standing in between them, looking up at you.

"Oh hey Cheerios!" You said and squatted down to his level, "You admiring me or what? Do I look okay?"

"Mroooww"

You giggled and lightly gripped his tail as he walked away, letting it run through your hand, "Thanks for your help."

Grabbing your phone, you looked at the time and saw that it was almost 5:30 pm, so you decided to wait in the living room until Bakugou told you he was here.

As you sat on the couch you couldn't help but bounce your leg nervously. You weren't so nervous about him being a catfish anymore, right now you were worried about how you looked.

Would he like what he sees? Would you be good enough for him? Oh god what if you get food stuck in your teeth or something. Would he even tell you?!

You didn't know how much time passed while you were wallowing in anxiety, but your phone ringing broke you out of it.

Looking at the caller ID, you saw it was Bakugou.

"Already?!" You cried, quickly composing yourself and answering the phone.

"Hi Bakugou! Are you here already?" You asked in a fake cheery tone.

"Yeah. Your place is the one with the big flower pots outside right?"

"Yep. I'll be out there right now, let me put my shoes on."

"'Kay. Bye."

"Bye!"

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding and hastily put your shoes on, making sure to grab your keys.

While leaving you made sure to say bye to Cheerios, who only glanced at you from his spot on top of the couch, and to your plants who also said goodbye.

As soon as you stepped outside you locked your door and turned around to see an all black Camaro, which was probably the latest model. The windows were tinted, so you couldn't really see through them.

You walked towards the car nervously and opened the passenger door, seeing Bakugou in the drivers seat.

"Hi Bakugou, thank you for picking me up." You said as you got into the car.

Seeing him in person was much different than seeing him on TV or in photos. He didn't look bad at all, if anything he looked better. His eyes seemed to be an even brighter red in person.

He shook his head lightly, "'S no problem. You uh, you look really nice." He said quietly.

You smiled. "Thank you. I was worried I didn't dress the part, especially since you didn't tell me where we're going." You said teasingly.

He clicked his tongue and began driving. "I already told ya, it's a secret."

Laughing lightly at his words, you looked him over and his outfit. He had on a black cotton t-shirt tucked into a pair of black dress pants and a belt with a silver buckle. He was also wearing a silver chain and a very expensive looking watch to match.

Now looking at his face, you noticed that his ears were pierced. On his lobes he had diamond earrings, and a little higher up he had a helix piercing.

Cute.

"See something ya like or what?" He asked with a smirk.

Your face went hot, "Uh-sorry. I was just looking at your piercings."

He brought a hand up to his ear, fiddling with the earring. "Huh. I forgot that not everybody knows I have these. I replace them with clear piercings when I'm working."

"How long have you had them?" You asked.

"Since my third year of high school, I think. It's been a while."

The two of you continued to make small talk on the way to...wherever you were going. You were glad that he wasn't hard to talk to, considering the fact that first dates are always a little awkward.

When you finally arrived at your destination, you were expecting to see a restaurant, not a large open field of flowers with some patches of grass.

"Hey Bakugou, where are we?" You asked while looking out at the field.

"It's a flower field. You said you like them, right?" He asked as he began getting out of the car.

"Yeah, I do." You said and followed his actions. "You do realize how suspicious this is right? You're not gonna murder me or something are you?"

He smiled at you as he opened the trunk, "Nah, not until the fifth date." he said jokingly.

You laughed and watched as he lifted a large picnic basket with a folded blanket on top, out of his trunk.

"Do you need help carrying that?" You asked.

"No, just shut the trunk for me will ya?"

You did as he said and followed him into the flower field. He led you to a plain patch of grass near some flowers and began to lay out the blanket.

"A picnic date huh? I didn't peg you as the type."

"I wasn't gonna take you out somewhere with shitty food and shitty people." He sneered and motioned to the spot next to him on the blanket, telling you to sit down.

You sat down and asked, "So if the food you brought isn't shitty, where is it from?"

"I made it all." He said as you two unpacked all of the food. Now on the blanket, there were two bento boxes filled with tonkatsu, tamagoyaki, chicken karaage, and some vegetables.

There was another small box filled with onigiri. Bakugou continued unpacking the basket, handing you a bottle of water.

"Here. If you want something else to drink, I brought some sodas too. I wasn't sure what you'd want..." He trailed off, ears tinted red.

You smiled widely at him. "This is fine. Thank you Bakugou, this is really sweet and the food looks really good!"

The red on ears brightened even more, "Thanks. Just make sure to grab the green bento for yourself. The other one is spicier, since it's mine."

You hummed and grabbed the green bento box.

The date seemed to be going well so far, and you could only hope it'd stay that way.

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next chapter

authors note

i hope you liked this chapter ! idk why but i think bakugou would be the type to take you on a picnic date, i hope you agree! also sorry for the little cliff hanger tee hee. i'm probably gonna post the next chapter in a day or two so you don't have to wait too long!

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[kingofpopmj]

This Passion Burns Inside Of Me

Summary: As Michael performs, all he can think about is your eyes on him.

Pairing: Michael Jackson x Reader

Warnings: SMUT

Requested: yes

*Michael’s POV*

“I’m ready!” Y/N beamed, strutting out into the living room of our hotel suite. She posed in front of the me, holding her purse against her hip, little did she know I had already been watching her every move.

I’m completely enamored with everything about her. The way she curled her hair, concentrating with the tip of her tongue between her lips. The way she bent over the counter, puckering her lips in the mirror as she applied lipstick. The way she tilted her head to the side, closing her eyes as she sprayed her perfume.

I stood up, my eyes roaming her body, I hadn’t blinked in at least five minutes. I needed to take in every detail of the sight before me. My girl. A shimmering white shirt, hugging her figure just right, the fabric looked so soft against her skin, I’d give anything to be that close to her. It was tucked into tight leather pants, accentuating her lovely curves, dangly chain belts hanging from her waist. This woman could make a fashion statement wearing a potato sack. I watched closely while she adjusted the straps of her black heels, oh, I am a sucker for those too. They made her legs look so long and added that extra pop to her walk. Wow.

She looked phenomenal.

She’d look even better when I rip it all off of her.

“Is this okay? Do I look good enough to be seen near you Mr. Jackson?”

“You look perfect. You know we actually have a few minutes to spare before we need leave.”

“We do?”

“Yes, and lucky for you, I have some worth while ideas for us to pass the time.” I responded, playing with the collar of her shirt.

“Oh, really?”

“Mhmm.” The moment our lips touched, I knew I’d be late for the show, but it was so worth it. The scent of her perfume made my heart race. Her touch sent jolts of energy through my body. She made me feel so alive.

“Michael!” A muffled voice and loud footsteps interrupted us. I rolled my eyes, pulling Y/N into a closet with me.

“Wh—” I quickly covered her mouth with my hand and using my other to hold her closer to my body than necessary.

“Michael!” The voice was moving closer, it was then I recognized it as Frank. He hates when I’m late and even more so when I hide from him. “Dammit! Michael we have ten minutes to get—” the closet door flew open, revealing my very angry manager.

“Hey Frank, how are you?” Y/N smiled, trying to break the awkwardness. “Beautiful weather we’re having, don’t you think?”

“You dear, are a bad influence.” He stated simply, turning to walk away. “We have to go kids, you can play footsie later.” He let out a deep chuckle, waving his hand in the air to get us to follow him.

“You always get me in trouble.” She stuck her tongue out at me, before walking out and leaving me alone in the small space.

“Wait. Come back!” I whined.

“Let’s go.” She held her hand out to me, which I took quickly, like a lovesick little puppy. I was completely and utterly at her mercy. “I promise we will finish what we started later.” She kissed me tenderly, the taste of her sweet lips leaving a tingling feeling on my lips. “When we have all the time in the world.”

The drive to the venue felt like a personal attack. She’s sitting next to me, but I wanted her on me. I glanced down at her legs, fighting the urge to slide my hand up her thigh. She has to know how much she’s torturing me right now.

This was going to be the longest night of my life.

I hadn’t even been on stage for five minutes before the yearning reached new heights.

I couldn’t help but notice how her hips moved along with the music. Everything about her was so damn distracting, so damn alluring. The way her top hung low enough to accentuate the curve of her beautiful chest. I wanted nothing more than to bury my face right in between her perfect breasts.

I missed a few steps and forgot a few lyrics just knowing she was a few feet away from me. The thought of her dancing to the sound of my voice made me feel like I could bust any second. I needed off this stage and in her. I needed to be inside of her more than I needed air.

She smiled brightly when I glanced over at her, if she only knew I was imagining all the possible ways I could ravage her.

I needed to feel her perfect skin against mine.

My eyes found hers again as I signaled for the band to take over. I ignored the confused looks as I scurried off to the side of the stage, grabbing her wrist and dragging her along with me.

“Michael! What are you doing?” She asked loudly, securing a hold on my arm with her other hand. “You’re really squeezing my hand!”

“Here.” I gestured with my head, taking her into a tiny secluded corner backstage. I dove into her lips, sliding my hands down, gripping her ass with all my strength. My grip was tighter than the fabric around my growing erection.

“Michael.” The sound of her voice filling my ears as the taste of her faded from my tongue. “Babe. You left in the middle of a song. What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“I need you.” I begged, my voice vibrating along her skin while I sucked on her neck. “Right here. Right now.” I murmured, unbuckling my belt and dropping pants. I’ve never moved so fast in my life.

“Michael, someone could catch us.” She rested her palms on my chest. “When I said we’d finish what we started later, this is not what I meant.”

“Well, then, we will have to be quick.” Ignoring her last statement and the way she emphasized the word later. I lifted her up, laying her down on top of a large amp before she could respond. I was quick to unbutton her bottoms, ripping them off her legs.

“Michael—”

“I’ve been dying to taste you since I watched you get ready for tonight.” I buried my face in between her legs, the sweetness of her essence, causing my eyes to roll back as I was flooded with pleasure. “You have the prettiest pussy.”

“Oh. My. God.” She propped herself up on her elbows, watching my every move with lust filled eyes. “Shit! Right there!” The bass from the amp, sending continuous waves through our bodies, the need for each other matching the intense frequency of the music. “Michael!” I felt her fingers snake through my hair, her soft moans telling me everything I need to know as I sucked harder on her clit.

