#thats not true I did write a few things but I think I only finished one or two

[sotvtaughtmehowtofeel]

man here we are the last day of febuwhump and I have written *checks notes* zero fics

remember when I paused by midnight time to do febuwhump last year and then never posted for by midnight time again

….im so sorry it might happen again

[nullwindd]

so.

finally finished undertale red and yellow 2.0. (I say that knowing fully well it was only announced almost two days ago) and it was fucking incredible??? i played the original back a few months ago but.

I will always stand by this characterization of clover and chara and OOOH I loved all the parts where frisk sorta joined in. Like in the elevators in hotland or some other part I can't remember where it said they did a thumbs up. I love this trio. but I'd also like to talk about cocoapowder because if I thought I liked them before. MAN.

the way you can slowly see chara's sort of abrasive nature which is a little genuine at first turn to being a casual teasing and friendly banter between them and clover. the way some of clovers thinking starts to rub off onto chara and chara starts to acknowledge how nice offering support is and how it does genuinely help. the way that clover is sometimes forced to confront the other side of the argument and that not EVERYTHING is positive which is also a good thing to think about. clovers insistence on the journey mattering more than the ending, and chara refusing that until after the asriel fight where they talk about how they wish they could've seen how clovers journey went as much as they liked watching frisk's. also clover repeatedly talking about how much they like charas smile. charas clear upset after the asriel fight but they shove aside their hurt at them thinking clover is gone for frisks sake. just. all of it. wonderful.

and saving clover in the asriel fight??? awesome. I may have died once but I got there. i loved all the imagery and the way their check status changed from Executioner, to Judge, to Jury as they accept that they aren't necessarily responsible for doing anything and it separates themselves more from their justice and that they dont have to do everything themselves! thats not exactly what I was trying to say but I've been writing a lot recently and the words aren't coming to me. however. very cool. also the way you can see their fears in the fight. clover characterization.

and I haven't even talked about all the extra side content like my personal favorite the el bailador recorder rhythm game portion?? best 4 minutes of 2025 nothing will peak that. some of the other stuff like new home (the picture is making me insane) and the kanako portion in true lab was also sick. my playtime on my pacifist save ended up being 9 hours and 30 mintutes ish when the original red and yellow was around 4-5ish hours. i really. really needed to see every bit of dialogue i could.

i don't know how to end this off but I was live posting in my discord every single room almost their dialogue despite a promise that I'd only do it for dialogue I thought was REALLY cool so if that isn't telling I don't know what is. i just wanted to rant somewhere about the traumatized children mod

if I don't see a good ut red and yellow fic within the next few months, after I finish writing the current thing I'm working on. its so over.

[hurthermore]

Hello! I found your page a few days ago, and last night, I completely binged on your Misconduct fic (I regret it sm cuz now I read it all T-T). And can I just say, wow, I think this has been my official favorite fanfic if all time. I can relate so hard to MC, and I've had similar abuse, and the way you write her is so authentic. Sometimes when fic writers portray abuse, it just doesn't ring true for me, but jeez yoir portrayal is SO fucking accurate. Anyway. Fangirling aside... I have a few questions for you!

1. Do you think part of the reason Alastor was so interested in MC is because she carries herself like his mother/has similar qualities to her?

2. Are we gonna see some of Alastor's childhood in this fic? I'm interested to hear about it since he hinted at it during the picnic.

3. (I know this question is annoying so ahndbfbfb feel free to ignore it, but do you have an estimate for when the next part is coming out? I only ask bc in a previous ask you said you like to plan things out haha)

4. Oh and! What do you think Alastor would do if during intimacy he notices MC dissociating/crying? What do you think he'd say if she voiced her thoughts about not being good enough?

Okok andjfnfn I don't wanna overwhelm you with questions so I'll stop here. But again, the way you manage to capture the abuse and the calmness Alastor brings is just- *chefs kiss* ilysm <3

Ahh tysm!!! I'm so glad you read misconduct and enjoy it so much!!<3 This kindddd of goes into spoiler territory SO.

Spoilers ahead!!

Onto your questions:

I thought I established it in chapter 10, but it will be become more obvious in chapter 11 that the reason Alastor is attracted to reader is not only because she is just insanely attractive, but because she has the same glint in her eyes that he does when he murders people; she has the ability to kill. Reader is neither elegant nor cute nor whatever, reader is your or your self insert, so whatever YOUR reader is, thats what reader is. (Does that make sense lmao??)

