#thanks for sending them in btw! i've been thinking of some answers when i get the free time haha

[heliosphere-underthesky]

Mercury's alt outfit! (I just really wanted to give him a cool headband)

Wanted to draw something leisurely, I hope I can finish this someday

[avelera]

Okay so I recently got low-key obsessed with Jayvik and I’ve been liking your posts about them (top tier analysis btw). Anyway I’m curious about your opinions on a couple of things:

If Jayce’s love language is physical touch, what do you think Viktor’s love language is?

What do you think the Anomaly actually is? My headcanon is that it’s caused by all the paradoxes/timelines that Mad Wizard Viktor keeps making, but idk why it would only be under the Hexgates.

Hmm, when taking into account that the love languages thing is basically horoscopes for real people, but they may have informed how the characters were written, I'd say:

1 ) I completely agree that Jayce's love language is physical touch. That much is obvious.

Viktor's love language is Quality Time - that would explain why he starts getting irritated and hurt with Jayce near the end of S1 and why he's so moved and touched by them solving equations and spending time together pre-time skip. Actually, so much of Viktor's attitude towards Jayce is explained by him seeing Quality Time as a love language it's actually making me a bit dizzy, I need to think about this a lot more because I think this might have cracked something for me...

2 ) Hoooo boy, I actually have an answer for what the Anomaly is in my mind, but it's a lot less character driven and a more metaphysics driven because I was feral about Arcane S1 before I had anyone else to talk to about it online and I've spent a lot of time thinking about Hextech and Shimmer. OK, here goes:

Hextech is an axiomatic (lawful) channeling of forces of nature, namely magic. However, magic to stay pure and reliable requires an anarchic (chaotic) AND the axiomatic (lawful) balancing act for each use of its power if it's to stay "pure" and reliable. Otherwise, you invite chaos in. Namely, the Anomaly.

In addition, every use of magic/the Arcane puts off a certain amount of "car exhaust" for every use, this allows it from a Doylist perspective to be a climate change metaphor but it does go deeper than that and follows its own magical rules. If you look closely, overuse of Hextech always puts off smoke. Early uses don't do so as much, though. In my opinion, each puff of that "smoke" adds to a potential Anomaly.

Now if you're good at magic, and skilled with it, say if you're good mage, as seen with The Mage / Viktor in 1.02, you make a point of scooping up up all the exhaust from any use of rune magic and pouring it back into the spell.

Look at how the mage scoops up all the exhaust coming out of the spell here and weaves it back into the spell!

Hextech doesn't bother to do that! Because Jayce doesn't fundamentally understand that advanced level of magic! He just keeps calling on its energy without dealing with the output of smoke/chaos/Anomaly fumes so it's just hanging in the air.

By the way, all the smoke in Arcane is hand animated so to my eyes, all smoke actually matters. I'm actually a little bummed that S2 didn't go deeper into explaining the smoke that comes off of some uses of the Arcane but not others but I'm assuming they'll delve more into in future shows because The Arcane Is Awake Now, thanks to my brilliant science boy dipshits.

The cleanest, clearest use of Hextech we ever see is the first time the science boys use it to float:

I draw a few conclusions from this:

1 ) The first hit is always free - first time you use magic, magic is happy to help you out! It will do the thing you ask! No consequences!

2 ) Magic gets more and more angry the more times you use it. Actually, by the time we get to Vi using the Atlas Gauntlets repeatedly in S2, there's a little puff of smoke every. time. she uses. them.

3 ) Magic requires some balance. Breaking a window before it let the boys float? Cool, that's balance. But if you just have it doing the same constructive motion over and over, like sending out airships, but you don't let it break some things too? It gets annoyed.

4 ) If it doesn't get applied in a balanced way, magic/the Arcane gets mad. Ekko compared the Arcane's frustration to a sigh. That smoke? Is the sigh. Again, first time you use Hextech, magic which is at least semi-sentient, is MORE than happy to help! The more you keep demanding repeated axiomatic actions, the more it sighs in anger.

Then we get to the crux of your question: what is the Anomaly?

The Anomaly built up at the base of a tower stuffed full with polished, axiomatic, reinforced Hexgems that do one constructive task over and over and over again all day, every day: safely send ships from one place to another.

The Anomaly builds up from the frustration of not allowing magic to be free. Jayce is an axiomatic thinker, he sees magic as a tool, not as a force of nature, so he's been channeling it super precisely and not scooping up all that extra exhaust and channeling it back into the magic and that means it builds up this... pearl of an Anomaly which is all this wild magic with tons of chaotic potential that can do basically anything, including time and dimensional travel but it's gonna be super weird about it.

Soooo... thanks for giving me the chance to yell about Hextech, hope that was sort of what you had in mind!

[wwereaderinserts]

Hi there- sending in a request! (thanks for answering my DM questions so I could make sure this was okay btw!)

Could I have something with Gunther and an AFAB!reader? I have this plot idea where they've known (or at least have known of) each other since before they were signed to WWE, but they never really spoke to one another before, but then reader gets signed to the main roster from NXT during the most recent draft and they slowly start to interact with each other more, until one day the romantic and sexual tension between them just reaches a boiling point and it goes into smut territory? Thank you so much! ❤️

You're very welcome, I appreciated you making sure and asking things beforehand too!! I know I've already said it like twice but I really do hope I've done this justice for you❤️

Title: Boiling Point Pairing: Gunther x AFAB!Reader Word Count: 2,024 Warnings: Smut, swears

You’ve not long made it back to your dressing room after your victory earlier tonight when a polite knock on the door postpones your post-match shower. You hesitate for a moment, your brain working overtime while you try to figure out who your visitor could possibly be.

I don’t see it being one of the other girls, you think to yourself, I’ve already seen them when I made it backsta-...oh.

You interrupt your own thought process while you’re in the midst of swinging your dressing room door open, realisation dawning on you a mere split second before you come face to face with the only other person you suspect will be standing right there with a friendly smile on his face to greet you.

Gunther.

When it fully registers that he’s standing right in front of you, waiting for you to say something, you’re quick enough to replace your look of fleeting surprise at his appearance with a soft smile. You try very best to play things cool with him exactly like you have been over the course of the past few months, but you know your attempt is falling flat on its face.

Though you’ve known of each other for a few years through other promotions and circuits, you’ve never actually gotten the chance to speak to each other properly until you both found your way to WWE. Ever since your very recent main roster callup, you’ve had more and more of a reason to speak to him in passing, and you two had clicked and grown acquainted rather quickly, much to both your respective surprises.

But as days, weeks, and months have gone by as you two have spoken to and gotten to know each other more, the tension in the air when you two are around each other has been palpable. The chemistry is undeniable, and you personally don’t think you can hide the fact that there’s definitely something brewing between you both, even if neither of you have made that leap for anything more than friendship quite yet.