The sound of footsteps traveling up and down the hallway, heightened our senses. I knew they were looking for me, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. The way her body shivered under my touch, her sweet voice whimpering for me, every part of her was perfect.

“Let them know baby.” I urged her to scream my name, knowing how much she was struggling to keep quiet.

“They’ll hear us. Oh—” I pulled away and looked deep into her eyes. She looked flustered as I slowly moved my fingers across her thigh. “Where are you going?” She pouted.

“Baby, you gotta let them know.” I began leaving a trail of gentle kisses in her inner thighs. “Let them know how good I’m making you feel.”

“Michael, I don’t want them to find us.” She whispered nervously, I halted my movements again.

“Well, I guess we can just stop and head back out there.”

“Michael!” She said loudly, sitting up quickly and gripping my collar. “If you leave me here after you got me all worked up, I swear—” I kissed her roughly, stopping her attempt to intimidate me.

“We won’t get caught.” I said against her lips, my fingers roamed her body, finding my way deep within the most precious part of her. My fingers dancing in a circular motion, her walls were pulsating as my thumb rubbed in her clit.

“Oh. My. Michael!” Her head fell back, chest rapidly moving up and down. “That feels so— Michael! Oh!” She bit her lip, droplets of sweat forming on her forehead while she struggled to catch her breath. I was loving it.

“You look so hot right now.” She looked at me, her eyes darkened before she hopped off the amp, wrapping her legs around me. I stumbled, my back colliding with equipment cases, carefully I sat on one and guided her to sit on my lap. She didn’t waste anytime lifting herself up, I could feel her warm folds massaging my tip.

“Babe, you—” she pushed her hips into me, the smooth skin of her ass laid against my thighs and she held my gaze. My cock was enveloped with her warmth. I shut my eyes, focusing on the sensation of her body on top on mine, the sweetness of being buried deep inside of her. Oh, she feels so good.

“Now, let’s hear you.” Her soft voice sounded into my ear, her thrusting was painfully slow, but so good, so lovely to watch. “Let them know baby.” She repeated my words to me. A devilish smile spreading across her face.

She tugged at the zipper of my silver long sleeve, her eyes roamed my chest as she squeezed at my bare shoulders. She wet her lips with her tongue. I watched her intently, her eyes focused on me, looking at me through her long eyelashes. Oh, shit. This woman is going to be the end of me. Closing the space between us, she kissed me, her lips moved so tenderly against mine. The strength of her tongue was mesmerizing, I could feel her affect on me all throughout my body.

“Y/N—” I replied lowly, too high off of watching her ride me.

“No. No. No.” She stopped her hips, holding herself close enough, keeping only the tip of my dick inside of her. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

“Please.” I squeezed her hips, begging her to move against me again. “Baby, please.” The sudden halt in movement was driving me wild. I needed to be inside of her. I needed to feel every part of her, more than I’ve ever needed anything before.

“Please what?” She lowered herself slightly, a shock of energy shot down to my toes. She feels so good, I need more.

“Y/N, please.” I let out a shaky breath. “Baby, I need you.” My hands lingered, tracing the goosebumps littering her skin. “I need to feel you, all of you.” My fingertips dug into her ass, feeling helpless as the desperation took over me. “Y/N, baby, fuck me. I want you to ride me. I need you to—”

She took me all in quickly, her movements sharp and full of emotion. I pushed her top open, admiring her beautiful breasts bounce in front of me. I felt my body shiver at the sensation. The moans falling from my lips were like nothing I’d ever heard before, but it felt spectacular.

“Fuck!” My hips buckled, no amount of her was too much. I want it all. “I’m gonna—”

“Do it.” She ordered breathlessly, her kisses getting harder as her hips continued to hypnotize me. Fuck, how did I get so lucky.

“Baby—”

“Cum for me.” She interrupted, her voice low with her command. I moaned into her mouth as that sweet feeling built up inside of me. The rhythm of her movements intrigued me. Through tired eyes, I watched as she moved up and down, her warm walls convulsing around me. I tried to catch my breath, resting my face against her breasts and nibbling at her smooth skin. “That feels good.” She hummed, I wrapped my arms around her waist, desperately needing something to hold onto. Her every movement was heavenly.

“Oh! S—Shit.” I groaned breathlessly, I felt weak, being with her was intoxicating, but to cum inside her was a whole different feeling. She makes me feel so alive.

“I can’t believe we just did that.” She giggled into my neck. “I kind of want to do it again.”

“Oh, now you’re talking.” I pounced, pinning her hands up above her head. “Why is it that I always want to be inside of you?” I whispered over her lips.

“Michael?”

Y/N squealed, her eyes widening as I fell on top of her, doing my best to cover her body. I turned my head slightly and I saw my bodyguard, Bill, he was awkwardly staring at the ground, trying to look anywhere but us.

“Hey Bill, what’s up?” Y/N asked innocently, for the second time today. I quickly gathered her clothing off the floor, shielding her body with mine as she got dressed.

“Uh, hey doll, um— Michael, you gotta get back out there.” He was turned around, his back to us while we frantically helped each other look presentable again.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming.”

“Again?” Y/N whispered to me, stifling her giggles against my chest.

“If you’re up for it.” I mumbled back.

“Michael.” Bill’s stern voice stealing our attention again. This time he was back looking at us, I couldn’t tell if he was upset or impressed. “You have to—” he pointed behind him, in the direction towards the stage.

“We were just heading back!” I smiled, walking past him, my arm hung proudly around my girl.

“Well, that was risqué.” Bill was shaking his head. “I could’ve went my whole life without seeing or hearing any of that.”

“We were just talking.” Y/N’s voice put a smile on my face. She wasn’t the least bit convincing.

“Sure doll. Whatever you say.” Bill replied sarcastically, a deep husky laugh erupted from him as he followed closely behind us.

As we walked through the curtains, I could see the stage, but I wasn’t ready to part from her.

“That was perfect.” I rubbed her back, slowly pulling her into me and lifting her up off the ground.

“You’re perfect.” She smiled, biting at her bottom lip. “I really want to kiss you.” She pouted.

“What my lady wants, my lady gets.”

I placed her back on the floor, dipping her swiftly and kissing her perfect lips.

“I’ll see you soon.” She smiled.

“I can’t wait.” I shouted, running back on stage as a deafening roar sounded from the crowd.

As the beginning chords of Another Part Of Me played, I began dancing around the stage. Y/N was dancing, she looked so happy, she was always so supportive. Finally, she noticed my stare, looking back at me. I spun, pointing at her as I came to a stop, keeping up with the beat of the instruments. Her eyes widened, I could tell she was holding back a smile. She pointed at her pants then at me. What?

She’s mouthing something to me.

What?

She put her hand above the zipper of her pants, mouthing again.

“Zipper.”

I continued dancing, discretely feeling below my belt. Crap.

She watched on worriedly, her hands resting on the sides of her face and mouthing the words “I’m so sorry.” My girl. I could tell she was blaming herself, she always cared so damn much, so I laughed it off, winking at her.

We’re sendin’ out

I sang quickly into the microphone, spinning around, throwing my arm in the air and posing with my back to the audience.

A major love

The crowd sang back as I took the opportunity to zip up pants.

And this is our message to you

Y/N was giggling, blowing kisses to me as I brought the microphone back to my mouth. There were thousands of people present, millions watching the live broadcast to witness my little incident. I should be consumed with embarrassment right now.

The planets are linin' up

I should feel shame.

We're bringin' brighter days

I should feel humiliated.

They're all in line waitin' for you

Yet, somehow I wasn’t. I was happy because seeing that beautiful smile on Y/N’s face brought me all the comfort I needed.

Can't you see?

You're just another part of me

[callsigns-haze]

Out of All: Chp 3

Jake Seresin x OC! Anna Bradshaw

Brothers' Best Friend Series! Follow along as these characters navigate the treacherous waters of love, loyalty, and desire, all while facing the ultimate taboo: falling for your sibling's best friend. From heart-pounding moments to steamy encounters, this series is a rollercoaster of emotions that will keep you hooked until the very end. Brace yourself for intense romantic tension, sizzling chemistry, and enough drama to keep you guessing. Are you ready to embark on this captivating journey?

This chapter includes explicit sexual content with detailed descriptions of sexual activity and intimacy between characters. Scenes depict physical intimacy, including kissing, touching, and biting, with characters described in states of undress. Emotional intensity is explored, encompassing themes of longing, desire, and vulnerability, with brief references to past trauma. Characters may be shown consuming alcoholic beverages, and mature themes such as casual relationships

The studio walls seemed to close in, suffocating you with their unyielding presence. Bloody January, new year, new you, but here you were, stuck in the same cycle of frustration and disappointment. Hours had slipped by like grains of sand through an hourglass, each one adding to the weight of your exasperation.

Today was one of those days where nothing seemed to click, where every note was a struggle, and every chord felt like a battle. The music refused to flow, stubbornly resisting your attempts to coax it into existence. And as the hours stretched on, tensions simmered beneath the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment.

Frustration radiated from every corner of the studio, a palpable energy that hung heavy in the air. The once vibrant space now felt suffocating, stifling your creativity with its oppressive atmosphere. All you wanted was to escape, to retreat into the sanctuary of solitude and lick your wounds in peace.

But duty called, in the form of your brother's plea to join him and his friends at Penny's bar tonight. You wanted to meet them, to connect with his circle, but today, the thought of socializing felt like an insurmountable task.

"Anna, we need to get this moving!" Harry's voice cut through the tension, his frustration mirroring your own. With a roll of your eyes, you shot him a pointed look, the weight of exhaustion bearing down on your shoulders.

"What do you honestly think I've been trying to do, huh?" you snapped, your words laced with frustration. You were tired, irritable, and every fiber of your being screamed for release. The studio felt like a prison, trapping you in a cycle of unfulfilled potential and dashed hopes.

As Harry left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for another attempt. One more time, from the top, and then you were out. With a resolve born of sheer determination, you began to play, your voice a beacon of defiance amidst the chaos.

Each note carried the weight of your frustration, each chord a testament to your resilience. Despite the odds, you refused to be defeated, pushing forward with a determination that bordered on desperation. And as the melody unfurled, weaving its way through the heavy atmosphere, you felt a glimmer of hope ignite within you.

