#thank you for the ask jas 🫶

[goldrose-star]

go to a wedding with, go to a party with, go to a museum with

For Abigail, Clay and A.J!

I would go to a wedding with Clay, because yk, having him as company and maybe dancing with him or chatting with him would be great! Also, maybe the chance to see him in a suit? Or more formal clothes?? Yes please! This guy is already eye candy in just his washed out band shirts and stuff, so seeing him dressed up? Sign me the hell up! 💖😳

Go to a party with AJ because, well, she would either socialize with the few people she knows or hang out in a corner with me, having a drink and talking about topics that interest us both!

And go to a museum with Abigail! She likes art, so why not?? She'd also look hella cute wearing her black dresses or band shirts, depending on the weather. We could talk about different art pieces and exchange our interpretations about each portrait / sculpture or whatever is displayed there. She seems like great company 💖

[fightingdragonswithwho]

Hi :) we heard you might need a hug so we're here to offer our services. for free. or you know..for the low cost of that garbage people that are giving you grief. we'll take them off your hands, bite them real hard or something. whatever you need. did we mention we'd do it for free?

sending you all the hearts, directly to your soft, wonderful heart ❤💕

jas, my love 🥺 three things i adore: you, raccoon related threats and hugs!

that’s me reading this ��💗 thank you so much for the super sweet message, for taking the time to find the super cute raccoons and for being your supportive amazing self! i really appreciate it, this instantly made my day better and made me have the biggest smile <333

i adore you and sending all my love right back to you! 💕💘💗💗💕💘💗💘

[geminiiviolets]

I saw ur recent post about Idol Au! Circe and i return to bother u/j

I kind wanna see how you’d portray Circe and Juvia’s interactions and relationship in the idol au 👁️👁️💞

JAS YOUVE GIVEN ME A CHANCE TO TALK ABOUT MY OCS YOU CAN BOTHER ME ANYTIME 💝💘💘💕💕💘💖

anyways, I can totally see Circe and Juvia being really good friends! I’m gonna assume they met through Victoria bc she’s friends with Circe and mentoring co-connect. I can totally see Circe being really interested in Juvia’s jewelry making because that’s super cool and the two of them chatting about art! they’ve definitely discussed guitars too before! i can also see Circe gossiping to Juvia about the latest Poisoner drama, I’m just imagining him saying “Oh. my. god. Juvia, you’re never gonna believe the bullshit that Vil’s saying now” and then they talk for the next two hours

also them going to get their nails painted together????? definitely happened at some point.

[ellecdc]

hello! Hope you’re having a wonderful day! I was in the nail salon today and I had an idea for a poly!Marauders x reader.

what if Sirius and reader go and get their nails done, and Sirius is used to going, but reader isn’t really used to it so she’s kinda nervous.

I also feel like Remus would help her pick out her color and James would help her with the design and it just be all cute.

and when she goes she’s watching the lady do her nails the whole time and (without her knowing) Sirius takes a pic of her and sends it to their gc and it’s just all funny and fluffy and the boys compliment her on her nails and Remus tells her she did so good even though she was nervous.

just a thought! Love you and love your work so so much! Have a wonderful day! 🫶

hi sweets! this was a really sweet prompt, thanks for requesting! i ended up making the reader neurodivergent for this one!

poly!marauders x fem!reader who get's her nails done for the first time

CW: autistic reader, worries about overstimulation and new experiences, fluff central

Remus couldn’t tell who was more excited; Sirius, or James.

And perhaps the funniest part of that statement was the fact that James wasn’t even going. 

Sirius had fallen in love with having his nails done since school when Lily and Mary would do them for him. After graduating, Sirius had bought all of the tools necessary to do his own (or to run his own nail salon), but lacked the patience and steady hand that Lily had.

So, it had been years since Sirius started getting his nails done professionally, and whilst James wouldn’t mind joining him if it weren’t for the fact that they’d get ruined nearly immediately during practice, and Remus had a hard enough time spending money on things like clothing and other essentials for himself as it was, Sirius was very excited to finally have convinced you to tag along with him. 

There had been a trial run with Sirius’ tools to ensure you could handle the feeling of the buffing, grinding, oil, and someone basically restraining your hands for upwards of an hour.

“You’re sure it doesn’t hurt?” You asked again as the four of you walked through the mall towards the salon. 

“It shouldn’t, baby; Lihn will take good care of you.” He assured you (again) as he pulled you roughly into his side. 

“You’ve gone to her before?” 

“I have.” He agreed quickly. 

“Why aren’t you going to her today?” You questioned then, and Remus could tell you were purposefully slowing your stride. 

Remus was prepared to pinch Sirius in the ribs for the no doubt cheeky quip that was dancing on the tip of his tongue that would have sounded something like “are you gonna get your nails done or not, doll?” or “I’ve never had to convince Jamie this hard to give him the princess treatment”, but Sirius simply turned you towards him and pulled your face to his for a kiss.

“Because,” he started, pulling away only enough to rest his forehead against yours, “this is for you and Lihn is the best, and I’m happy enough to go to Kevin so that my girl can be spoiled. Okay?”

Remus and James shared a smile over the top of your heads as you let out a relenting sigh. “Okay.”

“Great!” Sirius continued as he pulled away from you and carried on down the hall. 

James quickly took over for Sirius and wrapped his arms around your shoulders so you were forced to wear him like a backpack as the two of you shuffled your way after Sirius.

“They’re gonna look so pretty, angel.” James murmured into your hair. “What colour do you think you’ll get?”

You hummed and Remus watched as a divot appeared between your brows. “I…don’t know? What colours do you think they’ll have?” 

Remus hardly had a chance to grimace when they entered the salon to see the walls upon walls of different nail polishes. 

“Don’t be daunted, beautiful.” Sirius called to you from further in the salon as if already predicting your concern. “Come check these out.”

You looked to Remus for encouragement that he was more than happy to give, offering you a nod as he and James followed dutifully behind you. 

Sirius had four rings of sample colours ready for you, and as if already expecting your hesitation, James shielded the several others hanging on the end of a table from your view. 

“The trick, doll, is holding your finger underneath them, like this…” Sirius instructed, pausing to demonstrate by holding a colour above his own finger, “that way you can see which colour works well with your skin tone.”

You hummed in cautious understanding and shuffled through the colours, and Remus could feel the hesitation radiating off your being as you passed one to Sirius in exchange for another.

“What about this one, angel?” James asked quietly, pulling out his choice and holding it over your finger. “That one looks nice, yeah?”

You hummed in agreement and looked over to Sirius for confirmation. “That’s a great choice, Jamie.” He confirmed.

You nodded resolutely then and held onto your sample for dear life. Remus wanted to shower you in kisses. 