“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

Gunther drags you out of your own thoughts, and you quickly shake your head and wave a dismissive hand at the very notion. In truth, you were just about to take a shower, but since he’s turned up with intent of clearly catching you privately, you’re willing to grant him the time of day.

“No, no! Not at all,” you reassure, lingering in the doorway, “Uh…is everything okay? I wasn’t expecting you to stop by is all-”

You pull yourself away from your doorway and make the decision to stand to one side, allowing him the space to step in if he wishes to. When he notices you’re silently giving him permission, Gunther steps in and nudges the door shut behind him before he turns to face you.

“Everything is fine. I wanted to speak with you about something, that’s all.” he looks you in the eye, “About us, actually. I think you already have some kind of idea on what that means, no?”

Gunther shoots you an expectant look, and you shift under his gaze. You feel a flush begin creeping its way up your neck at the implication. You’re almost certain you know exactly what he’s hinting at, but you’re reluctant to jump the gun in case you have it all wrong. Instead, you feign innocence, crossing your arms and softly shaking your head.

“No, I…I have no idea what you mean, actually-”

“Oh, I think you do. And it’s been building up for months now, hasn’t it? All that tension, the pent-up energy.” he interrupts you, chuckling softly before leaning in closer to you, “I think it’s about time we did something about it, don’t you?”

You swallow thickly at his words, your eyes meeting his while he stands before you. He doesn’t move another inch, studying you to gauge whether you’ll take the initiative and make the first move.

When you show no signs of retreating, Gunther takes it upon himself to make the move, pulling you in for a hungry kiss. Passion begins to bleed through in the kiss, your mouths crashing together in a fusion of lust and unspoken desire which now ultimately comes to a head.

“Think it goes without saying,” you pull back from the kiss for a moment, breathless, “I agree, it’s about damn time-”

Gunther responds with another searing kiss, backing you into the surface of your dressing room door with a soft thud. You grope at each other’s bodies in what borders on desperation, your fingers tugging up the hem of his shirt while he toys with your gear as he determines exactly how to get you out of it.

Withdrawing for only a moment to tug his shirt over his head, Gunther delves back in once you’ve roughly unlaced the top half of your gear and slipped right out of it to save him the grief of figuring it out, as well as speeding things along a bit.

“Eager, are we?”

Gunther taunts you with a smirk, and you mirror his expression while playfully rolling your eyes at him. With newfound confidence, you hook your fingers in the belt loops of his jeans and tug him towards you, and you don’t miss the fleeting flicker of surprise replacing his smirk for a split second.

“Oh, very,” you concur, slipping a hand between you both to palm his hardening cock through his jeans, “That’s not a problem, is it?”

You lower your voice to a purr, a triumphant grin on your face when you earn a soft grunt from him over the gesture. Gunther shakes his head and pulls his lower lip between his teeth, letting his eyes flutter shut at the contact as your movements grow firmer.

“Didn’t think so.”

You take that as your answer, but you leave him hanging after a moment while you slip away from your place between him and your dressing room door to pace your way over to the couch in the corner of the dressing room instead.

Gunther’s eyes snap open when you put everything on pause and leave him standing there, and he whirls around to face you. He’s about to call you a tease, but he stops himself when he sees you perched on the arm of the couch, unlacing your boots as fast as your deft fingers will allow you to. You manage to loosen one boot up enough to forcefully pull it off, and before you can take on the task of removing the other yourself, you gain a pair of eager, helping hands.

“Here,” Gunther kneels down before you and aids you in unlacing your boot, “I don’t think I can wait much longer to have you.”

Hungry eyes flick upwards to meet yours, and what feels like within mere seconds, he’s loosened it off enough to pull it down and haphazardly toss it to one side. He nudges you onto the seat of the couch, hands resting on the back of the couch to box you in while he dives back in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

You groan softly into the kiss, sinking back into the couch cushions while you part your legs for him, wrapping them around his waist to draw him in closer. Gunther takes the hint, shuffling closer and sinking his knees into the edge of the couch as he brings himself closer to you, and he grinds into you, the layers of clothing being the only thing separating you both from what you truly desire.

“Fuck, just do it already,” you breathe out, untangling your legs from around his waist to shift your hips upward, “Put us both out of our misery.”

You fight to tug your shorts and underwear down, flicking them off to one side when they reach your ankles to leave yourself bare, exposing your slick folds to him in an offer he most definitely won’t be refusing.

Gunther stands back up to his full height while he fumbles with his belt, yanking the leather through his belt loops before he unfastens his jeans and lets them drop down to his ankles with a clunk. His boxers follow suit a few seconds later, slipping down his thighs and freeing his cock, now standing at full attention.

Not wasting another second, Gunther closes the distance between you both, rubbing the head of his cock along your folds before he lines himself up with your entrance, intentionally catching your clit once or twice in the process while you bend your legs and raise your thighs up to meet your shoulders.

You gasp, quickly being muffled by him slamming his lips against yours when he slowly slips his way inside you with a low groan. He barely gives you time to adjust to the size of him before he snaps his hips forward, burying himself hilt-deep inside you and eliciting a soft moan out of you.

“What, like that?”

Gunther chuckles lowly, already knowing the answer. You’re boxed in beneath him, practically folded in half as he sets a punishing rhythm, your nails sinking into his shoulders and your pleas for more from him only aiding in spurring him on further.

He angles his hips slightly, and it’s just enough to repeatedly hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars and has your toes curling. You involuntarily clench around him, your walls fluttering around his girth as your moans increase in pitch and frequency as a result of the now brutal pace he’s set.

“Just like that, holy shit-”

You whine, and Gunther leans forward to steal your lips in a bruising kiss, greedily swallowing every moan and whimper of yours that follows. His tongue invades your mouth, dancing dominantly with yours as he continues to slam into you without abandon.

Gunther grunts with exertion, feeling himself beginning to gradually lose control. His thrusts become erratic, his movement jerky as he chases his high. When you purposefully clench around him this time, you draw a moan out of him that makes your stomach flip.

“You look so beautiful like this…under me,” he pants, his forehead pressed against yours, “Taking me so well, you feel incredible…better than I could’ve imagined, shit…”

The praise earns a whimper from you, and your eyes roll back in ecstasy when you slip a hand between you both to rub small, swift circles on your clit in a desperate attempt to send yourself over the edge.

Gunther increases his speed, his hips now relentlessly snapping forward as he chases release. With a final thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and spills himself deep within you without so much as a pre-warning, his moans of ecstasy muffled when he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck, I’m so close!” you cry out, your ministrations increasing, “So close, fuck-”

You cut yourself off with a sharp whine, your walls fluttering and convulsing around his cock, squeezing him deliciously as you finally hit your peak. Your legs quiver and you screw your eyes shut while you ride out your orgasm, your jaw hanging slack as pleasure completely overwhelms you.

Gunther collapses atop you, careful not to rest too heavily against you. His chest heaves, and he remains still inside you while he peppers your jawline with kisses before his lips find yours once more.