The music may not have been perfect, may not have flowed effortlessly from your fingertips, but it was yours. A reflection of your struggle, your perseverance, and your unwavering commitment to your craft. And in that moment, as the music carried you away on its wings, you found solace in the simple act of creation, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was still beauty to be found.

"Summer went away Still, the yearning stays I play it cool with the best of them I wait patiently He's gonna notice me It's okay, we're the best of friends Anyway

I hear it in your voice You're smoking with your boys I touch my phone as if it's your face I didn't choose this town I dream of getting out There's just one who could make me stay All my days

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes I waited ages to see you there I search the party of better bodies Just to learn that you never cared

You're on your own, kid You always have been

I see the great escape So long, Daisy May I picked the petals, he loves me not Something different bloomed Writing in my room I play my songs in the parking lot I'll run away

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes I called a taxi to take me there I search the party of better bodies Just to learn that my dreams aren't rare

You're on your own, kid You always have been

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this I hosted parties and starved my body Like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss

The jokes weren't funny, I took the money My friends from home don't know what to say I looked around in a blood-soaked gown And I saw something they can't take away

'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned Everything you lose is a step you take So make the friendship bracelets Take the moment and taste it You've got no reason to be afraid

You're on your own, kid Yeah, you can face this You're on your own, kid You always have been"

---

Bradshaw! Where's your sister at?" Natasha's impatience cut through the chatter, her eyes scanning the bar for your familiar presence. Bradley glanced at his phone, hoping for a message or a sign of your impending arrival, but found nothing. A sense of unease settled over him, a nagging feeling that something was amiss.

"Don't know, Phoenix. She's probably stuck at work," Bradley replied, his voice tinged with concern. He watched as Jake and Javy played darts, his mind drifting back to the front door of the bar. "Where are you, Anna?"

With a flicker of apprehension, Bradley unlocked his phone, dialing your number in a desperate bid for reassurance. Each ring felt like an eternity, his heart pounding in his chest as he prayed for your familiar voice to answer. But the silence on the other end only deepened his worry.

Then, a message popped up on his screen, accompanied by a video from you. Relief flooded through him as he read your text, a small smile tugging at his lips. "We only wrapped up now. Give me ten and I'll be there!"

As he watched the video, a sense of pride swelled within him. Your voice, clear and strong, filled the bar, carrying the weight of your emotions with each note. It was a song about solitude, about facing life's challenges head-on, and Bradley couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for his talented sister.

"Hey guys! My sister's gonna be here in a bit. She sent me a video if you want to see!" Bradley called out to the group, excitement rippling through the air. He had mentioned your burgeoning music career to his friends before, and now they eagerly gathered around him, eager to catch a glimpse of the elusive Anna Bradshaw.

As the video began to play, Jake's eyes widened in recognition. The pieces fell into place, and he realized why you looked so familiar. With your distinctive features and undeniable talent, you were unmistakably Baby Bradshaw, the younger sibling whose musical journey had captivated their curiosity.

As the last notes of your song faded away, a chorus of applause erupted from your audience. Bradley couldn't help but feel a swell of pride in his chest as he watched his sister's talent being recognized and celebrated by those closest to him. In that moment, as the warmth of camaraderie washed over him, he knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would always have a supportive network by your side.

He and Coyote both took a step back, their expressions mirroring a mix of shock and disbelief. Javy leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper as he posed a question that hung heavy in the air, "Isn't that the chick from last weekend?" Jake shot his friend a warning look, silently urging him to keep his thoughts to himself.

In that moment, the weight of his actions hit Jake like a ton of bricks. He had been sleeping with a Bradshaw, his wingman's precious baby sister. The realization washed over him, a wave of dread and regret crashing against his conscience. How could he have been so blind? How could he not have recognized you, despite your distinctive features and undeniable talent?

God, Bradley would kill him. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, his stomach churning with a sickening mix of guilt and apprehension. He had betrayed his friend's trust in the worst possible way, tarnishing the bond they had built over years of camaraderie and loyalty.

As he glanced at Bradley, he could see the color draining from his friend's face, his expression a mask of disbelief and shock. The room seemed to spin around him, the reality of the situation hitting him like a freight train. "Hey Bagman, you okay?" Fanboy's voice cut through the tension, his concern palpable as he glanced at his fellow pilot.

"Fine," Jake replied, his voice strained as he forced the words past the lump in his throat. But inside, he knew that nothing would ever be the same again. He had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, and now, he would have to face the consequences of his actions.

---

You parked your car near the light blue bronco, recognizing it as your brother's vehicle. As you stepped out and locked the door, a sense of apprehension settled over you. You knew Bradley would likely be frustrated, perhaps even angry, that your colleagues had made you late for the meeting.

Entering the bar, you spotted Bradley with a group of young aviators. He walked down to greet you, enveloping you in a side hug. His whispered words tugged at your heartstrings. "You actually came," he murmured. With a playful eye roll, you leaned in to whisper back, "You pay the rent without allowing me to, I had no choice."

The resemblance between you and Bradley was uncanny, from the curls in your hair to the twinkle in your eyes. As he introduced you to his friends, you greeted them warmly, but your attention was quickly drawn to one individual in particular: Jake. Jake Seresin, Hangman, Bradley's wingman.

Bradley's introduction sent a jolt of panic through you. You had slept with Jake, your brother's wingman. Out of all the people, why him? The realization hit you like a ton of bricks, and you knew you had to tread carefully to ensure that Bradley never found out about your previous encounter with Jake.

As Jake greeted you with a Texan charm that sent shivers down your spine, you struggled to maintain your composure. Bradley couldn't know, couldn't suspect anything. So you smiled politely, nodding at Jake's introduction, all the while grappling with the knowledge of the secret you shared with his wingman.

Jake knew that Bradley could never figure out that the two of you had met previously, so he played it cool, maintaining his composure to prevent your brother from catching on. "Hangman, but you can call me Jake, darlin'," he said, his Texan accent adding a touch of charm to his words.

As Jake shook your hand, Bradley watched the interaction closely, his protective instincts kicking in. "Brad told me a lot about you," you remarked casually, withdrawing your hand and wrapping your arms around yourself as you engaged in conversation with Jake. "I could say the same," he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Glancing over your shoulder, you noticed Bradley had rejoined the group, leaving you to converse with Jake. But before you could delve further into conversation, Jake leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. "We need to talk."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you met his intense gaze, scanning the room to ensure no one was listening in on your conversation. "Yeah, that's putting it nicely," you replied, a sense of apprehension creeping into your tone.

----

"You're actually his sister," Jake sighed, his frustration evident as he ran his hands down his face while seated on the outside deck of the bar. The realization hung heavy in the air, both of you grappling with the unexpected twist of fate that had brought you together.

"Look Jake... Would you change anything if I wasn't his sister?" you asked, your voice tinged with uncertainty. It was a question neither of you had anticipated, probing the depths of what could have been if circumstances were different.

"No," Jake replied simply, his gaze meeting yours with unwavering determination. Despite the complications that your relationship with Bradley introduced, he was adamant that he wouldn't alter a single moment they had shared.

His response left you conflicted. On one hand, you were relieved that he didn't regret what had transpired between you. On the other, you couldn't shake the nagging doubt about the potential fallout with your brother.

"What about Bradley?" You countered, your mind racing with the implications of your newfound connection with Jake.

As you contemplated the situation, memories of the rules you and your best friend, Caila, had established as teenagers flooded your mind. Rule number one: Never, under any circumstances, become romantically involved with each other's siblings. It was a pact born out of loyalty and mutual respect, a boundary that had never been crossed. You believed guys had some sort of similar boundaries.

But now, faced with the undeniable chemistry between you and Jake, you questioned whether those rules still held weight. Was it breaking a code if neither of you were aware of its existence? And could you deny the undeniable attraction that pulsed between you, despite the potential consequences?

"I've done worse things," Jake confessed, his words hanging in the air like a weighty admission. In that moment, you knew that the path ahead would be fraught with challenges, but the pull of desire was too strong to resist.

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[dotster001]

Hey I decided to try your event request! For TWST, I was absolutely stuck between Vil and Malleus, but ended up choosing Vil. I’m a simp and both appealed a lot to me, what can I say? Right now, I still use him in battles and him occasionally on my home screen, but he shares the spot with Malleus. Although if I have to be honest, Diasomnia is my fave dorm and I consider Mal my husbando more, with Vil as secondary fave.

I like to think that Vil eventually got his revenge by playing hard to get, because his birthday and Halloween cards both forced me to hit pity before I pulled him. On the other hand, Malleus was more shy and took me forever before I got any of his SR cards.

I honestly truly love both and have difficulty deciding which one is my favorite. So overall, I’d like maybe a playing hard to get Vil, whose also trying to show off, while Malleus is secretly (obviously) pining from afar and trying to be aloof, but failing. I feel like the two may get competitively petty, so I’d like to see that! Overall, a cute but lovey dovey romantic battle! Make it so that they’re consistently trying to one up each other.

Other details about me: I’m kind of shy when it comes to romance. Not easily swayed by material goods OR words, but rather actions. I dont mind light yandereness.

( Hi boo! Thanks for participating! I hope you enjoy, your petty competitive men! Side note, I love how many of you have already built up stories based on your card draws. It's cracking me up 😂)

CW:soft Yan!content. Mostly just unhealthy possessiveness.

A Tale of Malleus and Vil Competing for their Lover

Vil’s morning routine had always been long. But these days it took at least two hours, with lots of new products added to his arsenal on top of his already extensive product list. New products included a hair spray that made his hair shimmer, nail polish that changed color to the viewer’s favorite color, perfume that was whatever scent your beloved found comfort in, and a lipstick that made it very hard to resist kissing him. And those were only a couple of his secret weapons. 

After preparing for the day, he left the dorm, making sure his form fitting shirt and pants had plenty of the perfume on them. It was the weekend, so he knew he could find his target hanging out in the courtyard. He may or may not have scheduled a photo shoot in said courtyard, but he was generous, and would let you remain in the area. 

He arrived just in time to see the photographer trying to shoo you away. Vil scowled. He knew the photographer was trying to help, but he was ruining his plan.

“Potato,” He said to the photographer, “What seems to be the problem?”

"This student is going to be in the shot."

"I can leave if you need me to. I didn't know you'd be here today, Vil," you said, your eyes trained on his lips subconsciously. At least his lipstick was going the way it was supposed to.