“Oh Sirius! This must be Y/N! She’s just as pretty as you described.” The nail tech who he assumed was Lihn exclaimed as she moved towards the group of you. “You know what colour you’d like?”

You nodded and offered her the sample. “522?” Lihn confirmed, earning her another nod. “Wonderful choice. Sirius, would you like to show her to my chair?”

“It would be my honour.” Sirius quipped salaciously, bending low and offering you his arm like a proper gentleman and causing you to scoff. 

“Do you want your headphones, dove?” Remus asked before you got too far. You looked to Sirius who simply waited for your answer.

“No, I think I’ll be alright.” You decided. He nodded and James beamed at you.

“Just text us if you change your mind.”

Remus and James stood near the entrance until Sirius had you settled in the plushy salon chair and Lihn came back to her station with colour 522, and Sirius moved to sit at Kevin’s station.

“Are you sure we have to leave, moons?” James moaned as Remus began moving back towards the mall. “Can’t we stay and watch?”

“We’re gonna make her nervous, bubs.” Remus countered, though he didn’t completely disagree with James that this felt like the place to be.

But with one last look behind him, he saw you shoot them a look that read “go away, you’re embarrassing me” and he encouraged James away with one last wave in your direction. 

“Is this what you guys feel like when I win one of my games?” James asked as he held Remus’ hand; likely just as much to stop him from turning back to steal another look in the direction of the salon as it was affectionate in nature.

Remus chuckled and brought James’ hand to his mouth to press a kiss to his knuckles. “We haven’t won the game yet, Jamie.”

“I didn’t think Sirius could convince her to come at all; that’s a win in my books.” James added solemnly as they set off for their own little mall date.

They stopped at the sporting goods store which was a lot of fun for James and no fun for Remus. Then, they stopped at the bookstore which was a lot of fun for Remus and no fun for James.

Then, James found a hobby store that sold Magic the Gathering cards and Remus admittedly did have a lot of fun watching one of his greatest loves flit around like a kid in a candy shop.

He pulled his phone out without registering that it had dinged just moments before when he saw a new message in the group chat. 

“Pads sent us a picture.” He called to James who came running as if he didn’t have his own phone in his own pocket which would have received the same picture. 

The picture which saw you sitting on your calves as you leaned over the table, tongue poking out between your teeth in concentration as if you were the one doing the careful work.

“Oh moons, can we please go see them?” James begged in the middle of the hobby store, staring up at him with hopeful hazel eyes and Remus found himself powerless to deny him (or himself) of exactly that.

Remus attempted to look casual whilst James made no such effort and craned his neck as they walked past the salon.

Sirius was in a chair facing the door and shot them a wink before looking over at you.

You were sitting with your back to the entrance but were still perched on your knees in a way that made Remus’ scream in agonising sympathy, but looked far more relaxed than even Sirius’ picture painted you to be.

You were no longer watching every one of the nail tech’s movements, but were happily conversing with her with enough enthusiasm that Remus could recognise you were struggling not to use your hands for emphasis. 

This was probably one of the things that worried you so about coming here; you didn’t particularly like having to converse with people you weren’t completely familiar with without a buffer (like when you attend parties with any of the boys), and were particularly shy about your tendency to take a subject and run with it out of excitement.

But Remus relaxed when he saw Lihn’s eyebrows raise at something you said and smiled as she responded equally as enthusiastically. 

His eyes fell back to Sirius who was smiling at him softly before giving him a nod as if saying “she’s okay”. 

The boys did one more lap around the mall before they (James) decided they couldn’t take it any longer and were just going to sit on the ground in the salon beside you until you were done.

Thankfully for Remus, by the time they returned to the salon, you and Sirius were standing at the desk to pay for the work, promising to message them when you were ready for a fill.

“Hi angel!” James greeted enthusiastically as you came speed walking over to them with a beaming smile on your face. “Did you have fun!?”

You nodded quickly as Sirius sidled up behind you. “It wasn’t bad at all! And Lihn was very nice.” You pressed causing Sirius to paste on a proud sort of smirk.

“Well? Let us see!” Remus encouraged, holding his hands out to you which you quickly placed yours in so he could examine the nails.

James really had picked out the perfect shade for you, and Remus felt pride swell in his heart when he realised how hard it must have been for you to sit that still for that long in that sort of environment. 

“You did s’well, dove.” Remus murmured quietly, causing you to look up at him in a startled sort of awe. “I know that all of the sounds and the people were probably a lot; you were so brave to try something new that you were worried might be too much for you.” 

“I think it helped that I was prepared for it.” You admitted shyly, trying to pull your hands away from Remus only to have them snatched up by James.

“See? And you all called my practice run silly.” Sirius scoffed.

“No, we said it was silly to go to the salon when you could’ve just done them for her.” Remus corrected.

“Shush, you.” Was the only response he got.

“What is this, baby?” James cooed quietly, twisting your fingers oh-so delicately as he brought them closer to his face.

Remus delighted in the bashfulness that coloured your expression.

“Did you get stickers?” He continued when you didn’t answer.

You hummed in acknowledgement before looking at Remus shyly. “I got one for my moon, my sun, and my stars.”

And sure enough, Remus re-examined your nails and there were a few fingers with a special embellishment; one crescent moon, one sun, and a few dainty stars.

Remus made what was probably a rather embarrassing cooing sound as he brought your fingers to his lips but he couldn’t bring himself to care at the sound of your shrill giggle when James basically tackled you into a hug.

“Our sweet. Brave. Wonderful. Girl!” James punctuated each word by stamping a kiss to your head. 

“We should go somewhere, we should celebrate; what would you like, dove? How would you like to celebrate? Ice cream? Take away? A new book?”

Sirius barked a laugh when James groaned at the thought of going back to the bookstore, but you just looked at Remus like he hung the…well…moon.

“I think I’d like to just go home, Rem.” You said with a smile so wide, Remus wondered how it didn’t hurt.

“Okay, but can we stop on our way home for takeaway? Being pampered is hungry work.” Sirius added solemnly as he ushered you towards the parking lot whilst he explained how it was essential you allow him to ride this high because the boys never offer him takeaway after a nail appointment.

“Well moons, is this what it feels like when you watch me win?” James asked then as he took Remus’ hand in his and trailed after you two.

“Yeah, Jamie,” he agreed with a squeeze of his hand, “this is exactly what this feels like.”

[yes-ihavealwaysbeengreen]

anything related of Anders??

prob some fluff where this menacing teddybear is all lovey-dovey with his girl?? or, or some teammates to lovers??

anything really, I just need something for this man as there AREN'T ENOUGH FICS ABOUT HIM!! Gosh, I need him like air 😭😫

Btw, I adore your writing 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Thank you so much, love! I am so obsessed with Anders and you're right, there is seriously NOTHING for him. Send as many ideas you want, I'll do my best to answer them. And let me know if you want a smutty follow up.