“That…that was…” he pauses if only to find the best words to describe your encounter before he settles on, “Like nothing else I’ve ever felt.”

You chuckle breathlessly with a nod, quietly groaning at the feeling of being empty when he finally pulls out of you. Eventually, he rolls off to the side, sitting beside you on the sofa to separate you both and allow you the space to stretch your still-quivering legs out.

“Mhm, you could say that again,” you agree with him, turning your head to the side to shoot him a knowing glance as the pair of you are savouring the blissful afterglow, “And something’s telling me it won’t be the first and last time this happens, either...”

[acourtofthought]

Hi! I sent you an ask a couple of days ago and I'm not sure if you saw it because it was just before mother's day (btw, belated happy mother's day!!), but I'm interested in your opinion so I'm sending it again.

Although, if you simply didn't want to answer that particularly ask I'll understand and I apologize in advance for any inconvenience.

I've seen some Elriels using the line 'that love would trump even a mating bond' as some kind of foreshadowing or even a confirmation of their ship, but it's kind of starting to irritate me because I really can see it making a reference to Elucien.

Maybe I'm so desperate for an announcement that I'm grasping at any possible crumbs, but here's my logic:

Feyre and Nesta ran away from their mating bond the moment they found out or were confronted about it because it was the last shred of their humanity to hold. Imagine this situation amplified with Elain, who loved being human and the mundane things correlated with her humanity.

I can see her in denial regarding the bond until the last minute, but what she will not be able to control is the love she will eventually feel and nurture for Lucien once she gets the chance to really know him. It'll be her love for him, their love, that will finally allow her to overcome her prejudice against the bond and to finally be open to the magical, sacred, and eternal tie she has with Lucien.

So love would indeed trump a mating bond.

I'm sorry for my delay in responding and thank you for the Mothers Day wishes ❤️

It is a silly argument, isn't it? It's their big catch phrase to try to make E/riel more romantic than they are but with Sarah's writing, love always trumps the mating bond especially because as you said the mating bond is the thing that often puts a wedge between the FMC and MMC (at least in the ACOTAR series). To your point, Feyre was nearly ready to open her heart to Rhys then ran away from him when she found out about the bond. Nesta was willing to love Cassian but got into a big fight with him when he tried to call her mate. Elain is avoiding Lucien for the sole fact that they have a bond.

So these sisters are not picking these guys because they have a mating bond when it's the thing they are running from. The mating bond is the equivalent of a meet cute, fate saying "Hey!! This is someone I think you should meet!" but it's not the reason any of them fall in love. They fall in love for who the person is, their bravery, their kindness, their selflessness, etc.

How can E/riel's love trump a mating bond when it can't even trump a regular kind of love? I've never read Az or Elain giving a single reason for why they have feelings for the other. Elain has never spoken of Azriel's kindness towards her or his bravery. Az has never mentioned Elain's intelligence, humor or her bravery. I couldn't give you a single canon reason for what they like about the other whereas in the Cassian bonus he noted Nesta's steel and cunning mind. Where Rhys tells us he fell in love with Feyre, not because she was his mate, but because she wasn't afraid of him and she was defiant towards Amarantha. The Az bonus would have been a perfect time for us to witness exactly what it is they're drawn too but instead we have Az letting Rhys think he just wants her because he's jealous he didn't get a bond, that he was preparing to use her in place of a pleasure hall, we have him noting GWYN'S charming irreverence. And in the actual book we have Elain giving credit to Feyre for her rescue, Az claiming Elain shouldn't search for the trove with Amren reprimanding him and Az giving credit to Nesta for killing the king in HOFAS. So I am truly left confused because I don't see either of them saying anything complimentary about the other. Az likes how she looks and that she got him a gift but beyond that.....?????

And really, love on its own can't trump love with a mating bond because without a bond it's just love.

Not that there is anything wrong with "just love" but it's kind of like saying we're both eating brownies when in fact mine is a brownie sundae.

Brownie's are delicious, no one is turning their nose up at a brownie. But if my brownie has ice cream and hot fudge and whipped cream, there is something that sets my brownie apart from yours and no matter how good your brownie is, you still can't call your brownie a brownie sundae.

Love is love and all of it is beautiful.

But love WITH a mating bond is always going to be something a little extra and trying to spin it any other way is simply someone pretending they are eating ice cream with their brownie when they are actually not.

At present Elain and Lucien only have a mating bond, not love with a mating bond. But if their characters fall in love in one of the next books, they would have the brownie sundae, not just a brownie and the same cannot be said for e/riel.

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Hello there pretty lady!🤭 iykyk

You never fail to amaze me with your fics that is why you are my favourite writer! Thank you for making my heart flapper around in my chest and making me squeal with happiness! Hope you are doing great!

Soooooo I wanted to ask jk from your amazingly written fic “faking it” 😁

Hey, I wanted to know your thoughts when you first heard your mom telling you about y/n and that you were going to eat dinner with them (a reunion) and if you remembered her since you are older than her, and what you thought juni will think about the whole situation. Btw needed to tell you how great of a dad you are, I LOVE juni🥹

End of ask (sorry it’s badly written:)

Hehe hi gorgeous girly 🤭

Stop I swear you're way too nice to me 😭 I hope you're doing well as well and I'm so so happy you're enjoying the story! (I know you've been waiting for this one for a long time 🤭)

Thanks for sending Faking It Jungkook's first ask hehe let's see what he has to say ���

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Thank you for saying that, you're too kind.

It's been quite hard on me and I feel as though I've failed her as a father in the past but I feel like I'm finally starting to get a hang of this parenting thing.

I love Juni too, she reminds me so much of her mother and although at times it can be a painful reminder I am so very thankful that her last gift to me was our beautiful baby girl.

I'm sorry that got a little too sentimental for a second there. Let me get back to your questions. *rubs back of neck nervously*

In terms of my thoughts on what my mother was telling me about her I thought that she might've been over exaggerating a bit.

You know how parents are when they're trying to convince you to do something or that something is going to be so amazing so I wasn't holding my breath.

I will admit though, I don't think I've ever seen her talk about someone that animatedly in my entire life so that alone had me intrigued.

She wasn't over exaggerating though because she is very worthy of all of the praise my mother has given her and more. She really lived up to it.

I can't really say that I remember her all that much but when my mother told me that we used to go over to her house when I was young as well as show me some pictures of that time I felt like those memories started to trickle back little by little.

Once I saw her though it felt like (at least to me) I was meeting a long lost friend for the first time. Maybe because that's what it was, maybe if we would've stayed in the city, her and I would've been really close.

Juni loves meeting new people and she loves when she she's able to explore new places so I knew that either way she would have a great time there. It was just an added bonus that she got so much time and attention from "the pretty lady".

Juni was right in calling her that because she is very very pretty.

Okay well I think that's enough from me but I hope that answered some of your questions. Feel free to stop by again if you have any more questions.