He gave a dramatic sigh. "As long as you stay out of the way, you can stay. I do better with an audience anyway."

You nodded and went back to where you liked to sit, your eyes following his every movement. 

                                ….

He really did do better with an audience. If the audience was you. He felt alluring, and sexy, and stunning with your eyes trained on him as he posed. 

A couple more shots. Then he'd take a water break. He knew the perfect angle to accentuate his profile in the sunlight and….what was he doing here?

"Take five," he snapped at the photographer as he made his way to Malleus, who was taking a  seat on the bench across from yours. He seemed to be reading a book, but Vil knew better.

"Draconia," he said, voice full of venom. "There's a shoot happening here. Please read elsewhere."

Malleus looked up at him, his eyes flashing with emerald electricity. 

"Schoenheit. I am not in your way. I am just reading."

Vil was about to snarl something nasty when you spoke up.

"I can help you find a better spot to read, if you want Tsunotarou," you spoke up.

Both men looked at you in shock.

Malleus recovered first, with a satisfied smirk.

"I'd rather not disrupt your activities, Child of man," he hummed.

"It's alright, I have some homework I'm supposed to be doing, but Vil's photoshoot is too distracting. It's hard to focus on anything but him," you said with a laugh.

Both men clenched their jaw, for different, but similar, reasons.

But Malleus knew that he had won this battle, so he closed his book, stood up, and held out his arm.

"Lead the way, Child of man. Show me a better private place."

Vil seethed as you both walked away, but said nothing. He'd lost this battle, but the war wasn't over. 

"I'll win the next one, Draconia," he hissed quietly.

He knew it wasn't possible that he could have heard him, but the booming laugh Malleus let out was quite the coincidence.

[ethereousdelirious]

Hey Therie, I know you're suuper busy with Sicktember shenanigans...but if you had the time, I was wondering if you'd want to something with that F/ukuzawa headcanon? Totally okay if not, but your tags got that idea stuck in my head now and will not leave me alone 🤯😱🫣����

Never too busy for you, Poni!

A sharp bite accompanied the sea winds, which had been so mild only days before. The sun rose later, obscured by clouds. Cotton and linen gave way to fleece and wool.

Yes, it was that time of year. Winter had come to Yokohama.

With it, a promise.

A promise that had Mori making a great many calls to Fukuzawa until the day came that the tell-tale weight of congestion dragged down his voice when he answered.

Mori insisted on a meeting under a pretense that Fukuzawa was sure to refuse once he heard the details. But he was sure to hear Mori out anyway.

Ah, Fukuzawa. So... accommodating, in his own way.

His bright scarf caught the wind as he made his way down the docks, where Mori awaited in a thick black coat. Despite his thick kimono and haori, Fukuzawa shivered slightly and kept his arms close to his body, hands hidden in his sleeves.

Mori grinned.

"Good evening," he said, making only a token effort to hide his glee.

"Mm." Fukuzawa just nodded. His jaw moved subtly, shifting the wispy curtains of his hair, and a lozenge clicked gently against his teeth. After a moment's continued silence, he dipped his chin and glared at Mori.

"Alright, I'll get on with it." Mori had come prepared with a dozen excuses to drag the conversation on. It wasn't a matter of if, it was only a matter of when.

Fukuzawa could hold out for a while, yes, but the determined furrow between his brows was nothing more than false confidence. Even now, his reddened nose twitched and shone at the corners. Even now, his lip trembled.

"You see," Mori said, gesturing grandly outward, "this patrol of the docks is starting to feel a little unbalanced to me."

He raised his eyebrows, prompting Fukuzawa to sigh with a smell of ginger. "Unbalanced?" he repeated gruffly.

"Well, yes," Mori purred, drinking in every blink, every slight twitch of the nose. Every little hint was a diamond in its own right, and Fukuzawa had come bearing riches. The pink tint to his eyes and nose was worth several thousand yen in its own right, the stutter of his breath even more than that. He sniffled, causing his breath to hitch, and there was another million yen. "You see, the nights are only growing longer..." Fukuzawa sniffled again, his chest stuttering. "...and all the more dangerous for it."

Mori paused again, licking his lips as he watched Fukuzawa's hand flex and relax, tracing a slow but true pathward upward.

"We've already intercepted a troubling amount of smugglers," Mori added.

Fukuzawa's hand found its mark. Slender fingers braced against the bridge of his nose, moving downward as he applied pressure to the bridge. Even still, a tear streaked down his cheek, gleaming silver in the light.

Mori suppressed a shudder, heat flooding his chest. "Granted, we haven't had any near-misses so far, but I'm the kind of man who likes to stay on top of things." Well, except in one particular circumstance, but moments like that were few and far between with Fukuzawa.

The fierce shine in Fukuzawa's eyes when he pinched his nostrils shut with his knuckles, well. That was almost better than sex. His pale lips parted to allow a shuddering inhale that gave way to a strangled jerk of his shoulders.

Ah, the prelude to a magnificent show.

"What I'm getting at here is that—"

"Hhnk!" Fukuzawa twitched and tears spilled forth from his clear eyes, coating his lashes and streaming down his cheeks. He shifted his hand, pressing the side of his finger just below the nose, applying heavy pressure to the philtrum. Still, he kept his eyes locked on Mori's.

The noise wasn't a stifle so much as a sneeze that hadn't properly escaped, and the frustrated growl that Fukuzawa emitted under his breath was enough to make Mori's toes curl.

"What I'm getting at," Mori said calmly, staring at those irritated, watering eyes, "is that we might need a little assistance from time to time."

The breath Fukuzawa took to reply was his downfall. He dropped his hand from his face, revealing twitching nostril and parted lips, and managed not a single word, just an almighty gasp that had him throwing his head back as though in ecstasy. "Akht'SCHRgh!"

Mori took a half-step backward and clasped his hands behind his back.

Fukuzawa's head reared again, lip curling and teeth shining under the lamplight. "HHhrr'rsSCH! HH'TSCHRRMF! Hahh..." His bleary, watering eyes opened, locking once more onto Mori's. Wet lips parted, chest heaving, eyes half-lidded... Mori crossed his legs. "HhhrRT'SCH!"

This was it. Winter's promise, fulfilled.

[trashyswitch]

Go Home, Will!

William is refusing to go home from work, due to being slammed with so much paperwork. But Henry is having none of it. So he pulls an inconvenient prank on his buddy in an attempt to get him away from the work desk. And it works! Well...kinda.

I was in a rare mood to write some fluffy Afton & Emily content. And this is what I came up with! I hope you enjoy!

William and Henry’s friendship was unlike any friendships between two males would really look like. It was more fun and silly, buddy-buddy if you will. They were opposites in a lot of ways, but they always found that silly, childish middle ground. 

And there was this one time when their childishness was on full display: 

One day, William had been working overtime…and no matter how many pre-punch out warnings Henry had gave him, the man just refused to pack up to go home. William had been sitting at his desk, working on paperwork with his black telephone right beside him. And Henry had already packed up his stuff, and was about to leave. He looked at William. “You realize it’s 10 after 5, right?” Henry asked. 

William looked at his watch, before sighing as he stared at his stack of papers. “I can’t go yet. I have to finish this.” William told him. 

“Come on! It’s quitting time. Don’t you wanna go home and see your kids?” Henry asked, poking his shoulder. “I do. But I also need to get a few more of these pages done before I go home. I’m slammed. So unless you wanna help me get these done on time, then leave me be.” He told him. 

Henry chuckled and pulled on something. “Good luck then.” He said before walking out of the room. 

William looked over at the telephone, expecting a phone call to get one more crucial detail so he could finish this top sheet. But looking at the telephone, something caught the corner of his eye:  something was missing. 

“What-” William looked towards the outlet. Where’s the cord? William looked towards the side of the telephone and verbally cursed. “Henry, have you seen the phone cord?” William asked, turning to look for him. “No! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Henry replied casually. “The-the phone cord for the-” William looked at Henry and towards his hand.

“Oh! I’m sorry…” Henry waved the black thing in his hand. “Do you mean this little cord?” Henry asked with a smirk. 

“I-Henry…” William started to walk up to Henry, but watched as Henry stepped back at the same time with a growing smirk on his face. William’s face was slowly growing less and less amused. “Henry…” He muttered. 

“Whaaat?” Henry replied. 

“Give it to me, now.” William ordered, holding out his hand. 

“And risk you staying till 2am like last time?” Henry added. “Nah.” 

William made a fist and started to run up to him. “GIVE IT!” William yelled, jumping to tackle him down. 

But Henry dodged his tackle and ran a few steps away, laughing his head off at William’s faceplant against the floor, before taking off running down the hall. “COME AND GET IT, LOSER!” Henry shouted. 

William slapped the ground before getting up, and sprinting down the hall after him. “HENRY, THIS IS RIDICULOUS.” 

“I THINK YOUR MISSUS WOULD DISAGREE.” Henry teased over his shoulder. 

Henry sprinted into the security office and out the exit to the hallway on the other side. Then, he sprinted down that hallway back to the front. 

“HENRY I SWEAR TO GOD!” William was slowly catching up to Henry, and trying to think of how to trap him so he could get the cord back. 

“WE CAN RUN LAPS ALL DAY!” Henry yelled back. “AND YOU STILL WON’T GET THIS CORD BACK.” 

William eventually managed to trap him against a corner. Smirking now, William placed both his hands and feet against either side of the wall, to stop him from getting out. “You’re stuck now, cord thief.” William warned. 

“Am I, now?” Henry smirked as he put the cord around his neck like a scarf before starting to skitter his fingers on William’s armpits. 

William widened his eyes in horror. “aAAAH-” He yelled before squeezing them shut. “OHNO-” William blurted out, hissing as he brought his arms against his sides to cover up his armpits. 

“How long can Willy the crybaby handle being tickled?” Henry asked confidently. 

“H-HENRYHYHY-” William’s wobbly smile grew wider as he quickly lost control of himself. “DAHAHA! DAMMIHIHIHIT!” William laughed, finally dropping to his knees. “WAHAIT- *snort* HEHEHEHENRYYYY!” William laughed, even letting out a snort in between. 

Henry stopped tickling and quickly tried to escape. “aHA! SEE YA- AAH!” Henry yelped as he fell to the ground. 