Anders Lassen x Female Reader

Warnings: 18 + for language, blood, and canon typical violence.

Living for Later

The situation was grim at best. The soldiers in their crisp white uniforms had varying degrees of expression, from confusion to anger, and the worst of all glee. The glass case at your back digs in, the sharp edge leaving an imprint and the gun slips from your fingertips. The last of your bullets expended on the men bleeding out onto the soles of your boots. 

“Shit,” you whisper, reaching behind you for the handle on the case, seeing the axe behind it from the corner of your eye. Behind the men, you see Apple's face a reflection of the anger you feel. It wasn’t supposed to go down like this. Apple quickly looks behind him, talking to someone on the ground and you strain to see anything when the soldiers close in. Two men grab each of your arms and another puts his hand around your throat. Something similar had happened the night before but this was a much less pleasant experience. You close your eyes when he moves closer whispering to you in his filthy tongue and you flinch away. 

The group laughs as he pulls back to spit in your face. You open your eyes and see the shine of a knife and start thrashing doing everything in your power to escape. Apple finds your eyes and a smile splits across his face. You’re ready to curse him at every language you know when the first wail of pain reaches your ears. 

Your heart pounds as you see the wide shoulders of Anders Lassen spear his way through the soldiers. He’s down to his last two arrows and he digs it into the eye of the one holding you, spraying blood onto the wall like a work of modern art. He’s seriously outnumbered and you look around when the axe catches your eyes. Ripping open the case you grab the axe and shout, “Anders!” He turns and grins, grabbing the axe and letting loose the beast you’d only seen twice before. 

Moving along the wall, you reach where Apple is watching his mouth wide. One of the men tries to grab the axe when Anders kicks him in the throat, shouting, “My woman gave that to me!” Before planting the axe in his head. Anders heaves, his shirt coated in blood before he turns to you with a smile, “You okay, love?” Like he didn’t just brutally butcher a group of enemy soldiers. 

You giggle and his smile grows as he crowds you against the wall, lifting your head with one finger his eyes checking over every inch of you. “Are you hurt, Min Elskede?” he asks quietly, his finger tracing over your cheek before he holds your face in his hands. 

“No,” you shake your head, the adrenaline slowly leaving your body, slumping against his body, “you killed them before they had the chance.” 

“I would burn the world down for you,” he presses his forehead to your own, “you know that, right?” 

“I know,” you reach up and press your lips to his own, “the feeling is mutual.” 

“While this is very romantic, being covered in blood, and kissing after just saving her life. We need to get moving,” Apple interrupts, wincing when you both glare at him. 

“Ja, we need to save the world, blah, blah, blah,” Anders grabs your hand tugging him behind you, “lead the way, Apple.” Apple starts up the stairs and Anders goes to follow but stops turning to give you a look that leaves your panties dripping, “this isn’t over, later you’re mine,” he presses his mouth to your own and you moan feeling his tongue tangle with you own, before he pulls away and pulls you up the stairs. 

You make a promise to live going up those stairs because you really wanna make it to later.

Do you want later? Let me know because that rope is giving me some thots.

[volturissideslut]

hii wanted to ask u if u may could do jasper hale & fem human reader n reader has been struggling to fall asleep for weeks n how jasper would help her by cuddling her comforting her etc etc yk i love jasper with all my heart his my biggest comfort person n i would really appreciate it!!🫶🏻

I just found ur account n i love ur writings sm pls never stop writing!!🫶🏻have a great day/night n stay hydrated 🫶🏻🫶🏻

𝕵𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖊

"Darlin, why are you still up?" his voice rang out into the darkness as he felt you shift against him again, breaking the silence in the room. "You haven't been sleeping properly for days now, sweets, please get some rest." His tone reveals the true depth of his worry, even through his whispers, only to be more pronounced with the soft kiss he presses into the crown of your head.

"It's not like i'm not trying," your voice waivers, and he already knows you're barely holding back frustrated tears of exhaustion. "I'm tired. So, so tired, but I just can't fall asleep." You whine into the crook of his neck and his heart breaks a little for you because there's nothing he can really do for you.

"What can i do, darlin'. Tell me how i can help you. Anything at all." he speaks into your hair, squeezing you a little closer to him and rubbing small circles into your back, feeling at least a little of your tenseness leave you. "whatever you need"

Your heart warms at this and you feel a few tears leave you. From love, frustration, or pure exhaustion you're not sure but you start crying. Jasper holds you impossibly tighter at the sound of your sniffles until the pressure grounds you enough to calm down and use your words.

"Can you use your gift, please?.." Your voice is so small, it's almost enough to stop his initial shock. "I know you don't use your gift on me much, but i just need it to settle me down. You don't have to if-" but before you can even finish your sentence you can feel a deep calmness settling into your bones, a heavy tiredness weighing on your body, a hazed feeling behind your eyes leaving them to drop shut.

"Thank you Jas, love you" you mumble into his neck and settle into sleep knowing he'll hear you.

"I love you too, darlin'. I love you too"

[ichikopotato]

I hope I’m not disturbing you but can I request a maybe..bill smut? 2009-2010 maybe 😭 where he’s just saying such sweet things to the reader and the reader just goesss absolutely dumb from it , thank you and I love your writings soo much ♥️

YESYESSSYESSSSSSSARGRGDHDJDJD

✮⋆˙ pairings : 2009 B. Kaulitz ᡣ𐭩

✮⋆˙ warnings : smut (obvi) softdom! bill, sub! reader, reader is a cutie patootie, sweet bill, praising kink, begging, implied second round, overall just a soft, sweet bill. ᡣ𐭩

✮⋆˙ a/n : yall, this is mfing hell week at school. I have this fuckin project due at 12, currently writing this at 10:24 PM!!! ᡣ𐭩

-> IT WAS A COZY AFTERNOON with your boyfriend, Bill. You both were snuggled up together in your bed, watching TV. It was the first act of affection you gotten for the whole day, ever since your boyfriend was gone off to the studio working for a new album.

You were snuggled up in his chest, your leg’s tangled up together. His chin rested onto your head, as he kissed it softly. As the credits rolled out, you felt something hard on your lower back.

“Baby, is that the remote?” You smile, asking him. He smirked, turning around so you straddled his waist. “Nein, honey. Wan’ me to show you sweetheart?” He muttered, smiling as his voice got lower.

You stutter, blushing softly as you realised what it was. You nodded, biting your lower lip. “Ja, please baby.” As he pulled you into a kiss, smiling softly.

He groaned, unbuttoning your pajamas. He pulled away, removing his pajamas as well leaving you both naked. He moaned softly, rubbing your clit. “Wan’ this, schatz? want me to make you feel good?”