-Jungkook

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Thanks again for the ask love 🥰

[ink-flavored]

12, 16, 18, 19 for the ask game!

@bloodlessheirbyjacques ✨

thank you @bloodlessheirbyjacques !

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

Wish 1: Once I self-publish, all of the marketing for my books is done for me, at the level of a professional... marketer... person. I hate marketing and I wish someone would be do it for me, but also I refuse to tradpublish lmao

Wish 2: I don't know how else to phrase this, but I wish editing didn't make me want to peel my skin off. Genie, please make editing more fun or at least satisfying.

Wish 3: Some kind of Writing Pocket Dimension, where I could go to write when I feel motivated, and time in the real world would not pass while I was in there. Theoretically infinite writing hours.

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

I don't really use weird things as bookmarks. I have a whole pouch of them, I've even made my own bookmarks. So... idk probably a receipt when I couldn't wait to get home to start reading a book I just bought? I've used the "hold" slips from the library like that, again when I just couldn't wait until I got home.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

You can read the whole story this passage is from (one of my anthologies), but here is a little piece of it:

She ducked under a curtain of vines and Candice followed. She hadn’t touched a plant in years, but since meeting Maggie at a terrarium build-off, she was warming up to trying again. After all, her gray-banded kingsnake, Barbecue, was going need a new enclosure soon. If she could overcome her plant-killing tendencies and make it a vivarium for him, she would be the proudest snake parent in all of Athendrolyn.

Well the backstory is "I need Candice to have a reason to go to the plant nursery so the rest of the plot can happen." Luckily for me, the incredibly necessary character sheet I created for building the characters for my anthologies has a "pets" section! Candice has a reptile, so maybe she's building a vivarium. But she doesn't know what she's doing, so she needs help. She turns to her friend who is literally a plant for advice! Success!

I'm also trying to influence the minds of my readers and convince them getting a reptile pet would be awesome. Is it working.

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

I've been writing and telling stories for as long as I can remember, but the journey to wanting to write professionally happened in middle school. It was a couple things actually!

We started our poetry unit in... seventh grade, I think? During that whole 6 week period or whatever it was, we were expected to write a poem every day to start class. Everyone always praised how good my poems were, and I also thought they were pretty good!

Then, either that year or the next year, I saw one of my favorite authors give a presentation/book signing at a local university. I remember vividly, walking out of the building with my giant freshly-signed book in my arms, thinking about how much the book had influenced me, and desperately wanting to be on that stage one day, giving my own presentation and answering questions about a story I wrote. That moment was when I decided what I wanted to do for the rest of my life, and here I am!

[send me a weird writer ask]

[kingkat12]

Hii lovely!! I was just wondering about the seven minutes in heaven series, will Roman ever be introduced to the readers’ parents or will we see what they think of him?? Your writing is addicting btw I’m constantly checking when you post!! 💖💖

hey sweetheart, thank you for sending in this lovely message!!!🩷🌸

so, i have been thinking a lot about this, actually! i've wanted to write some scenes with reader's parents, but then again i think that's quite hard because they don't really have any names and i don't want to give them any specific physical attributes... because it's an x reader story, I try to keep reader very "neutral" so that as many people as possible can somewhat relate to her and not get yanked out of the story with descriptions that don't fit them much! i personally used to hate that when I read x reader stories, don't know why, this might just be me being peculiar🙈

also, i don't want to give give descriptions whether the parents are a same-sexed couple or straight, because again, i want to keep it as neutral as possible and for people to feel included!!<33

but as far as i've come with the story now, Roman is actually quite liked by reader's parents!!🙈 they don't seem to be against him and they don't know of his reputation with his long line of girls, and i mostly wanted them to be nice with him because i think he needs to feel safe and comfortable at reader's place! his relationship with his own mother is so twisted, i think it's important for him to see a safe haven in reader. it's part of the appeal for him, in my opinion!!

THANK YOU for asking questions about the story!!! makes me all giddy and excited🤭✨ i'm happy to answer any other questions you have, ALWAYS!!!<333

[leosabi]

for the f/o ask game: 🌼🪻 🍀 :]

—gelatinous-globster

lmfao i'm so late to answer these (T_T) thank you for sending an ask though!!! @gelatinous-globster

🌼Is there an official confession scene between the two of them?

yes! the only posted version i have of it is very old and no longer totally accurate, but it's here if you want to read something written by a leo who was still a teenager ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i think it's cringe but that's also just because i'm looking at my past self when i look at it. that's my current active ao3 account as well btw, i have some other leosabi oneshots up but lately i've been writing sonic stuff. also proud of the clone wars/bad batch stuff that's on there

for a summary, it takes place directly after aunt cass goes out. my self insert is out biking during the events of the episode and is knocked off his bike by a stray buddy guard. he breaks his arm. in swoops superhero wasabi--and this is when i find out, for the first time, about his secret identity. after getting my arm set i make a joke like "i could just kiss you right now" wrt him saving me and bringing me to the hospital. wasabi brushes it off as meds and tiredness and whatever.

next morning, i try to apologize for the joke, saying that it's weird and i should not have said it

and wasabi blurts out that he doesn't think it would be weird. if we kissed.

:)

🍀 Do You have any other scenes in mind? Angsty, Tender, Funny, Etc.

i have a lot of angst i've written that'll never be posted, because it's about personal trauma stuff lol. i think some of it i'd like to share and i'm just nervous about peoples' reactions. a lot of it is really vague and i don't mind people knowing i just don't want them to view me differently or be awkward when discussing the written work, y'know? but yeah. a lot of trauma angst

i have a fic i'm working on--perpetually, apparently, because i've had this in mind for YEARS--about momakase kidnapping my self insert a la fan friction

i also have an idea for a whole fan season of bh6 involving a villain inspired by hatsune miku, and my self insert would be there because i honestly can't imagine writing bh6 fic that i'm not in. it all just feels so real to me (^_^;;) but yeah that's another idea i've had for years and the main thing stopping me is that i never wrote a full fic about what leosabi is doing during bh6 season 2. but honestly i should just go for it

i would also love to write more hurt/comfort where wasabi is the hurt one and i'm the one comforting him. ocd, injuries from being a superhero, maybe even grief over tadashi. i feel like i really haven't explored that stuff as much as i want to other than in lengthy discord conversations from a few years back.