“Hehehehe…” William chuckled lowly, holding Henry’s foot. Henry’s choice to escape would end up being a HUGE mistake. “I’ve got you now, little bastard.” William said with a devilish smirk on his face, tightening his grip on Henry’s ankle.

“W-William! Wait-” Henry reacted as he tried to kick William’s hand off his ankle with his other foot. “Let’s talk about this!” But William caught the bottom of the other shoe with his other hand. Instinctively, Henry pulled on his foot. “WAIT! LET GO!” Henry ordered, pulling and shaking his leg to get his foot out. 

But this would only end up wiggling his foot free of his shoe. His shoe would pop right off, leaving Henry’s socked foot out in the open. Henry froze in place for those few seconds. “......Uh oh…” 

William dropped the shoe and grabbed the socked foot all in one quick swoop. “Come here, you!” William pulled his foot underneath Will’s armpit and trapped the ankle in his armpit almost like a chokehold. Then, he started skittering his fingers on Henry’s vulnerable arch. 

“eeEEEHEHEHEHAHAhahahaha! WAHAHAhahahahait nohoHOHOHOhoho!” Henry yelled. “Lehehet me gohohohohoho!” He begged.  “Give me the goddamn phone cord then, smart aleck.” William ordered. 

“NOHOHO! NOHOT ON MYHY LIHIHIFE!” Henry yelled back. 

“Then suffer under the hands of the dreaded tickle monster, Henry.” William replied. “You wanted to play? You wanted me to stop working? Con-fucking-gratulations. You did just that.” William declared with a sarcastic, witty tone. 

“WOHOHORTH IHIHIT!” Henry yelled back. 

“Really? You want these tickles right now?” William asked. 

“IHIHI DIHIHIDN’T SAHAHAY THAHAT!” Henry yelled back. 

“You didn’t? Then enlighten me, oh smart one: What did you mean?” William asked as he moved his fingers down to his heel.

“IHIHI MEHEHEANT IHIhihit wahahas wohohohorth gehehetting you to stohohop wohohorking!” Henry replied, growing more giggly than before. 

“Well, you did succeed at that. But you still didn’t answer my other question: Do you want these tickles?” William asked, moving his fingers back to the arch again. 

“WhahahahAHAHAHAT?!” Henry reacted, squealing as the tickling doubled for him. 

“You heard me.” William replied. “Did you want to be tickled?” William asked as he moved his fingers up to the top sole of his foot. 

“WHOHOHO TOHOHOLD YOHOHOU THAHAT?!” Henry asked. 

William couldn’t help the laugh that left his mouth. “STILL not answering my goddamn question!” He reacted with a smile on his face. “Do you wanna be tickled?! Or do you want me to stop? It’s an easy question!” William asked him once again. 

“YEHEHEHESS!” Henry replied. 

“Oh my fucking- YES TO WHAT?!” William asked, growing slightly infuriated. 

“YEHEHEHES! JUHUHUHUST YEHEHES!” Henry yelled back. 

“You know what-” William stopped tickling and just dropped his foot to the ground. 

“Hehehehe- ohohowww!” Henry whined, grabbing his own foot and rubbing the tickles and the newfound pain away. “Yohohou suhuhuck.” Henry complained. 

William smirked and grabbed the telephone cord from around his neck. “Says the pillock.” William teased. 

Henry dropped his jaw. “I am NOT a pillock!” Henry reacted. 

“Oh, but you really are.” William replied. “Either that, or a knob.” William added. 

Henry narrowed his eyes at his mate and cracked his knuckles.

“Probably both, actually.” William added, pointing to Henry without looking at him. 

Suddenly, William felt his body get knocked down by Henry’s weight alone. “OW-” William looked behind him and saw the phone cord had fallen out of his hand, and onto the floor a good 10 feet away. “Come on-” He reached his arms out to try and reach the cord. “aaAAAH! HENRY!” William yelled as he brought his hands back against his chest and away from the cord. 

“What?!” Henry reacted, lifting up his one arm. “You seriously thought tickling me was NOT going to result in revenge?!” Henry asked. 

“I knew it would, but- eeEEP!” William clenched his teeth as he felt Henry’s fingers sneak even further into his bloody armpits. “Ididn’tknowitwouldhappensoQUICKLY!” William yelled, tugging on his arm. “LET ME GO!” William ordered. 

“But letting you go would mean I would have to watch you go back to the office and work till 2am again! And pretty much everyone knows that’s not healthy.” Henry told him as he kept tickling his vulnerable armpit.

“C-COHOHOME OHOHON! THIHIHIS IS UHUHUNFAHAHAHAHAIR!” William complained. 

“Do you realize how much of a baby you’re being right now?” Henry asked him. “Like, Charlie and Elizabeth would be able to handle this better than you. And you’re a grown man!” He reminded him. 

William grunted and tried to tickle him back. But because one of his arms was stuck in Henry’s grip, he wasn’t very successful. He managed to get a couple tickles in (which was better than nothing), but wasn’t really able to do much else due to being distracted by the ticklish feelings in his armpit. 

“Yohohou mahanaged to get me a bit there, so I give you credit where it’s due.” Henry reacted. 

William finally threw his head back and laughed hysterically as he went completely limp. “OHOHOKAHAHAHAY, YOHOHOU WIHIHIN!” William told him. He had just given up fighting at that point, due to growing really tired already from the mix of fighting and laughing. 

Henry raised an eyebrow. “Finally done your little fit?” he teased, noticing William’s change in his reactions. So, he decided to switch places. “Looks like a new tickle spot is in order.” Henry declared. 

William shook his head rather quickly for a man who had given up, and looked at Henry with subtle puppy eyes. “Plehehease. Ihihi neheed a breheheheak.” William told him. 

Henry smiled a bit as he gently tickled the side of his neck. “A break, huh?”

William snorted and curled his neck to try and stop the fingers, but to no avail. “Cohohome ohohohon, mahan! Ihihit’s uhuhunfahahair!” William complained. 

“Gosh, your wife would laugh if she knew what we were doing.” Henry reacted, stopping his fingers. 

William cleared his throat and huffed. “Ihi’m supposed to be getting a phone call.” William told him. 

“From who?” Henry asked, smirking as he started tickling his neck again.

“eeEEK! F-FROHohom thihihis Mihike guhuhuhuy.” William replied. “Thehe nehehew sehecurity guahahard.” William added. 

“Eeeh, that man can wait till morning.” Henry replied as he stopped his fingers. “You’ve got a family to go home to.”

William removed the co-owner’s hand from his neck and looked up at Henry. “Ihi guess…” William mumbled back. 

Henry raised an eyebrow at his reaction and smirked. “Don’t be talking shit about your family, Will.” Henry warned. 

“Ohor what?” He asked, sounding almost giddy or drunk. 

“Or I’ll tickle you even more.” Henry replied with confidence just dripping from his mouth. 

William narrowed his eyes for a moment before pushing Henry to the ground and staring at the tickler who was now below him. “You think you can tickle me and not get tickled back?” William asked. 

Henry smirked and pushed William back down to the ground, bringing himself on top in the process. “Yes, I do believe I can.” Henry replied as he squeezed Will’s sides. 

William squeaked and tried his best to grab his hands. “NO! Noho! Handsoffyoubig-” William widened his eyes and froze. 

Henry smirked at this. “What? Too scared to get me back now?” Henry asked all confidently. “Did I finally scare you into going home?” Henry asked next. 

William was staring at something behind him, shocked and horrified. 

“...What? Is someone behind-” Henry widened his eyes and quickly got off William the moment he saw someone there. “MICHAEL! Heeey!” Henry reacted. 

Michael raised an eyebrow at Henry. “...Hey…” He muttered before narrowing his eyes at his father. “Why are you still here?” Michael asked. 

“I’m…about to ask you almost the same thing.” William replied, getting up onto his feet. “It’s been 35 minutes, Dad. Mom wanted me to drive over to see what you were up to.” Michael told him. “And frankly, I’m glad I was the one who came. Cause I don’t think mom would be so patient with your actions right now.” Michael reacted. 

“Come on, Michael. It was just a bit of tickling.” Henry told him. 

“Of course. And there is just a family waiting for the both of you to head home.” Michael added. 

William got up and started to walk back up to the office with Michael. Henry turned around and looked at the telephone wire. Maybe this whole thing was a stupid idea after all…All this tomfoolery…just for 35 minutes and no more work done. Henry headed into the office and plugged the telephone wire back in, before grabbing his coat and bag off the floor. And the last thing he heard from the two of them, was this little bit of banter: 

“Also, can you drive? I forgot my wallet again.” 

“...And you drove over here without it?” 

“......Yeah.” 

*sigh* “Fine.” 

[samobservessonic]

This issue sees Kitching on double writers’ duty again, but in the art department we have the return of Ferran Rodriguez, who did the art way back in issue 6. On his first run, I’d been incredibly impressed by Rodriguez giving us a dynamic look at Wing Fortress Zone and we open with more of those cool aerial badnik fights. But unfortunately, while the caption claims that this story takes place in Hill Top Zone, that… sure isn’t Hill Top Zone. This is a bit of a shame, because I can only assume that Rodriguez mustn’t have been familiar with the zone and if he had been, I bet we’d have gotten some great scenes in that zone. But oh well, we work with what we’ve got

Sonic makes short work of the badniks, before being caught by Tails on the way down. It appears they come here under the call of the locals, who are these odd… white human bloke bodies with bird heads stuck on top. We’re still in that transition period between the small animal friends and StC doing what it wants, but I’m quite glad to read on the wiki that we don’t see these particular character designs after this issue. Yikes

Absolutely no one is surprised to hear that StC Sonic is an atheist 

Surprise, it’s Super Sonic! As we saw established in his first appearance in the comic, StC’s Super Sonic works differently to the version in the game, appearing when Sonic is suffering severe stress, which being almost dropped into lava seems to qualify as. They conveniently say here that even Sonic doesn’t know how it happens to leave themselves an opening, because chaos energy will be involved later on. But for now, Sonic was in danger and now he’s become his own (and everyone else’s) worst enemy

One thing this story does give us is an intriguing dynamic between Super Sonic and Tails. Now, while he’s like this, Super Sonic doesn’t recognise friend from foe - he’ll destroy anyone and that includes Tails. But at least in this story, Tails doesn’t seem afraid of him. In fact, he accepts that Super Sonic is his only means of escape and grabs onto him to get a lift out, adding a resigned “I hate it when you become Super Sonic!” to imply that this has probably happened beyond the two times we’ve seen it in the comic

Tails even manages to trick Super Sonic into stopping the lava instead of killing him, by appealing to that Sonic ego. We really are seeing a more confident Tails here than we’ve been seeing in StC so far. Perhaps Tails’s own adventures in the Nameless Zone have helped with that?