He chuckled, kissing your cheek. He slowly inserted his fingers into your sopping wetness, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. “Feels good, Hübsches Mädchen?” “Willst du mehr? Ja? Coming right up, honey.” “My sweet girl, Das ist hübsch für mich.” “Want me to kiss you? s’cute.”

You felt your stomach flipped around at his words, as the coil in your stomach got tighter. “m’close, bill..” you moan out, holding onto his shoulders. You whimper, releasing all over his fingers.

He cooed, kissing you softly. He slowly pulled his fingers out of you, licking it clean. Bill slowly positioned himself at your entrance, before pushing inside, groaning. “C’mon, baby. Ride me, kay?” He smiles.

You nodded, slowly riding him. He groaned, grabbing your hips. “Go faster f’me, sweet girl.” As you obeyed, riding him at a steady pace. You moan, your breasts bouncing up and down, as he massaged them gently.

“Such a good girl f’me, baby.” “Doing so well, fuck— keep riding me like that.” “Gonna make you ride me more often now, baby.”

Something occurred in your pussy at his gentle words, making you ride him faster than you did before.

As you ride him faster, you tighten around him, moaning n’ whimpering. “You close, pretty?” He grunted. You nodded, whining as you came all over him. You moaned, your legs shaking as you rode out your highs together.

He panted, gulping. He pulled you into a passionate kiss, moaning softly. Your hands tangled up in his hair, as your tongues danced together.

You both pull away, panting and flustered. He kissed your neck, leaving a little hickey.

“Can you take more, Mein hübsches Baby?”

guess you won’t be getting any sleep tonight.

OMG FLOP. IM SO SORRY, ILL BE DELIVERING SLAY NEXT TIME. THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT WITH ME, FOR YOUR LOVE AND SUPPORT, THANK YOU🫶🏻 I LOVE YOU ALL ANGELS, STAY SAFE💋

[s4pphic-sh3nan1gans]

do you have any bokris fic recommendations? really enjoying reading your bokris asks! <3

thank you, anon! I really enjoy receiving and answering them 🥰

honestly I have sooooo many, I could easily spend hours on ao3 diving deep into the tag and listing them all here because there are SO many amazing fics and SO many talented writers!!! here's just a handful of some of my faves:

the thrill and the dark, of the hunt and your eyes by @sizzlingsheepcheesecake - I adore this fic!!! bokris as vampires, enemies to lovers... it's *chef's kiss*

I got you by @fruitybashir - hot (very hot) and emotional 🫠 they're so in love

give me up til eleven by @185northgower - CUTE bokris first kiss!!!

not meant to like boys by @hazzybat - the perfect mix of hot and angsty <3

somethin' 'bout you makes me feel like a dangerous... by @fullmoonsnstars - smutty bokris backstage shenanigans 🤭

I got a hole inside my heart to be your girl by anonymous - lesbian bokris my beloved!!! and this is hot as fuck

ja mislim da sam se zaljubio by @mogoce-nocoj - I LOVE slow realisation of feelings! 🫶

just to name a few! ❤️ there's so many more I love, these are just ones I read or re-read recently :)

[daisies-daydreams]

Could you please do one where koing sees us showering and joins?

Header Credit: @ave661

Pairing: König x F!Reader

Category: Smut (18+)

Warnings: Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Creampies, Shower Sex, Wall Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Swearing

Word Count: 1.4k+

A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for your request! 🫶 I hope you enjoy this steamy fic (pun absolutely intended).

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You hummed and swayed your hips side to side as you scrunched your fingers through your soapy locks. You sighed as the warm water cascaded over your body, each drop relaxing your tense muscles.

Your eyes snapped open and you gasped at the sound of the shower curtain being tugged over. Your giant lover, König, stood in front of you with a hungry look. His half hard cock twitched between his muscular thighs as he stared at you with his icy blue eyes.

“Mind if I join you, mein Hase?” he cooed as he already took a step inside. You slowly lowered your arms from over your breasts as you nodded. König hummed as he came chest to chest with you, the stream of water beating against his taut upper back. He tilted his head as he tucked a strand of wet hair behind your ear. You bit your lip as your eyes raked down his chiseled, naked form. His breath hitched as you traced your hands over his wide pecs.

“Sorry…could you-“ you nodded towards the shower head. He hummed before stepping out of the way, letting you turn back around and rinse your hair out. “Thank you…mein großer Bär,” you husked. König’s breath stuttered as you arched your back. A wave of heat washed over you as the tip of his flush, heavy cock slid against your ass. You blinked as you looked over your shoulder.

“Could you please get my back?” you asked as you stuck out your bum a little more. You heard him swallow as he nodded. You sighed as he rubbed the soap into your skin, clenching your thighs together as his fingers worked out the knots in your muscles. König huffed as he pressed his front against your back, rocking his hips forward. You gulped as his thick shaft glided over your slick labia. You mewled as you gripped between the tiled of your shower as he thrusted forward, driving his girthy cock below your dripping sex.

“Mmm, liebling,” he grunted as his hand slipped between your thighs. You threw your head back as he drew slow, sloppy circles around your bundle of nerves. You whined as he thrusted his hips forward and moaned.

“Fuck,” he hissed between gritted teeth. You yelped as he kept pumping his cock between your legs, his deep moans filling your ears as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You cried out as your lover sank his teeth into your shoulder, the vibrations of his growl making you shiver. You yelped when he suddenly grabbed your hips and spun you around. His cock was soon replaced with the pads of his thick, heavy digits. You sighed and arched your spine as he teased your quivering hole.

“König, please,” you whined as he circled your entrance. You gasped when he squeezed your left breast with his other hand as he dipped his thick digits past the rim of your slick hole. You threw your head back against König’s shoulder as he brushed his rough thumb over your clit, circling it in time with his shallow thrusts.

“So tight for me,” he murmured in a low, gravely voice. You squirmed as he puckered his lips over your pulse as his fingers slipped deeper inside of your gummy walls. “Gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock, ja?” König groaned as his fat cock slid against your ass. A sudden cry escaped you as he curled his two thick fingers against your g-spot, stars sprinkling over your vision as he sped up his movements. Your eyes rolled back as you felt every crease of his digits slide between your fluttering walls.

“K-König, I’m going to-“ before you could finish, he suddenly slipped his fingers from your plush cunt. You knitted your brows as you turned your head to see him wearing a lustful smirk. You squeaked as he spun you around before taking handfuls of your asscheeks.

“I’m sorry, Liebling, but I want to feel this tight, pretty cunt squeeze my dick as I fill you with my cum,” he whispered. Your breathing stuttered as you swallowed thickly. He sighed and gripped your asscheeks in his massive hands. “Do you want me to fill you up, hm?” the Austrian asked before licking over the fresh hickey on your neck.