🪻Wild Card!!! Info dump about anything!!

i can't see this emoji on desktop, i have no idea what that is lmfao

ANYWAY i don't bring this up enough, but my self insert is a livestreamer. not like, the top guy on twitch or anything, but he is a livestreamer with a following large enough to pay half the bills and has friends from around the world he plays games with.

when i first conceptualized this they were a team of overwatch players, but i'm still so mad about overwatch 2 that now we play fortnite or mario kart or cozy games or something idk

wasabi very much avoids being in my streams, especially showing his face, because he's worried about his identity getting leaked. but sometimes you'll hear his voice off camera and the chat will go wild about "lemursabi"

this, however, results in a huge risk whenever i'm seen with wasabi in his superhero armor in public. the wrong person snaps a picture and i get identified as this particular streamer and then people try and doxx me to find out who chop chop is :p i have fic ideas for that, too, but it seems like...A Lot. i do love the ideas of tabloids being in love with us tho. obviously since it's tabloids we're talking about, it's, like, derogatory, but it's probably really funny to read things and point out everything they got blatantly wrong about you

[scribble-dribble-writes]

helllo,

you said you needed inspiration so: I’ve been thinking about how did Obi come up with the name “Ben”? Like maybe it was given to him by the reader when they were young and in love but because of order 66 he was led to believe his love (the reader) was dead and to keep the memory of her alive he adopt “Ben” as his new name.

Feel free to change the story line but I’d love to read your idea on how he came up with “Ben” and since my idea is a bit angsty I hope for a happy ending (maybe they reunite or where never really apart-that doesnt really makes sense lol).

I hope this might spike some inspiration. Lots of love <3

Btw. I’ve been missing ur fics cuz I find a lot of comfort in them but please dont stress urself.

Thank you sending this through! It sparked my curiosity and made me want to write something again haha. I've kept it angsty lol mostly because I've been feeling like rewatching the Kenobi show but I hope you like it!

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Bandages

You made it to the peak, the mountain in your village which was fabled to hold the answer to your dreams if anyone dared to climb it, to see the sunrise. This was a regular routine mostly because it afforded you with some peace of mind, getting your body to focus on a task rather than the worries of running a farm on your own, especially with harvest season close at hand.

What even were your dreams that you longed to come true? You weren’t sure.

Even in your current circumstance, you were content with everything you had, it was not in your nature to want for more. But the sun slowly creeping up from the horizon was always a sight to behold. It was also the exact moment you saw him. As he sat there in what looked like well pressed robes, his eyes closed as he took in the warmth of the sun, his hair molten bronze that it turned golden when it caught the light.

You were sure for a moment that he was an angel, a divine being living here in the mountain top, the one that possibly grants your wishes. His eyes opened and those blue orbs turned right to you. As though he had sensed you. You stood your ground, mostly frozen out of fear.

“Ah, I had a feeling someone might show up.”, he smiled and it averted your worries.

“I’ve been hurt and couldn’t quite walk back. Would you happen to –

Only then did you see his wound, down his leg, a huge tear down the length of his calf that almost looked like a burn mark.

“Oh dear”, you exclaimed as you rushed to his aid.

“ -have some bandages.”, he finished his sentence but his tone had softened, his eyes focused on your features as you glanced back at him. Almost as if he was surprised too.

“I do have some supplies but I would need to take you to the infirmary. A lot of the republic troopers get aid there.”, you explained to which he thanked you.

“Was it a droid?”, you asked as you bandaged his leg in an attempt to make conversation.

He looked at you as though he was putting together a response that would be easy for you to understand but then his eyes softened when he said, “It was my own fault, ignited my saber before it was needed.”, he huffed but your clueless gaze only made him more curious.

“You don’t know what I’m talking about, do you?”, he asked his brows furrowed together as though he was bemused.

“I’m afraid so.”, you smiled noting that he looked rather young, his hair grazing his shoulders, he was most likely around your own age.

“You don’t know what I am?”, he dug further, leaning closer with genuine perplexity.

“Are you the one that grants wishes to those who dare to climb the peak?”, you asked sarcastically to battle his entitlement as you tied the knot to secure the bandage.

“No.”, he smiled softly.

“Then I don’t know who you are.”, you assured him patting his ankle to let him know that he was free to go.

Your gaze however trickled back to the sight you had come to see, the sun shining over your little village and you sought a moment of rest in the quite.

“Beautiful.”, he said.

You smiled, the view was breathtaking and you could agree with the pleasant stranger on that but when you turned, his eyes were never on the landscape, they were on you.

That was how you had met him, three years ago. You had learnt he was a Jedi, he visited when he could, your little romance was a secret, making the long distance feel even lonelier. But every time you trekked to the peak, you would remember him.

But with his student now all grown up and his need in the capital winding down he found solace in your home. He had stayed for almost a month, and when he was here, he was different. He retired his robes and became a farmer along with you, embracing the mundane daily routines with new joy. Life felt complete and wonderful, as though your dreams had come true.

It was one of those nights, where you slept out in the fields, with summer in full swing, the sky was clear to see the stars and the weather was optimum to not carry blankets. He wore a long white tunic that under moonlight he looked out of this world, his hair was shorter now that it fell over his forehead and his beard added to his rustic appeal making you feel drunk just by looking at him. He trudged towards you where you were seated by a willow tree, the fields swayed in the midnight breeze, the wheat heads full of grain ready for harvest.

He laid down next to you to then place his head on your lap, your long satin slip was just as soft as his skin. How was it that with his golden hair he looked like he belonged to the sun but his blue eyes it was as though even the moon has a piece of it in him too?

You raked your fingers through his hair and told yourself this wasn’t a dream. Minutes turned to hours, filled with stories and laughter or the silence with only his hands talking, as they traced your jaw or the length of your legs. It then shifted to when he was narrating his difficulties with raising his padawan on his own, as you leaned back into his chest, that he felt like a parent and an elder brother, the responsibility at times too much to bear. But as he mumbled his story, you could feel his fingers in your hair, tugging on strands softly and when you tried to move away, he told you to stay still.

“What are you doing?”, you chuckled.

“Testing to see if I still remember.”, he spoke and you couldn’t turn to see his face but you were confused.

“Remember what?”, you asked quizzically fiddling with a stray strand of thread, to which he responded with placing your hair over your shoulder.

“There, all done.”, he said confidently.

He had braided your hair mid conversation, your fingers felt the weave as you touched your hair in the dark.

“Turns out I do remember, just a little rusty.”, he kissed your cheek and you sunk into his hold as you turned to him.

“My sweet Ben.”, you said softly, eyes full of admiration for the man who held you, the man you loved.

His eyes widened, it was a term of endearment he had never heard before.

“Ben?”, he asked you quietly.

You traced the rise of his cheek and pushed back his hair that had fallen forward.

“Because I met you on the mountain peak where dreams come true.”, you whispered, your eyes boring into his when he stilled and as the silence rushed in again with the breeze, he placed his lips on yours, kissing you like he needed to breathe, like this was the only thing that could keep him alive, only you could keep him alive.

And he woke up, in cold sweat, in the middle of nowhere, not in a field but in a dessert, with your warmth miles away, only a dream.

“Ben.”, someone exclaimed.

“Your shift starts in ten minutes, don’t bloody doze off.”, his manager in the meat store yelled as Obiwan rubbed his forehead.

No one knew who he was here. Because he went by a name no one knew, one that felt like home only when it left your lips and when it didn’t, it was a reminder of everything he had lost and a bandage for his torn spirit.