We end this story with Sonic turning back to normal and admitting that he doesn’t remember much about being Super Sonic. Not only that, but he’s made a statue of himself out of the cooled lava This is one of those stories where I’ve been more interested in the small details and the setup than the overall story itself. I don’t have too much to say about it, really. Super Sonic appearances always felt like more of a big deal later on, so it’s unusual to see him appear almost randomly here, but he’s always a welcome sight no matter what

[corneliaavenue-ao3]

20 Questions

I would like to thank @thenicestthingiveseen for the ta

How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 9 whole fics on that website

2. What's your total AO3 words count?

A whole whopping 29,110

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Only Harry Potter. I don't know what other fandom I would write for tbh

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Loves a Game, Wanna Play?

up on a roof with a school girl crush

i wrote a poem (you say what a mind)

Island Breeze with the Lights Down Low

the road not taken looks real good now

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I usually do! I love commenting and having conversations with fanfic authors, so I try to respond. Sometimes I read a comment and struggle to really form my feelings into words because I am so overwhelmed that anyone is liking my stuff enough to comment!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably the road not taken... because it ends when the death eaters interupt fleur and bill's wedding

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

up on a roof... ends with their second kiss and i love that for them

8. Do you get hate on fics?

you have to write popular fics to get hate i think

9. Do you write smut. If so what kind?

i do. the kind of smut i write is smut between harry potter and ginny weasley. sometimes they are step siblings in this scenerio.

here is a snippet of chapter 2 of trust him like a brother i intended to write more of last night

Harry cleared his throat at the invitation. "No, I just, er, realized that your mum was awake and leaving the house at the same time we were, you know," Harry's voice trailed off.

"Fucking?" Ginny finished for him, opening just one eye to give him a sharp look. "Your tongue has entered my vagina and you can't say the word fuck?"

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I do not. but i have this weird falling asleep story that i fix season 7 of the 100 by sending bellamy to hogwarts during dh and helps the da because that would still make more sense than whatever the hell the writers wrote

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

YES ACTUALLY. So this is not my first fanfic account. I had one at the bright age of 12, and I wrote a better than revenge fic for ginny based on cho chang, and then SOMEONE STOLE IT! IT WAS SO BAD? WHY WOULD SOMEONE STEAL THAT?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I have not

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Hinny <3

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

The one where Harry and Ginny get stuck in a time loop at grimauld during ootp. It is bad, and I don't want to take the effort to fix it.

I JUST OPENED IT AND ITS 40 PAGES???? I THOUGHT IT WAS LIKE 15

16. What are your writing strengths?

That is a great question, someone please tell me

17. What are your writing weaknesses?'

I struggle with making my writing sound pretty. Adding detail that paints an image and not so literal. Because most days this is what my writing looks like.

*** is a 71 year old male with a past medical history of HTN, HLD, CHF, GI bleed and a recent hospitalization for PE and is now on eliquis who is presenting to the hospital for significant, persistent epigastric pain. He has had this pain before and it was present during his prior hospitalization. The staff at his nursing home noticed that he was in more pain, so he was brought via EMS to the ED. The pain is primarily in the upper abdomen, specifically the epigastric and LUQ, worsened with palpation, and improved with pain medication.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I struggle with English enough

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

god rest my soul I can already tell you that would've could've should've will be my most listened to song this year and I just love looking into the relationship between Tom and Ginny

[tethered-heartstrings]

Have you ever talked about your writing process?

I probably have but i can share it again!

It's long so I put it under the cut!

I start with an idea and write it down as soon as I can. I'll add details or scenes/imagery I want to see and maybe even quotes or bits of dialogue I want to use. doesn't need to be linear, just need to Get The Idea Out so I don't forget anything.

Often times I will talk to a mutual about an idea. in explaining the idea, the story comes more alive. because in my own head I can see the "in between" pieces so my own notes can be a bit choppy. but having to tell someone else, for them to see the vision, I give more details. such as why I chose a certain line or how something in the beginning connects to something later in the story. even if it doesn't have plot and is a pwp, I can still explain what I see in my head in a very clinical sense. inevitably, whoever I told hypes me up and the excitement adds to my momentum. they can also ask clarifying questions that help me explain a detail better and more fully develop the idea beyond some bullet points bouncing around in my head. I do this to varying degrees; the more plot, the more I tend to elaborate. sometimes them asking a question gives me an idea to add something new I hadn't thought of before.

I also keep a list of my fic ideas on a private and personal discord, categorized by sfw/nsfw. then in each channel (one for each fic), i can add my notes and rambling ideas, images, quotes, etc (including from dms of mutuals I have told) and have them all in one place so I can refer to it alter and am not relying on my memory.

Once I have that, I open up a new document leaving space for a title and tags to be filled in later. rarely does a title come to me immediately. then I write a rough plot summary. it's very much like "this then that then this" without much detail or emotion. very much a river of thought as the story starts to paint itself. this makes sure that I have somewhere to go if I blank out. the store is "written" from start to finish, there is no guess work on what will happen next so I don't get stuck. usually a plot summary is about 10% of the length that the finished fic will be. This one I developed later and has helped me IMMENSELY. because, for example, I once started a fic with a really solid idea but no end goal. I ended up writing 77k and I've basically abandoned it because I have no idea how to finish it, so I am stuck. It would have been a lot less work for me if I had planned it out fully. I tend to not do this for pwps; those kind of write themselves. I get an idea of a particular trope/scene I want to see and write until I get there.

After that, I go line by line and flesh it all out. instead of "will went to bed and had a nightmare", I describe the room, his fear, the nightmare itself, his thoughts about it etc. as the story develops, the original plot summary can change as a new idea can spark. I almost always add a scene or change one dramatically in this stage. The trick to this is I don't stop and go back. I don't let myself edit, I just get the story done. It helps keep momentum and the next scene fresh in my mind. editing slows me down and is my least favorite part and can be discouraging. But if I just go from point A to B to C in one go, then the likelihood it gets finished goes up dramatically.

That is like the first "bulking" of the fic, adding the first several layers of detail. I then go to the top and read through it again, adding even more detail, changing words around if I use one too much, etc. This stage often adds more bulk to the story but not as much as the last stage. sometimes it adds a lot, like priest fic first stage was 18.5k, but with editing it became almost 28k.

Once I feel a fic is actually done and nothing needs to be added, I start to microedit. Nothing more than a sentence gets changed at a time, and my goal is to find tense, spelling, grammar, punctuation errors. more fine toothed comb. I also have my fic and a blank document side by side so I can add tags as I read through it so I don't forget something.

Usually in writing the fic, a title kind of just Happens. sometimes I need to really think about it, and I will often write several down and get opinions. Once I have a title (or deciding between some), complete tags, and a fic, I send it to my beta reader. another set of eyes is SO extremely helpful, and not even just for small errors I missed. some things that made sense to Me need more clarification because my beta reader can't read my mind. and if they are confused, readers likely will be, too. I also can ask if chapter breaks make sense or where they should be.

As I wait for my fic to be returned, or sometimes in procrastination of writing it, I start to find images for a tumblr post. If its a full fic, I like to make a moodboard, and share this with my beta reader too. If it's a pwp, I tend to use just one image. Soooometimes I make/find the images before I even write it lmao. Then I post it, make a tumblr post, and link to my ao3.

I also don't post until my fic is DONE. I am so impatient sometimes but with my first Hannibal fic, I was posting as I was writing and for me, it was really stressful not really knowing when it would end and what would happen next. I am happy and lucky it turned out and became a cohesive fic in the end, but that process was Not Ideal for me.

Not all ideas happen, though. some are more exciting to think of or talk about than to actually make happen. some I know will be long fics/a lot of work/take a lot of time so I hold off on those until I can give them more attention and time. Others take over my entire brain and I cannot rest until it is done.

[mad4detailing]

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[gali-la]

ooo questions for fanfic writers!! answer however many you'd like! <3

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits? 4. What detail in take everything with you (but leave the sun behind) are you really proud of? 15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written? 21. If you wrote a “missing scene” in Beneath the Skin, Through the Heart, what would it be? 42. Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason?

thank you!! ♥

So many juicy questions omg. i have to drop by your inbox too later >:) (once i check to see what's already been asked XD)

Okay!! for #2, oh boy, let's see...

the number one tag is "One Piece Bingo" with thirteen works, but by my decree, that doesn't count. MOVING ON, we've got "smut" with ten works and, yeah, that kind of fits. especially with the demon that was Kid week—hot damn, did i do smut for that. Next up is "Angst" with seven works, then "Established relationship" (6), "Alternate Universe—Modern Setting" (5), and finally, "Nightmares" (5). Honestly, the only one im surprised by there is "modern setting." i didn't think i wrote that many, though the rest of these sure fit imo. i do love my angst and smut XD

#4: What detail in take everything with you (but leave the sun behind) are you really proud of?

That's a tough one i do love this work a lot. hmm. I am gonna say im proud of the prose, though that's more of an overarching thing than a detail. Nonetheless, it's still a lil foray outside of my usual writing style and i enjoyed it <3

Now a detail so i can actually answer this question... im gonna say this bit towards the end:

"Her wings spread of their own accord, allowing her to feel the cold wind through her feathers once more. His first words to her came to mind. Hello, little bird. Would you like me to take you away from here? Yes, she chanted, yes, yes, please, anywhere you want to go."

It's precious to me. I don't know why,, it's got a lil undercurrent of "wow you are so fucked" but also peacefulness and i was jumping out of my skin to write it down <3

#15: What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written?

Oh my god this is so tough. It's stuck between two right now—one of them I've only written like, half a paragraph for (you know the one) so im gonna say it doesn't count yet.