“Yes,” you moaned, your voice reverberating across the shower walls. König smiled before kissing your forehead.

“Good. Now…” he grunted as he suddenly dipped down and wrapped his massive arms beneath your thighs. You gasped as you snaked your arms around his thick neck as he lifted you against the wall. “Wrap your legs around my waist, Schatz,” König said. You bit your lip as he helped you adjust your legs, your cunt now brushing over his flush cock.

You shivered a little as your back was pressed against the shower wall. König sighed as he rested his forehead against yours before rocking his hips forward, the head of his cock grazing over your juicy slit.

“Please please please,” you begged as you trembled in his grasp. König licked his lips before slowly spearing you on his shaft. You dug your nails into his neck and upper back as you felt the thick, mushroomy tip of his dick slide into your pussy, the stretch already enough to make you whimper.

König shushed you gently as he shallowly pumped his cock inside of you, his muscular arms clenching beneath your thighs as he groaned into your ear. You dipped your head into his shoulder as your walls greedily sucked him in.

“Ah, look at you taking my cock so well, Liebling,” König grunted as your pussy fluttered around his cock. You dug your fingertips into his neck as he slowly pumped his cock inside of you, your hole quivering at the delicious push and pull of his shaft.

“God, baby,” you moaned as pleasure coursed through every inch of your body. The two of you signed as he thrusted his cock up into your stretched out hole, the soft plaps of his hips meeting yours drowned out by the pouring water above you.

“Yes, that’s it: squeeze my waist just like that,” König moaned as he picked up the pace. Little by little, the pressure inside your lower belly began to swell. You keened as you felt the tip of his fat cock smack against your cervix. “You still want me to fill you up, Maus?” he purred. You gulped, your tits rubbing against his pecs as you nodded.

“Please, König-I want to feel all of you,” you whined. The giant man groaned loudly before pistoning his dick inside your pulsing heat. You tilted your head back as your walls spasmed, your breathing becoming ragged as you curled your toes.

“K-König!” you wailed as your cunt hugged his girth. Your lover groaned.

“Mmm, you look so pretty when you cum, Hase,” he snarled as he railed his cock deeper and deeper. You gulped for air as you felt him roll his hips forward, his pupils constricting as his balls slapped against your ass. The two of you panted, the water well past warm as his thrusts began to stutter. “Ohhh mein Gott,” König grunted as his muscles tensed. You whimpered as your high began to wash away, your body burning with overstimulation as König fully pressed against you.

“(Y/N)!” he groaned as he snapped his hips forward. Both of you panted and moaned as his cock throbbed inside your tight canal, his hot load painting your walls stark white. You whined and panted, your eyes drooping as your giant lover whispered praises into your ear as he shot the last ropes of his thick cum deep inside you. König swallowed thickly before slowly opening his eyes, his arms still wrapped around the bottom of your thighs as he heaved.

“Shhh, I’ve got you,” he murmured as he lowered you onto the shower floor, your legs shaking like thin branches during a windstorm as you desperately clung to his back. König kissed your forehead before suddenly shivering. You smiled and giggled as the torrent of chilly water poured down his back. He quickly shut it off before turning back to you. You flushed as he cupped your cheek and brushed his thumb across your face.

“I’d say we should clean up…but we might have to wait a bit,” he chuckled.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

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[ninakoll]

long post incoming!! thank you all for your support and love, i've been having a lot of fun sharing my art on here this past year. i've especially enjoyed drawing enstars dreams, i have some more in the works :D and thanks for all the laughs too!! let's hope 2025 is kinder to you all in the world. please take care, everyone!! 💜

👇 i'm also answering some asks before the year ends !!! 👁️_👁️ 👇 some drawn, some text!

@kyokills YES!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE SO RIGHT!! i really like the role anzu played in the anime; her bond with trickstar is so sweet 😭😭. but imagine you go to school and have to be a producer/manager for so many units, then eichi makes that huge company and you get even more units to handle and make outfits for among all other things, also this one other producer weirdo in eden might be plotting to kill you sometimes? all this while you try to keep some kid who sometimes is possessed by the ghost of his sister from exploding and some weirdo named gatekeeper is gatekeeping your future ig. and on top if it all the game has the phonecall feature which scares me every time and this was a recent phonecall i saw. let anzu say fuck off in 2025!!!!

i DO love their dynamic so much!! the way ibara will never forgive yuzuru for something that was completely inevitable... OOOGGG. i am plotting a short comic about ibayuzu soon, for now have this screenshot of ibara going out of his way to be mean... stay tuned 2025...!!!

my overthinking ass has been sitting on this one for a while. is it ok to say thank you ?!!

@alchemial WAA thank you, i will immediately use my newfound voice for evil. all of crazy:b already failed step one of "never be a loser" and they will never recover 😢

this is the highest praise one can achieve ;_;. i hope my art and comics can keep cheering you up forever!! 😭😭😭 ill keep drawing!

🇪🇪 JEEE mega et arvustuse kirjutasid ja osalesid, see on tähtis!! jalg ukse vahele saada ja midagi sellist enda jaoks ära teha on ülihea; eriti kui see oli raske ülesanne. see on tõesti väga naljakas et see tuli selline riburada juhtumeid; alustades zine tõlkest ja lõpuks müürilehe võistluses osalemisega:D tubli oled!!

HIII ANON SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO RESPOND 😭😭😭 YOURE SO SWEEET AAAAAA im a lil speechless!!! but i'm so happy to hear you made it through finals and made it back home; your dad sounds like a complete sweetheart!! ;_; thank you so much for your support and love, so glad you enjoyed the Kohaku study drawing 🫶🫶🫶 hope you had a wonderful end of the year and that you have a safe and fun new years!! 💫💫💫

thank you all once again!! mwah mwah mwah mwah

[frescoisnotinthemilitary]

Not sure if this is how I send you asks but could you do a König x male baker reader? Like a fluff story? Like at some point Konig realizes he's in love with the sweet baker? If not that's fine too 🫶🏾🫶🏾 please?

Sweet Tooth

König x Male!Baker!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, and König being clueless about his feelings (Tags apply differently. Jokes about suicide, meant to be read with a light heart)

Pronouns for reader: you, he/him, reader is implied male

A/N: I really appreciate this opportunity to write for a character I haven't really written for or considered writing for in the past. I’ve also never written for a male reader before, so thanks so much for this ask! I’m also a firm believer that König drinks an unhealthy amount of hot chocolate. We’re talking 4+ cups on a normal day. I was given the idea and it kind of spiraled. He’s also shy and very pookie-coded here, I think.  Let me know if any of the German is wrong, I relied heavily on Google Translate for this. Also if I missed anything. I’ve read this so many times that the words are melting together and I just needed to post it. Sorry this took so long, I’ve been sick and it’s kicked my ass.