[krikeymate]

Oooh for the foster au adding onto the scars theme: Sam crying the first time she sees Tara’s scars and Tara being unsure why she’s so upset and Sam having to work through her emotions to try and explain that she’s sad that Tara has been hurt the way she has and Tara is just confused because why would anyone care if she’s hurt? No one ever did before. The way Sam comforts her depends on what stage they’re on for physical affection when she sees them for the first time. Love this AU BTW

I've been trying to answer this all week but I just cannot do it justice. I do not have the words to describe how much I love, adore, this thought. Thank you so much for sending it in, and I'm so happy you're enjoying the AU!

Sam doesn't really begin to learn about the extent of the scars that map Tara's skin, until months and months into their new lives together.

Sam knows about the scar on her neck, knows all too well how it happened. She's spent hours re-reading the incident report, wondering where her mother went wrong, when she became the kind of person who would hold a knife to a child's throat - her child's throat - with the intention to use it. There's a large scar on her shoulder that Sam's seen only in medical photographs, and in the way Tara rubs at it sometimes, in the way she's so careful not to lean on that side.

She's spied the thin burn scar on the side of Tara's left wrist and across the back of her hand, and the splattering of thin white lines across her hands, usually hidden behind the drooping sleeves of the oversized hoodies that Tara insists on wearing.

It takes her two weeks before she notices the notch at the top of her right ear, a thick white line curling around behind it, when Tara gets frustrated with her hair falling in her face as she tries to tie her shoelaces and pulls it back, a hairtye already around her wrist. Sam's hairtye, she notices, the striped pink, purple, and blue band uncommon enough she feels confident in saying was stolen. (She should be irritated, Sam thinks, in seeing her privacy so brazenly violated, her possessions reappropriated. The old Sam would, the Sam from two weeks ago, the Sam who didn't know she had a little sister out there. New Sam doesn't care, new Sam thinks it's cute, she likes the way Tara has wiggled her way into her life so irreversibly).

One day Tara wakes up to the sound of Sam crying. She yawns and flops over to face her, stretching out across the bed and pulling at the bottom of her t-shirt where it had ridden up in her sleep. Sam's teary-eyed and watching her, curled up with her hand over her mouth in an attempt to silence the sobs that want to escape.

Tara's never seen Sam cry before. It upsets her.

"What's wrong?" she asks urgently, crawling forward to sit opposite Sam. Sam shakes her head and closes her eyes for a moment. Tara rests a hand on Sam's knee as she takes a deep breathe, trying to stop crying.

"Nothing, sweet girl," Sam eventually responds, sending her a tight smile. It makes Tara frown at her. Sam's lying. "You said you wouldn't lie," Tara says pointedly, fingers digging into Sam's knee sharply.

"I-" Sam sighs, reaching out to cover Tara's hand with her own. "I saw your back," she says, like that's supposed to mean anything to her. Tara tilts her head at her and waits.

Sam looks uncomfortable as she realises Tara expects more. "Your... scars. I saw your scars." Sam speaks in a hushed voice, and there's something in her tone that makes Tara think she's supposed to find some hidden meaning in it, but in truth she's just confused.

"Ok, but why are you crying," she asks uncertainly. Her hands begin to fiddle with Sam's pyjama bottoms, the urge to move her hands suddenly overwhelming.

"They make me sad, sweet girl," Sam replies softly. "They shouldn't be there, you should never have been hurt."

"Oh. I'm sorry." Tara feels her own eyes begin to sting at the knowledge that she's the one making Sam cry.

Seeing Tara begin to get upset, Sam pulls her into her lap and wraps her arms around her. "You don't have anything to be sorry for Tara. You haven't done anything. You didn't deserve to be hurt." Sam kisses the tip of Tara's scarred ear. "I'm sorry that people have hurt you. I'll never let it happen again. I promise."

[bellaxgiornata]

Hi...do you have any suggestions for a beginner fanfic writer?? Maybe some tips?? Love your work btw....i absolutely love your falling for the devil series

Ahhh, thank you so much!! 💖I'm glad you enjoy FFTD!! That series also tends to be my favorite of everything I've written, too. There's just something about FFTD Matty...

I could certainly give you some tips/suggestions that I've learned along the way! I've been writing and reading fanfic since 2005 so I've been around for a bit 😅 Though if there is something more specific that I didn't address--like something more specific with writing or editing or something--you (or anyone else who's curious) can certainly always send me an ask and I will always answer when I have a few minutes! But I'm not going to claim I'm remotely an expert on all of this, either. This is just from my experience and talking with other fic writers.

As always, the answer is below the cut!

First, I think it's always important to keep in mind that the more you write, the better your skill will grow with writing. Which goes for everyone, no matter how long you've been writing for or whatever your age is. I always see an improvement in my writing when I read something from even just a few months ago. And I even cringe at things like the very first Matt fic I wrote or even some early FFTD installments. So don't be too hard on yourself!

I think it's also important to remember to not compare yourself to others. We all have different styles and voices and that's a wonderful thing in writing. If everyone wrote the same or had the same ideas, there'd be nothing interesting to read. Everything would sound the same which would be boring. Personally, I didn't find my writing style/voice and grow comfortable with it until almost a year and a half ago when I started writing for the Daredevil fandom, so it's completely okay if you are still searching for yours.

Don't let any negative comments you might ever receive writing fanfic drag you down. Everyone gets them, and some fandoms have different dynamics than others where it may happen more often than in another one (though come on y'all, can we please practice the don't like don't read rule??). I think anyone who writes fanfic long enough will receive at least some hate. I've certainly gotten plenty over the years, and yes, it sucks and it can hurt or piss you off, but you have to remember to brush it off. There are likely many others enjoying your story to make up for that one person who's being rude. Block buttons can be your friend if you need them.

If you're having trouble writing a character that already exists in the fandom, studying them in the source material is always a good route. The amount of times I've gone and re-watched Daredevil, Punisher, or Kin in order to feel like I capture any of the characters in there just right is absurd, but it really does help to see their mannerisms, speech patterns, and to begin to get a feel of how they'd react in different situations based on how they've reacted in the show.

Lastly, when you write chapters for your fics and it begins to feel daunting, know that you can always break things down into more manageable chunks. I used to struggle to write much at a time until I learned to focus on the story in this way as opposed to focusing on everything that I still needed to make happen. Just focus scene by scene or even line by line. How to get Character A to do this or get to that point, for example, and it should hopefully seem significantly less terrifying. If you try to think of everything that needs to happen in a chapter all at once, it might begin to feel overwhelming and you may have the urge to give up. Try breaking things down and focusing on one thing at a time.

I could absolutely go on but I don't want to ramble! If there's something more specific you're curious about that I didn't touch on, or maybe you'd like more detail about, absolutely feel free to send me another ask! And this goes for anyone who made it through all of this! I always love chatting, sometimes it just takes me a moment to have time to sit down and answer. Hopefully any of this was useful/helpful though! I am always happy to help encourage others to write!!💕

[studestael]

Hello! ❄️

I'm Toni and I've been your Santa! This is my main blog (since you can't send asks from side blogs), but I participate in SRS with my personal/multifandom blog @thespiritualmultinerd !