Winner then has to be then my One Piece Demon Slayer AU. God, I wanna write more of this when i have the time, but right now, there's only one work out there in the realms: Pink is the Prettiest Color (if you check it out heed the tags!!). I just love both OP and KNY so much... and swords are so sexy... ANYWAY i've got like. a whole conspiracy for this au i believe ive cursed you with it in the past. SOMEDAY im gonna write more for it >:)

#21: If you wrote a “missing scene” in Beneath the Skin, Through the Heart, what would it be?

ahhhhhhh what a good question. I'm almost tempted to say "the wedding" but that's such a cliche answer let me think about it.

It's hard because that's one of my favorite works and I feel like it's pretty solid as is. Now, the question is—am i thinking of a scene i would like to have added, or a later addition/standalone that's connected but not required for the story? In the first case, I think a "experimenting with makeup" and such scene would have been cool. It's silly and small (and i have no fuckin clue how makeup works) I think it would have been a cool scene to further explore Rosi's newfound femininity. now, in the latter case, first thought that comes to mind is the honeymoon. skip the wedding, vows, whatnot, and straight to the married bliss. im a sap like that (also, more smut >:) I do love my katacora smut). I'm not sure if I'll ever add more to this, but these are tempting thoughts!!

Last but not least, #42: Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason?

ABSOLUTELY. I got one that is very nsfw so I will spare you that one—but another of my faves is a pair of comments on Pink is the Prettiest Color (1) (2). They were very sweet and flattering, of course, but I could also feel the love for the works and the love for both of the fandoms!! They melt me <3

Of course, all essay comments also hold a very dear place in my heart. they make me want to cry every time i see them—like, oh my god, someone enjoyed my work that much?? holy cow asdfsjfovhs

Thank you for the questions, my dear dear gen <3 these are so much fun to think about

(dang this post got long. Here's the questions if anyone wants to ask away/reblog for themselves!)

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Baldur's Gate 3 update 3 is available to download on PC(Steam). According to the official BG3 patch notes, the latest addressed over 200 bugs and improvements. Changes include fixes in various categories such as crashes, multiplayer, combat, gameplay, journal, flow, and scripting. Apart from this, Baldur's Gate 3 patch 3 also adds improvements in cinematics and UI. Previously, a big BG3 update 1 added the bard class, playable gnomes, Swarm AI, and countless other improvements and fixes. Unfortunately, since the last update, players are facing various issues with the game. Read more details below. BG3 Patch Notes for Hotfix 3 - August 11, 2023 CRASHES AND BLOCKERS Fixed an issue with spell slots that would prevent you from levelling up while multiclassing. Fixed an edge case issue preventing you from initiating a Long Rest. Fixed a cross-save issue causing you to get stuck syncing indefinitely, which prevented saving and loading. Fixed a crash that would occur when selecting a summon without a hotbar while a deck in the hotbar was maximised. MULTIPLAYER Fixed the Hireling UI from being split in half on each monitor in splitscreen. Fixed some visual artefacts appearing on split-screen when using Vulkan. Wyll now correctly recognises and confronts Karlach when you speak to him with a Karlach avatar after another avatar has already spoken to him. COMBAT The guards in the Counting House will now continue pursuing you through the vault room. Fixed the camera not working correctly in Fixed a bug that would let you use the Hide action outside of your turn in combat. Increased Isobel's AC to restore the intended balance. Increased Glitterbeard's HP and Dexterity and gave him the Shield spell. Added the NPCs in the drider's convoy to the same combat group. Fixedspawn on top of an explosive mine. Fixed an issue where gnolls took too much time to react during the start of their turn after their pack leader attacked them. CHARACTER CREATION Fixed mismatches between colours in Character Creation and in game, mainly affecting horns. AUDIO When things go south in Crèche Y'llek, the music now goes from mellow to metal. GAMEPLAY Fixed an issue preventing you from talking to Withers in Act 3. Companions can now also trigger various tutorial pop-ups. Scratch can now find digging spots by himself. Fixed a hatch in the Emerald Grove not unlocking after a successful check. The Devil's in the Details achievement can now be achieved by all party members, including followers. Fixed an issue with crimes that meant you wouldn't get caught committing a crime if another party member had already committed a more severe crime and resolved it peacefully. You now consistently get the Bloodless condition the morning after Astarion bites you. Fixed a bug allowing you to spam party members' voiced lines near the log where you can recruit Karlach. Wyll no longer says you should find and slay Karlach after you've recruited her. If Jatlo is still disguised after the shadow curse has been lifted, he will now drop his disguise when attacked. Made sure Youth Vis'kiir looks like he's cleaning before you talk to him in Crèche Y'llek. Fixed the hatchery and infirmary map markers in Crèche Y'llek. will no longer permanently leave the party if Removed ownership from the portraits of Lohse and Sebille so that taking them is not a crime. Increased the bounds of the Inquisitor's room in Crèche Y'llek so that the game doesn't think you've left if you enter one of the side rooms. When playing as Shadowheart, telling Astarion about your affiliation with Shar now affects his approval rating. Astarion will now be better at remembering whether you've seen his back. You can no longer loot the items belonging to the Inquisitor in Crèche Y'llek without consequence. Fixed the range indicators on the orthon's quickly ticking mines.

Fixed the explosion VFX for the toy chest in the barn in Wyrm's Crossing. Added a proper name to a note in Sharess' Caress. Removed duplicated furniture in the Elfsong Tavern. Made a door in the Elfsong Tavern indestructible. Fixed edge cases where characters would not correctly attach to the game grid, causing knock-on issues. JOURNAL Fixed the journal not updating after you meet the pale individuals at Fraygo's Flophouse. The journal now updates correctly for the Rescue the Trapped Man quest. Dame Guisarme now reacts more accurately to your progress in the Investigate the Murders quest. Fixed an inaccurate line in the Help the Hag Survivors quest. Fixed a misleading journal update in the Find the Mushroom Picker quest. Updated Wyll's map marker to make a quest objective more precise. Made it easier to resolve the Wake Up Art Cullagh quest if you follow up with Art. Fixed a confusing map marker and added an extra step for clarity in the Find the Nightsong quest. Improved the journal entry flow for the Solve the Open Hand Temple Murders quest. FLOW AND SCRIPTING Fixed Shadowheart's dialogue on theplaying twice when playing as Avatar Lae'zel. Removed a dialogue option that's no longer relevant when talking to Karlach. Made sure you get Astarion'sscene at camp if you discover his secret through other means. Fixed Astarion mentioning things that haven't happened yet if you romance him early on. Fixed Avatar Gale's hunger not progressing if doesn't meet Tara before leaving the nautiloid crash site. Fixed an issue that prevented Brakkal from triggering the correct dialogue when he's being released if his goblin guards left with Minthara for the raid. Minthara now reacts more appropriately if you kill all the tieflings. Removed unnecessary VFX in a dialogue with Raphael at Last Light. Fixed Glut saying the wrong line when he reanimates a spore servant. Made the dialogue options with Therezzyn more relevant if you've already been to the hatchery. Fixed the same dialogue option appearing twice when interacting with the Mirror of Loss. Kled will now play the correct dialogues in Old Garlow's Place. Made sure Lakrissa and Alfira don't appear in the Elfsong Tavern if you didn't save them. Fixed a line aboutappearing in a dialogue at camp if you haven't met him yet. You can no longer askon two separate occasions. Fixed some wrong lines playing when you reach a late stage of the game. Fixed Toobin thinking you have a runepowder bomb when you don't. Fixed Havkelaag accepting the gith egg via dialogue when he doesn't have enough gold for it, and made it impossible to pickpocket back if you sold it to him. Korrilla is now better at recognising how you responded to Raphael's deal. Swapped two couples in the Elfsong Tavern so that they sit at the right tables. Fixed Jaheira not returning to her human form once she leaves your party. Fixed some incorrect options showing up in dialogue with Halsin about a particular drow couple. UI Made Blue Behir Dice permanently available on all platforms with just the base game. Fixed the UI seemingly disappearing because the game thinks a character is still in a dialogue, which could happen when going into a dialogue in the middle of combat. Fixed the Attack button disappearing from the dialogue UI after loading a savegame made during a dialogue. CINEMATICS Made sure that you get a certain dialogue with Voss at camp. Fixed a repeating dialogue when talking to Gale while Wild Shaped. Fixed Astarion repeating information about his master if you speak to him twice in a row. Fixed Astarion oversharing about his master a little too early. Fixed a leg twitch in a conversation between Shadowheart and a certain dame. Moved the Dark Urge to a different pod on the nautiloid to prevent the wrong dialogue from playing. Fixed Astarion's knife not being held against dragonborn throats correctly during his recruitment dialogue at the beach.