It was a bit of a shock, the first time he walked into the bakery. At almost seven feet tall, how could he not be a shock? 

Ding. The soft tinkle of the bell above the door alerts you to the presence of the morning’s first customer. You glance up, and the smile drops from your face, then immediately reappears. 

“Good morning! Take your time with the menu, and let me know when you’re ready to order.” Your voice cuts through the silence. “I’m going to go take some muffins from the oven, but I'll be back soon. Let me know when you're ready, alright?”

“Ja.” A man’s deep rumble sounded from under his dark veil. You notice his head tip back up toward the chalkboard menu as you slip through the swinging doors to the kitchen. 

When you return, holding a tray of still-warm muffins, he looks to you. “Bitte, ah, please, may I order?”

“Mhm,” you hum in response, your chest buzzing with the vibrato. “What would you like?” The air is filled for a moment with the quiet sound of each muffin tapping onto the glass display plate. 

“May I have a- a blueberry scone, and a medium, ah, large, hot chocolate, please?” He asks. You notice him picking at his gloves and shrinking down as if trying to appear smaller than he is. 

Maybe he’s shy. The thought makes you smile inwardly. “Yup. I’ll get those for you. Sorry for the wait, it’s just me this morning.” 

“Die Stille [hush], it is- do not worry. It is no problem.” 

Oh my god, he really is shy. 

“For here, or to go?” 

“To go. Danke.”

Several minutes later, you raise a hand in a slight wave as he leaves, paper bag and steaming cup clutched in one gargantuan mitt. “Have a good day.”

“Ja. You as well,” he replies. 

It becomes routine, after a while. At first, it was about once a week. Then, it was a few times. Now, Monday through Saturday, he’s the first customer in the bakery, often causing the bell to ring as soon as you flip the sign. 

It’s a typical Tuesday morning, about a month after he started coming in. You’ve already opened the door, he’s received his usual order, and you’re curious. “What’s your name?” You ask, the urge to inquire obscuring any boundaries you might cross. 

He considers lying for a moment, but you’ve been kinder than most. Always assisting him whenever you could, treating him like a human, not like an apathetic war machine. 

“König,” he answers. 

“König,” you repeat. “Isn’t that German for ‘king’? Are you German?” You can’t keep the questions in. They fall from your lips before you recognize that what you’ve asked is invasive. He’s a customer. He’s here to get cocoa and a scone, not be bombarded by questions he might not even want to answer. 

But the man seems unfazed. “Ja, it is German. However, I am from Austria, not Germany.” 

Thank god for those Duolingo lessons, you think. 

“Oh. I’m sorry for all the questions so suddenly, but what do you do for work? Do you work around here?” The embarrassment you felt at the barrage of questions leaving your lips ebbs, and you feel more comfortable asking them now. 

“Ah, well,” he hesitated. “I am a Marine. I am a colonel. I work on the KorTac base, just outside of the city.” He checked his watch, then looked back up to you. “I’m sorry. I have to go, now. It was good speaking with you. Ah, goodbye.” 

It seems rushed, but you think little of it. He’s just shy. 

“Oh, yeah. Of course. See you tomorrow.” 

“Ja, I will be here.”

Tomorrow comes and goes. As does the next day. And the next, and so on. You don’t ask any more questions, as he seemed to leave hastily the last time. 

But he wishes you would. Why did I not ask one of him? I want to know more about the man, the little voice in the back of his head tells him. 

Weeks pass. He returns again. And you’re feeling brave.  

“König?” Your voice accompanies the sound of the paper bag as he grabs the top. “Would you, uh…” You trail off. 

“Would I what, Schätzchen [sweetie]?” 

“Would…” You had a hard time getting the words out. Your palms begin to sweat against the counter, and everything seems to be amplified tenfold. “Would you like to get dinner sometime?” You blurt. 

König is silent for a moment. Then, “Dinner?”

“Uh- yeah. With me.” You wish you could see under the veil, as he doesn’t answer. It seems like hours before König’s head tilts back upward to you. 

A small smile grows on his face, not that you can see it. He finally speaks, and his voice is soft. “Ja. I would like that, very much. Thank you.”

He doesn’t understand why his neck feels hot. His ears. His cheeks. His face is on fire and he doesn’t know why. 

You breathe a sigh of relief. He didn’t reject me. He wants to go to dinner. 

Shit. He wants to go to dinner.

“Cool, cool. What, uh, what kind of food do you like?” You ask casually, as if talking about the weather. As if you hadn’t just asked Colonel Colossus to grab a whole ass meal with you. 

He thinks for a moment before responding. “I quite enjoy anything. I am in favor of the foods of my Austrian background, though I am sure you are much more accustomed to those of your home. The choice is yours, mein Täubchen [my dove].” 

“Uh, well, it’s not Austrian, but there’s a little German restaurant a few blocks from here.”

Why did he ask me to choose? “If that’s okay.” 

König smiles, though his glowing cheeks remain obscured by the veil. “That sounds perfect, Mein Schatz [my dear].”

Your face lights up. “Great. When are you free?”

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Hi!! How would König react to his Engel having sh scars? I know this is a sensitive request, feel free to ignore it 🫶

Aw I don't mind but thank you for being sensitive 💞 😘

Please skip dear readers if this is triggering for you 🩷

König will notice your scars soon, if not immediately. He knows every old bruise and cut and scar on his skin and the stories behind them, his body is a whole map of old wounds, war, and torment. Therefore he pays close attention to other people's scars.

He won't bring them up too soon out of discretion, but they make him sad, upset, and angry. He knows they are self-inflicted, and the hurt it sends in his heart is maddening because he wants to hurt the ones who have made you hurt. But what to do when you have hurt yourself…?

He eventually asks about them to root out the one guilty for your pain. It must be someone else's fault that you have resorted to cutting yourself.

"Engel, are these… have you hurt yourself?" He asks the question one day when you two are cuddling. He deliberately brings his fingers to your scars and brushes a touch over them to make it known that he sees you… All of you.

"It was... years ago," you answer with a mixture of unease, shame and sadness in your gut. It's never easy to talk about them, and besides, people usually settle for simply staring at them. They rarely if ever mention them or ask about them.

It's not the same with König, because there's no need for facades. He never shies sway from challenging topics. He can talk about gutting people with a trench knife and licking you until you make the cutest sounds – and talk about them almost in the same sentence – so why would discussing self inflicted harm be a taboo subject for him?

"Did someone make you sad?" He demands to know, and you spend the next thirty minutes assuring König that you were simply feeling horrible and desperate and there's no one to blame for it (even if there were, you would be reluctant to tell him because you know it would only make him bounce off the bed and start a manhunt).