I've been enjoying being your santa, and I'm glad to hear it was mutual!

To answer your last reply:

Yes, writing stupid things are great! :'D

I would love to see your drawings if you want to show them 😊

And oh my, that's you in the photos?? Talk about stylish!! I love the vibes ✨ My own style can vary quite a lot depending on my mood and the season, but it tends to be along those lines too! If I'm dressing up in the winter it tends to be a nice pair of trousers, buttoned up shirt and dress shoes, possibly with suspenders and my trustworthy pocket watch. For casual I might wear a band T-shirt and trousers, and I have a dramatically long brown cardigan that is awesome for the winter season. And then I have two nice wool coats for outerwear, a brown felt hat and one brown leather cap (wonderful when it's cold!), dark brown leather gloves and leather boots. I wear almost exclusively warm colours, lots of brown and green but I also love rust, red and petrol! In the summer I tend to dress a bit more hippy-ish, and for Christmas eve I rock a red rockabilly dress and high heel sparkling ruby slippers! I love the quote by Algernon from Wilde's The Importance of Being Ernest: "If I am occasionally a little over-dressed, I make up for it by being always immensely over-educated" 😄

Your job sounds like a lot of fun! At least you're in the right line of work, it sounds like, and that is good. (I currently study half time and work the rest as a substitute teacher, and though I feel like I'm being useful and do learn a lot, I also so very much feel that I don't belong there most days and very much miss being around artsy people). I've also been rather lost (haven't had a professional acting gig in years for example, and miss it so much), but one thing I've found regarding life and work is that, you know... you don't have to pick one thing to do. You can do so many different things, and you can always change path. In my experience, focussing on things that you enjoy doing and being patient tends to lead you along the right path ^^ If you miss performing, perhaps it's a good idea to focus on finding a way to perform again, whether it's on a professional level or not? Roads that other people have paved are not always right for us, and sometimes it takes some letting go of those made up rules to find our own paths. That's my advice - that you didn't really ask for, so take it or leave it, hehe! But I hope you will find your place eventually (I think you will).

Well! I'm finishing writing this at nearly three at night - there never seems to be enough time during the christmas days! I baked a cake today (with ginger, cinnamon and banana) and my best friend came over and we exchanged gifts. I hope that you are having a great and relaxing time, whatever you've been doing today and are doing tomorrow! ❄️🎄

hello toni :^) so happy to finally meet you!! sorry for answering this late, i was traveling with my parents for the holidays. i went to spain and then to my grandparents in the south-west of france!

i'll send you a message right after answering this ask to show you the drawings!

thank you very much <3 haha i totally get your style, sounds pretty class! i also dress differently in the summer btw, i tend to wear hawaiian shirts, a bucket hat, a cowrie necklace and stuff like that. i like to say i'm a cowboy in winter and a surfer in summer, which makes me an hawaiian cowboy :^)

thank you for the advice, that's very nice and comforting! i am more and more reconsidering this career cause i know i need more time to do things; working monday-friday for 35h/week isn't for me. i'd rather work less in a shitty job (that would pay more than the one i have anyway) AND have time to perform or at least practice, than working and getting too tired to do anything once at home

anyway as i said, i'm going to send you a private message so see you in a second!

[crescenthistory]

sorry to rant in your inbox, but i have a question: how do you get so many mutuals/ people to engage w/ your blog? (reblogs, comments, asks)

main reason i'm asking is because i have a blog myself (i also write) and as thankful as i am for all the likes, i just kinda wish i had more reblogs and mutuals/ people interacting in my asks/ inbox or commenting. (sorry if i sound selfish- /gen)

and i'm not assuming you'd have an exact answer for this! i was just wondering if you had some tips (btw, i love your blog!)

hi there, lovely<33

when i answer this, it is not just as crescenthistory, but as someone who has been on tumblr across various blogs for quite literally ten years. i have had some widely successful blogs and some much smaller and intimate ones.

i know it's cliche, but my biggest advice is to not overthink it. if you try to get at some overarching strategy, some specific times to post, specific things to write, etc. you're just going to exhaust yourself and even grow resentful of the very space you're trying to create. make sure your blog is a space of personal enjoyment – people catch onto that.

i've attended some larps over the years where they have this golden rule i think is equally suitable for tumblr – "you get what you give". almost all of my mutuals have been made either through me reblogging their work, commenting on their posts and sending them asks through my account, or through me actively receiving them when they do it on my posts (e.g. not just saying "thanks" but taking it as an invitation). many of my mutuals aren't writers, but engaged with my work really excitedly, so i kept talking to them and now we're tumblr friends! it can be as "simple" as that.

i don't really do anything to "get" people to engage with my work, i just post my work and engage with others' and then what goes around comes around.

it is incredibly understandable to want your work to be recognised and want to make mutuals/friends on here! that is in no way selfish or bad. you just can't force it too much either. post whatever you feel like, follow and engage with others regardless of their own following. give yourself space and grace and enjoy yourself 🫂🤍

[softpine]

@bb-enablefreebuild LITERALLYYYYYYY i even have this exact image saved in my asa & finn web weaving folder jfksjds it's so them, even the hands 😭

@forgotten-pixels oh yeah he definitely has a wikipedia page!! his first single was a pretty big hit and even though his other work hasn't been as mainstream, he's contributed to a bunch of other artists' work so he's still well known in certain circles. i also think he's JUST famous enough to get those weird AI generated articles written about him, like "remember the guy who sang [song title from 15 years ago]? this is him now!!" because he's not well known enough for people to realize it's false / clickbait lmao. (btw you never have to apologize for asking questions!! i love them at any time 🥺)

asa has a regular phone but he may as well not have one at all because he quite literally never charges it or brings it anywhere fjkjsds stevie is the one who's always switching out her phone case & never gets around to putting a screen protector on so her screen is definitely cracked, i think elaine probably loses her phone the most on accident, and jada will say she lost her phone even when it's ringing in her hand because she just doesn't want to answer. if we still had texting limits stevie would use that shit up in half an hour, if that!!

his intentions were good...... his execution however..... leaves a lot to be desired

i'm so sorry my brain cannot even think about april fools right now without the dan and phil brainrot fully taking over 😭😭😭 no other pranks exist in my brain at the moment i can't even think of any sjksjd i could definitely see mikaela & danny pranking each other though