Made general improvements to a dialogue at camp with Astarion. Added a missing animation for Karlach in Astarion's recruitment dialogue. Gale's head now rests correctly on his bedroll pillow. Cleaned up pops and mocap issues in the dialogue where Gale teaches you a spell. Fixed Gale's arms clipping with his thigh. Fixed where characters are looking and facing in the dialogue where Gale reveals his history. Fixed Wyll's head jitters and strange turns during his recruitment dialogue. Made general improvements to cameras, facial reactions, and movements in a dialogue at camp with Wyll. Cleaned up the mocap in the scene where Lae'zel is suspended in a cage. Tall characters' hands no longer clip with their face when interacting with Karlach in a romantic moment. Adjusted Edowin's pose in the dialogue with him and his siblings in the forest. Fixed a corpse in the Goblin Camp from standing back up when you use Speak with Dead on it. Tweaked the cameras and facial expressions in the dialogue with Halsin during the celebration at camp. Fixed clipping with a statue in a camp dialogue at night with Gale. Fixed animation issues if you turn down Gale in the dialogue where he teaches you a spell. Adjusted some hand positions when interacting with the console on the nautiloid. Shadowheart is now sitting in a better pose when fiddling with her mysterious artefact during her camp scene. Fixed emotions and facial expressions in dialogues with Shadowheart, Omotola, and Minthara. Fixed a camera shot when talking to the mind flayer on the beach. Fixed an irrelevant line playing in a camp dialogue with Shadowheart. Fixed dragonborn players turning in the wrong direction after Astarion's bitey scene at camp. Fixed Roland and Lia looking in the wrong direction in their dialogue in the Emerald Grove. Fixed a camera issue in a dialogue with Silfy in the Emerald Grove. Fixed characters' legs clipping into the ground when looking through the telescope in the Emerald Grove. Fixed some mocap-related pops in a dialogue with Cerys in the Emerald Grove. Fixed a pop for one of the ogres in the Blighted Village. Fixed some camera issues and removed a ring from the background in the dialogue where Crusher asks you to kiss his foot. Improved facial expressions, camera shots and other issues in Shadowheart's recruitment dialogue at the Goblin Camp. Fixed a twisting forearm in a dialogue between Lae'zel and Voss at camp. Fixed characters clipping into each other when they're feeling ill at camp. Characters now appear correctly in the dialogue with the bugbear in the forest. The ogre's weapon is also now hidden. Fixed the camera clipping into the ground when speaking with your Dream Visitor at camp. Cleaned up the animations when Sceleritas Fel tells the Dark Urge to commit a certain misdeed. Fixed halflings' thumbs clipping through the Soul Coin when speaking to Nadira. Made general improvements to cameras, facial expressions, and animations for a romance dialogue with Wyll. Fixed some camera issues in the dialogue with Oskar in the Zhent hideout. Lae'zel is no longer invisible during Shadowheart's recruitment dialogue by the Chapel. Cleaned up some mocap and made general improvements in the dialogue with Glut. Removed an incorrect animation during the dialogue with The Necromancy of Thay. Fixed a minor clip when speaking to Sovereign Spaw in the Underdark. Fixed feet not making contact with the ground when using Feather Fall to leap into the Underdark. Fixed an animation issue when exchanging noblestalk with Derryth in the Underdark. Fixed a head pop in the scene on the raft in the Underdark. Fixed Lae'zel's crossed eyes in the dialogue with Lady Esther near Rosymorn Monastery. Fixed a couple of lines related to Zorru and Crèche Y'llek playing at the wrong moment. Fixed the position of characters' feet to prevent clipping, and moved Lae'zel to prevent her looking the wrong way in Crèche Y'llek.

Added fade-ins and -outs and tweaked the facial expressions in the dialogue with Kansif in the Shadow-Cursed Lands. Hid a goblin floating in the background when talking to the drider in the Shadow-Cursed Lands. Fixed paddle hands in the scene where Harpers ambush the drider's convoy in the Shadow-Cursed Lands. Fixed the drider jittering and cameras looking the wrong way when you examine the Harpers' bodies after the ambush in the Shadow-Cursed Lands. Fixed some animations and camera issues in the dialogue with Harper Skywin in the Shadow-Cursed Lands. Fixed one of Jaheira's lines getting cut off in the dialogue with her at Last Light. Fixed the timing of Marcus' wing flap animation when he flies away from Last Light. Fixed a dagger appearing beneath the Strange Ox at Last Light if you use Speak with Animals on it. Fixed Jaheira looking like she sinks into the ground on certain lines. Fixed a barrel clipping with Thisobald Thorm's pipes. Thisobald Thorm's tubes no longer twitch and twist. Fixed head angles and pops in a dialogue with Araj and Astarion at Moonrise. Fixed camera and character placement issues in a dialogue with Jaheira at Moonrise. Fixed some camera angles in a dialogue with Araj at Moonrise. Fixed the lipsyncing for a rat in the Gauntlet of Shar. Made sure large characters don't block or clip into Shadowheart when you arrive in Removed certain pale individuals from the background of a camp dialogue. Fixed a duplicate line in dialogue with Gortash in Wyrm's Crossing. Cleaned up the animations for Izzy, the girl trying to sneak into the circus. Fixed hirelings clipping into whoever's talking in the dialogue with Zethino in the circus. Fixed character placement and clipping issues in a camp scene at the Elfsong Tavern. Cleaned up the mocap in the dialogue with Allandra Grey in the Water Queen's House. Fixed the pacing of how a certain character in the House of Grief is revealed. Fixed where companions and Shadowheart are looking when meeting a particular character in the House of Grief. Fixed some facial expressions and camera issues in the dialogue that plays after Gortash is defeated. Fixed several snaps and twitches in the dialogue with the pale individuals at Fraygo's Flophouse. Improved the facial expressions and timing when talking to Lady Flux in the Guildhall. Fixed an issue with where characters are looking in the dialogue with Aradin at Sorcerous Sundries. Fixed the wrong animation being used when closing Added new camera shots in a romance dialogue with Halsin and in dialogues in the Stormshore Tabernacle. Made sure the chains are no longer there after you free Fixed an animation to avoid clipping for halflings male when they hold Fixed Astarion jittering in a dialogue by a particular pool. Made sure characters don't stay in their Wild Shape in an endgame cinematic dialogue. Fixed excessive neck twisting in an endgame dialogue. Fixed some mocap-related pops in an endgame dialogue with Wyll. Fixed an issue in one of Karlach's final dialogues, causing it to end too early. Fixed a line being cut off in a game over dialogue. Fixed some issues with Wyll's mocap in an endgame dialogue. Fixed pops in an endgame dialogue with Gale. Fixed an issue preventing one of Karlach's final scenes from triggering and made sure she's wearing her camp clothing in romance dialogues. Fixed the wrong characters appearing in a cinematic shot near the end of the game. Download free Baldurs Gate 3 update 3 on PC (Steam).

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Fanfic Recommendations - Loki Edition

Note: These are all the fanfics of Loki Laufeyson/Odison/Friggason/Whatever son you want him to be. I highly recommend reading these as I will also leave my personal review. PLEASE READ THE WRITERS BOUNDARIES/WARNINGS AS YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION IS AT YOUR OWN RISK. These are all series or one shots!

Updated frequently as of July 22nd, 2022

One More Week - @sarahscribbles / Smut, 18+ Content

(one shot) the smut in this is absolute perfection. i love how descriptive she is in her writing and how she really brings dom!loki to life while in this intimate moment.

New Jewelry - @stuckylaufeyson / Smut, 18+ Content

(one shot) i live and breathe for smut & y’all this is SMUT. this has literally been stuck in my head and i find myself going back to re-read it.

Hear Me Now - @lokisprettygirl / 18+ Content

(ongoing series) oh my god y’all, i absolutely love how jotun!loki is the main center in this series. bluey is so adorable and i can’t get enough of him. he has my whole heart and i’m excited for the upcoming updates.

Ease Yourself - @yellowwritingpages / Smut, 18+ Content

(one shot) another smutty fic that i always find myself going back to. the intimate details and loki being so caring. absolute perfection.

Shadows of the Past - @vbecker10 / Fluff, Angst, Smut might be added later on so read warnings

(on going) i am completely addicted and obsessed with this series. the angst, the fluff, oh my god. i could go on and on but the writing is outstanding with the different pov’s. loki is very adorable in this series and i would whole heartedly give him the world.

Secrets - @michelleleewise / Fluff, Smut might be added on later, again read warnings

(ongoing series) i love this series a lot, like a lot. there aren’t many loki x plus-size reader fics out there but this series is amazing at really bringing the characters and story to life.

The Prince and the God - @michelleleewise / Smut might be added later, read warnings!

(ongoing series) - LORDDDD when i tell y’all this series is a masterpiece. slow burn fics are my favorite thing in the world and i would give my whole heart for the absolute art of work that is this series. friends to lovers will be the absolute death of me.

Little Maid - @yellowwritingpages / 18+ Content, HEAVY filthy smut

(ongoing series) this series has me in a literal chokehold. i live for dark!loki fics. the absolute filth in this series is a YES. rockie’s writing is so amazing and the way she writes smut is outstanding.

Even In Hades I Am With You - @cherienymphe / 18+ Content

(one shot) i love mythology and this twist with dark!loki is ✨ chef’s kiss ✨ i absolutely love this blog and all of their content, their loki fics are top tier.

I Will Love Her From The Grave - @wheredafandomat / 18+ Content, Contains Smut

(one shot) woah, when i tell y’all that i cried. the author does an amazing job of really telling the emotions of her characters especially loki. this fic sent me through a whirlwind of emotions but i loved every second of it.

The Glass Slipper - @lokiprompts / FLUFF OVERLOAD

(one shot) THE FLUFF. honestly the fluffiest loki fic i have ever read. morgan and lokes are so adorable 🥺 i love it so much, the author is outstanding.

Only Us - @tricksterlokilaufeyson / fluff, fluff, just loki in love

(one shot) when i tell you i was crying. loki had me in a puddle of tears when he asked “what if i hurt you?” i love how the author was able to bring so much emotion and vulnerability between loki & the reader. i’m in my loki feels.

A Dutiful Disaster - @cake-writes / Smut, 18+ Content

(ongoing series) slow burn and smut match made in heaven. one of the first loki series i ever read, i still go back to reread it when i need inspiration for my own works. also arranged marriage trope with moody!loki, yes i’m here for that.

Dove - @rosaline-black / Fluff

(one shot) the cutest fic i have ever read. i had to reread it a couple times bc i couldn’t get over how cute and unique this story is. the female lead is a greenhouse witch and loki is his usual, flirty, adorable self. in love.

Transgressions - @lokisgoodgirl / Smut, 18+ Content

(ongoing series?) ok there’s two parts to this fic and i’m obsessed with it. the smut is absolutely EVERYTHING. jealous loki? yes. possessive loki? yes. dom loki? YES. in part 2, he submits to her and i was screaming.

Dr. Laufeyson - @wheredafandomat / Smut, 18+ Content

(ongoing series) loki or as i should call him dr. laufeyson is so hot in this like yes be my sex therapist. honestly i feel what y/n is going through but their chemistry is so good. i’m addicted to see what happens next each chapter.

Creature Comforts - @mochie85 / Fluff

(ongoing series) the writing in this is is absolutely phenomenal. loki is a sneaky and flirty little bastard which i live for. THE CLIFFHANGER had me on the edge on my seat. i’m practically on my toes for the next chapter.

Bred by a Jotun - @lokisprettygirl / Smut

(one shot) this is literally everything. i’m a whore for jotun loki but the smut in this is perfection. the ending had me screaming and i love how the author always writes jotun loki (our beloved bluey) so well.

Heavy Weighs the Crown - @munsons-maiden / Smut

(one shot) every single detail is written so beautifully, the smut is perfection and i couldn’t get enough of it. i was left feeling hot and bothered at the end, wanting and craving more. a true masterpiece delivered well.