It feels both good and bad to open up about your past, the heavy depression you went through. It's an oddly charming therapy session that ends in your therapist pulling you tight against him. You have a feeling that this man who, distortedly enough, loves the exact tools you used to cut yourself with actually understands you better than any therapist ever could.

What breaks your heart, however, is when König hugs you and sighs: "I wish I had been there when you needed me." His attempts to fix the past, present and future is heartrending, but this was a fight he couldn't win – it was yours, and you had to go through it alone.

"Angel... I know how it feels to hate yourself. You must come to me if you're feeling angry or sad. Ja?" His words are blunt and straight to the point. König never sugar-coat things, but that's what you love about him. He sees the beauty in mundane, ordinary things, he sees meaning even in despair. He says how it is, and you know he's a connoisseur in that area – self-hate, that is. You fully believe him when he says he's not a stranger to pain. In that realm, you share a bond.

Then he begs you to promise him to never hurt yourself again. If you're feeling sad, you must come to him so that he can help you. He will always remind you of your worth if you'd happen to forget it.

There's no need for tears, not when he's here. You feel an odd, peaceful calm in your soul, laying there in his arms after revealing the deepest pits of your hell to him. He's not afraid of your darkness at all. He even kisses those scars, and that's when your lashes begins to flutter along with your heart. He whispers loving things on your skin, kisses your wounds with love, the same wounds people have simply stared with pity, confusion, and ridicule.

[bless-my-demons]

I just wanted to let you know that I am WAY too hooked on Redamancy that I keep just being like I wanna read angst? Oh, it's time to read Chapters 14 and 15! Like, come on, how can you take these okay characters from a weird ass series and turn it into something like this? I honestly think you are doing better than smeyer did! I also hope that soon things get to chill out, and we can see some half fun times with Jas and Emmet! Stay hydrated and well fed!!!

Omg when I tell you this ask made my heart SOAR😭 I’ve loved this series since I first saw the movies in high school (I just aged myself, RIP), but I always imagined them… different than SMeyer did; I’m re-watching the movies this week and I keep noticing what I would’ve done differently. Also, sparkles? You’ll never catch me mentioning that lmao honestly I just take her baseline for the characters/story and make it make sense in my eyes. And honestly I think it’s just the difference in vibes from 10 years ago to now - what we want in romance, perception of paranormal (not that anything about this is realistic, but making it more believable), and having time to criticize the saga.

Jasper is my Roman Empire, he is such a complex character - they all are! They deserve better storylines and just more overall, I just love writing my thoughts with him. But it’s like a coin, the other side is the wolves - more specifically Paul👀 oh my god I don’t even know where to start with the wolves, there’s so much. And I do have a doc started for Paul for after Jasper (there might not be a true and final ‘after’, but like once I crank out BD part 2) for when I can focus my energy on that instead of trying to split it with Redamancy, it’s full of ideas, things I wished we had gotten - especially with imprint relationships. Ugh and then I have that pre-vampire Jasper WIP that’s unrelated to Redamancy🙈 how the fuck do people organize their thoughts to do multiple series at the same time lol

The last part of your ask I’ve been thinking about since I posted Ch29, do you guys like the in-between? Like, the stuff between the timeline events that’s not in the books/movies? I’m always so worried about those parts, because if improperly done, I’m worried you guys are waiting for me to get to the point-to the shit you know is going to happen. Like the grad party, the newborn army fight, big plot points like that; versus the little injects like spending time with Quil, or Emmett, or reader’s mom, those things? I promise those little things have meaning down the road (some for the plot, some to just add angst/fluff/or to just fix SM’s holes) but I’m curious about your guys’ opinions! I’ve definitely read some fics that have had plot fluff that I’ve skipped because I just wanted the meat and I don’t want to bore you guys with that shit if I’m not writing it correctly enough😅

I also just love asks like this that make me think deeper about the story, because it definitely influences and inspires my writing lol thanks love🫶

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hey Mousy!

I was thinking about how reckless the farmer can be, you know, fighting monsters, overworking to maintain a farm, and even being a guinea pig for others.

But despite all that, the farmer stays alive (CofcofPoweroftheScrollandMr.Qicofcof)

But, how do you think the villagers would react to the news of the farmer's death?

Oh, pain... 🥲 Thank you for ask, Shiro 🫶

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It was rare to catch a conversation between Marlon and Lewis, but the old adventurer had come to the town mayor's home... with tragic news. Marlon himself was as gloomy as a dark cloud. The news he brought had shocked the equally old Pelican Town Mayor.

They're.... dead? In the mines?

Merciful Yoba.... But, they came here as farmer, why did they have to go into the most dangerous place?...

The next ones to be shocked were Dr. Harvey, who stated Farmer's official death, and Maru, who was helping him. The young inventor gasped in horror: seeing Farmer's body had made her sick, so Harvey had to do almost everything himself. All this was late at night, and just the next day in the afternoon, Maru was to meet her girlfriends at Haley and Emily's house to discuss various gossip. And Maru (unfortunately), also got some news.....

All the girls gasped after hearing this, Penny even dropped her tea cup from shock. Abigail turned even paler, because just yesterday she had begged Farmer to take her to the mines, but Farmer had politely refused her. Perhaps, because of this, they had saved her from death...

Pelican Town is a small town, and news of the death spread like the plague. Caroline and Pierre learned everything from their daughter, truly regretting the death of the young farmer. And even though Pierre was not close to them and for him it is, in fact, just the loss of another client, he does not wish anyone such a terrible fate, to die young, alone...

Gus didn't turn on the music machine in the Saloon, also giving himself over to mourning the loss of a member of their commune. Let the others not be fooled by the rather stale reaction of Shane, Alex, and George in calling the farmer a fool. They just don't know how to react to the loss of a loved one again.

It would seem that Clint couldn't have gotten any sadder than his usual state, but when the only person he considered a true friend dies... It's painful.

It's pain for Robin to construct a gravestone instead of useful buildings for farming. Sebastian, along with Abby and Sam shut themselves in his room in the basement, trying to hide from the pain that way. Vincent didn't understand at first why his parents sat sad, but Jas immediately realized why Aunt Marnie's eyes were red. She understood why Uncle Willy had taken off his hat as he saluted the dead farmer.

Everyone was at the funeral, mourning the young farmer. As dusk descended on the Valley, no one noticed several figures standing near the fresh grave. No one saw how Marlon placed their sword beside the grave, how Rasmodius made the flowers beside the grave grow, decorating it with a single movement of his hand. And how quietly Linus stood, whispering a farewell to the young soul who had not been afraid to go into danger to protect the people of Stardew Valley.