HELPPP this is so funny but i'm gonna have to say casper, there is no way he knows what that is

thank you for the idea!! i'm trying to avoid sending people a patreon link for written work; even if it's free (and it would be), there's still a connotation that it would cost money and i'm afraid no one would even click the link to read it (plus i've already used my patreon for cc so i'm afraid i would annoy the people who followed me for that content). ughhhh but thank you for trying :(

i'm really bummed about substack because it looked like the easiest way to accomplish what i want to accomplish but i'm sure i'll find something eventually. thanks for the interest 🥺

i would love to, but tumblr has a 30 pic limit and also i need to cut myself off at some point because otherwise i could literally spend months on 1 single post lmao 😭

you were right :P :P

i forgot about that too!! iirc wasn't it just dependent on the number of sims you have & their ages? asa bounces between caroline's and danny's houses so he would change the difficulty, but the mayfields would always have the highest rating because they also have sadie & the farm animals to take care of!

yes definitely!! just please credit the original mesh creator if applicable (i always list them) 💝

i forgot to answer this when you sent it, but i did read it right away and it made me smile, so thank you 💖💖

it really is the most attractive trait a person can have to me fjkjsds did you ever hear from that guy btw?? 💕

THANK YOUUU kisses you back one thousand times 💖💖💖

@minamill ILYYY 💞

@morrigan-sims thank you!!!! 🥺

[divorcedwife]

hope this ask isn’t too much of a bother but I really enjoyed that rite of spring perf you posted the link to and was wondering whether you had any other favorite performances (of whatever ballet you like, I know very little about it). Your art is absolutely gorgeous btw and I love seeing all your posts!! Hope you’re having a good day❤️

oh im glad!! <33 i think it's just so good, it's probably my favorite ballet because i enjoy everything about it. the music, the dancing, the storyline that's very simple and conveyed so well. i just love way the music will grow insanely dissonant and scary and pull back just before it gets too much, and alternate between that and moments that are beautiful and mysterious

anyway. to answer your actual question. yes absolutely! i don't have links to other full performances (sadly </3) but i definitely have some dancing clips that i've been watching lately, and maybe you'll find interesting

giselle - death of hilarion (link 1 - link 2) : the willis are vengeful ghosts who use magic to make men dance to death. i love how his dancing mirrors the girls, like a puppet! and the dancer who plays the queen, i never get tired of the way she turns him away. i really like giselle in general, though act 1 is a bit boring. it gets good when she dies

romeo and juliet - juliet's variation : the dancing is so fun and delightful. really does feel like a young girl who is having fun at a party and doesn't care what anyone thinks!

romeo and juliet - dance of the knights : love love love this choreography. it's so simple in a way that's so bold and so good at conveying who these people are. pure power

swan lake - act III pas de deux : now this is a famous one. i just love evil dancing. the way she calls the prince to her and wrenches her hand away from him at the end - so good

the young girls of rochefort - opening : now this isn't ballet anymore, but this movie has some of my favorite dancing ever. it looks spontaneous and natural, it looks fun. i want to be there with them

the young girls of rochefort - andy in love : i just love how the choreography is written to look like they're making it up on the fly, it's very cute. same point as above but everyone in this movie seems so happy just to be alive and the dancing is so good at conveying that

i hope these will be interesting to you! thank you for sending me this and for your kind words <333333

[amoebaforce]

Heya! I've been really enjoying your writing and wanted to ask for some hc of wol x thancred x emet selch. I just think those two hate each other so much but you can't make me choose only ONE. Have a nice day btw :).

this is possibly the funniest trio you could have asked for, and i thank you for it, anon! this was fun to write (though i did come to the realization that there's almost NO gifs of these two together!!).

fluff at first, but things get spicy under the cut :)

pairing: Thancred Waters x gn!WoL x Emet-Selch tags: fluff, established relationship, polyamory, bickering, a little jealousy perhaps, NSFW (mdni), threesome, oral (m receiving), penetrative sex, begging

The WoL is inevitably sandwiched between their partners every morning. Usually, Thancred’s playing big spoon on one side, while Emet-Selch’s sprawling limbs encroach from the other. Thancred sleepily swats at the Ascian’s hands when they loll toward him, as if warding a fly away. When Emet wakes to the sensation, he grumbles something about “hogging” and rolls closer on purpose.

You won’t hear the WoL complaining, though. There are much worse ways to emerge from a slumber, and the men are pleasant alarms, letting their lips and hands glide over the Warrior’s skin until all three are wide awake.

Yes, the WoL savors these slow, easy mornings, mostly because they seem to be the only moments in which their boyfriends aren’t actively bickering.

There is a subtle but ever-present air of competition between Thancred and Emet. They don’t outright fight over the Warrior — they’re both content enough to share — but they do try to outdo each other sometimes. 

If Thancred holds a door, Emet rushes to hold the next one. If Emet takes the trio on a trip, Thancred pays for every dinner. And of course, they’re quipping and japing at each other the whole time.

“See, darling, I told you the beach would be nice this time of year,” Emet hums to the Warrior. “Beaches are always nice in the summer, bell-end,” Thancred says from behind his sunglasses. Later, when Thancred falls asleep sunbathing, Emet uses sunscreen to draw a dick on his chest.

And, of course, their competition can’t help but spill over into the bedroom. They never sleep with the WoL individually — always together, and always with some kind of game happening between them.

Emet likes to use the Warrior’s mouth while Thancred fucks them from behind. The Ascian coos delicious little encouragements at both of them, trying to push Thancred into coming first.

“Doesn’t our beloved look so sweet like this?” Emet asks, hands fisted in the WoL’s hair. “Drooling and cock-drunk. Did you know their eyes roll back when you’re hilted?”

The WoL proves Emet right as Thancred groans and buries himself inside them. “Not fair,” Thancred grits out. “You’re making them clench up.” Emet laughs and purposefully gags the Warrior on his cock, sending a jolt to their core that makes them clench even harder. Thancred swears as he loses control and releases so hard his legs shake.

But Thancred has his own tricks, too. He knows Emet loves it when the Warrior begs, and he plays accordingly. When Emet is the one hilt-deep inside them, Thancred is a brutal tease.

He’ll kneel before their face and stroke himself slowly, letting the Warrior see his arousal drip. When they whine impatiently, licking their lips, Thancred merely smiles and cups their face in one calloused hand. “What was that, baby?” he asks. “If you want something, you have to ask properly.”

“Please,” the WoL keens. “Please, please, please let me taste you!” Emet shudders, hands tightening on their hips as he pumps into them. Thancred hums, as if considering his answer, but he’s really watching a vein protrude on the Ascian’s temple. He shrugs and looks back to the Warrior. “I don’t know, baby — do you deserve it?” he presses.

The WoL dissolves into babbles. “Yes, yes, please-please-please–” It’s too much for Emet. He growls out a warning, and Thancred knows he’s won this round. He finally relents, slipping his cock into the Warrior’s mouth as the Ascian slams his hips against theirs. Emet’s brutal pace stutters as he unravels, spilling until his spend is leaking down the Warrior’s thighs.

Thancred snickers as Emet pants through his aftershocks. “What a mess you’ve made. Would you like to switch, Emet, so our darling can clean you off?”