[navibluebees]

How Ja would be with his SO

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Damn, I love this picture so much. 🥰 Also, using the name of his actor for him, look at this guy! 🫶🏻

Your first meeting was because you got hurt and when he was wrapping your ankle, he asked how and you had to admit you tripped over your feet. He laughed and you sulked so he gave you an apologetic smile.

You work at the pharmacy at Bridgehead so he makes any and every excuse to pick up any medications himself

A bit slimmer than the others but still really strong. Likes to take the “scenic route” to the showers, coming by your work and loving how your eyes linger on him after a workout

“So when are you gonna ask me out, Johnny?” He’d been hovering around you for weeks now, just leaving notes and sharing glances

Likes being pampered after long days of taking care of other people. So thankful to come home to food, showering you with kisses, shoos you away after to put up food and do the dishes

Slight southern accent, I’m convinced. Taught the other recoms how to square dance when you were hanging out and you laughed so hard with Spider that you both cried. (also convinced that Miles finally agreed to be his partner after everyone else harassed him about it)

Date night movie nights in your room, his legs hanging off of the bed, you’re cradled against his chest. If he has to leave before you wake up, he always makes sure to kiss your forehead and leave a note.

So proud of you, will chat you up to the other recoms talking about your accomplishments

Smirking at them when you braid his queue if they don’t have anyone to help them.

VERY expressive ears and tail. Has to force himself to be calm until he feels comfortable around you. His tail has come thisclose to knocking a pot off of the stove before

NSFW BELOW

Bit of a breeding kink, desperately wants to have a family with you, whatever that looks like for inter species relationships 😂

Down for quickies in the med supply closet, half-clothed, holding you against the wall, kissing you to cover your sounds

Into a little breath play, so so careful of how strong he is

Loves to bottom and watch you ride him, sits against the pillows and brings you against his chest, kissing your neck and helping you move on him

Expresses frustration more easily once he’s closer to you, leading to you both yelling at each other after a stressful day. Kissing so hard you bruise each other’s lips and he throws you over his shoulder taking you to the bed and tossing you onto it. Tearing each other’s clothes off. Going hard, fast and rough into a mating press until you finish together. Soft pillow talk and apologies and gentle kisses after.

[ninyard]

thanks for answering my previous ask‼️‼️ it’s okay if you can only write tips for your pov, i asked you YOUR process not someone else’s cus i like whatever it is you do to write, if that makes sense? i also don’t mean to shit on the way other people do things tho sjsjdnddjdj. you weren’t rude at all and i do see where you’re coming from‼️ i guess if i need to ask more specifically, how do you plot out ur socmed posts? i think that’s what i struggle with when it comes to writing my own? like i can find funny haha tweets or tumblr post for my/my friends charas to say but i wanna be able to write funny original stuff too? if that makes sense? 🫶🏽

I get that!!! This got long and it’s really messy so,, sorry if it doesn’t make sense~~

When it comes to making posts I personally don’t like to use already existing tweets. sometimes I can find inspiration in em but I’ve never intentionally looked up tweets to use for my socmed stuff. To each their own but it’s not for me! I don’t think they’re really socmed aus so much as like… incorrectaftgquotes type things? And I don’t really find much inspiration from it tbh. I might have one or two somewhere that are loosely based on a tweet I seen but I try my best to avoid that n make most of them as original as possible.

I guess know what kind of thing you’re going to make, in a way. My Exy fans au is essentially every big event in canon from an in-universe fans perspective. So that one’s easy to plot because it already exists and it’s just about coming up with the posts. Sometimes the fox tweets will just randomly branch off into their own things (like the Kevin-outing-Jeremy au) or sometimes they’re just their own standalone au series’ (like the andreil outing au).

I don’t really make long multiple-post “plotted” socmed stuff in the same way someone like Jas did with the Trojans au, but that’s just my personal preference. it takes a lot of work and it’s a lot like a fic in some ways!! It’s like writing a fic except it’s all dialogue and the dialogue has to be under 260 characters. And SOMETIMES there’s pictures. But they’re kind of just the same thing when it comes to plotted stuff. So maybe just do what you’d do if you were writing a fic!

In terms of coming up with funny things I guess it’s just like… don’t force it. If you’re finding something isn’t working, then don’t force it to work. I have all these ideas and scrapped tweets that just didn’t quite work for the post I had bc sometimes ya gotta accept something isn’t quite right. If you don’t want to just copy tweets and use those then try to find somewhere to start - for me that’s the hardest part of the ~random~ fox tweets and why it’s 1000000x easier to make a post that has purpose (like the party, or the q&a, or X au). I think finding pictures is a pretty good place to start, but I swear I’ve spent more time staring at a wall just trying to get into the zone of making tweets than time I’ve spent actually making them.

And I suppose it’s important to check like,,, are you (in the general sense) making them because you want to and have a funny idea, or is it because other people are/fomo/you see how many notes some of em get? Neither answer is wrong! But it’s easier to be funny, in my opinion, when I’m making them because i just randomly thought of a funny idea, versus making them because I feel obligated to or forcing things that aren’t funny because I “have” to post. Does that make sense? I always like to see when peoples’ socmed aus have some sort of story or reason, like the psu intern, or the foxes kids, or the Trojans au, or the au where Seth is still alive and tweeting like the menace that he would be. They’re always more interesting to me than posts that are just reposted tweets with Neil Josten slapped on em. But again that’s my personal preference!!!! Do whatever you want!!!!

Do you care if it’s ooc or not? Is it something that could happen in canon, or canon adjacent, or is it just an au where canon compliance doesn’t really matter at all? For me I try to make them as in-character as possible (with the exception of the fact that I don’t believe Neil, Andrew or Jean would tweet at all irl). I know it doesn’t bother some people if they’re ooc because they’re just for fun and that’s fine too. But them being “in-character” for me takes up a lot of space when it comes to coming up with the “plot” of the posts, if that makes sense!! (There’s always leeway when it comes to this tho - they’re never going to be 100% book accurate)

For me I almost have the characters as their own characters in my posts - which sounds crazy but bear with me. Like Kevin always typing with proper punctuation, and Dan always typing in lowercase. Neil doesn’t use text speak or shortened things like ‘bc’ or ‘lol’ whereas Nicky and Allison do. Nicky uses a lot of punctuation marks, Andrew uses proper grammar but doesn’t always use periods at the end of his posts, and he’s more likely to just post a picture than type out words sometimes. Does that make sense? Figure out how your characters are going to somehow have an individual voice through tweets. And it’s little things that probably don’t make a huge difference to most people but I care about those kind of little things way too much!!

TLDR; Why are you making them? Find where to start, don’t force it, and how in-character do you want them to be? Come up with your characters “voice” - how do they type/tweet? Just have fun!!! And don’t care about what other people are gonna think!!!!