Honestly I wasn't planning on having Alastor's childhood in it because it would serve no purpose to the plot and I feel a lot of people would get bored if I did that. I might make him have some flashbacks of his mother, only snippets, but nothing in depth.

Honestly, I'm almost finished with this next assignment! LUCKILY ahaha. I've begun on Chapter 11, I just gotta focus on it, with the discord server and my assignment, i've been a bit too busy to focus on it. But I'm hoping to get the next chapter out by... Sunday??? Fingers crossed!!!

Ooof. He would stop immediately. If you seem uncomfortable or distressed whilst you're meant to be making love, he will stop. This will be established later, but Alastor can only kind of... get hard if you're turned on?? So yeah. He'd comfort you, asking you whats wrong, what he can do to help; he hates to see you cry, it breaks his heart! But hearing you say you don't feel good enough? He will be baffled; he's not good enough for you, if anything. So to hear you be so worried about that? He will remind you how you're a goddess in his eyes.

[kosmicdream]

im confident enough to post FFAK, which has anal prolapse, but i dont post the true drama....... my opinions about manga. *dramatic music* sometimes i kinda want to do some reviews.. its mostly me complaining.. it makes me sound so bitter like "do you like anything kosmic!" and..yes ! i do!!! okay!! i like a lot of things. once in a while, i dip my toes into a popular series to try to see if we are a good fit. Series like: Beastars, Dorohedoro, Dungeon meshi,ect.. and i kind. well. I dont like any of them LMAO. I mean, Ok, i actually really was into Beastars for a time, but after the fight with the bear guy (its been a few years sorry) and that story arc concluded.. it just spiraled to laughable levels and did not recover. I was genuinely laughing at it at times bc it kind of felt like a desperate scramble with the like. loopholes and power upgrades.. But I was invested for a time, it had a charm to me! I also loved the art and im curious about the authors next series about santa (partly because i too, am writing a story about santa). Dorohedoro has a great visual style, fun characters, i enjoyed reading but it also kinda didnt ...land for me beyond that, which is a shame. I feel like it is a series that "should" have clicked with me. And its like, not offensive to me but.. I'll forget that ive read the whole thing. I like STUFF in it. but thats not enough for me anymore. If i had read it when i was younger tho, it might have been a diff story. idk. My most unpopular opinion of all is that... I hated Dungeon Meshi.. Sure its ..pretty! cute designs. but i found it SO painfully boring and it actually was a struggle to finish. in the end, it felt like a waste of time.. SHOCKING take i know. That is the darling of everyones heart and i like, understand WHY its popular. .. but for me, i was not fed by anything. i am unfed and starved and going to eat elsewhere oh, and i.. as a person who has read a lot of fighting mangas.. I have tried to read chainsaw man, but i dont know if I can. I did finish Fire Punch. I'm surprised to say: i kinda liked it but it took a long time to force myself to read thru it. I honestly hated many aspects of Fujimoto's storytelling/character acting that i didn't think my opinion on it would change, but I'm a little more open to it now. I dont think i could ever super be into it or whatever, but i did find genuine enjoyment in aspects of fire punch. I did not really like look back. I haven't read his other one shot(s)? Where am i going with all this..I guess im giving some unrequested reviews after all...oops... a lot of this is spurred by how houseki no kuni is one of my most fav series, not only visually/characters/story/ect.. but i cant lie.... the ending... was kind of a flop for me... gorgeous and poetic ig sure but.. AUGH! it isnt what i wanted. maybe it'll be one of those "it'll grow on me" endings but thats mostly me having to go thru the 5 stages of personal grief and gaslight myself into it, but as the like actual honest first-reaction feeling it kinda lost me. I think it did not work when i felt the confrontation btwn phos/cinnabar wasn't the one i wanted to see. i will say tho, while im dissapointed, its not like a DEEP one or anything. I know its a miracle to even get to an ending.. i guess my take away feeling from it was like "everything fit together too well, too planned" but didnt feel planned, emotionally. I wasn't sold on it. Anyway, im here to speak my truth and my hot takes which, i honestly dont even want to have that one about HnK but its the real feeling i have for it.. Once again Utena's ending just has made all these other issues i have with various stories more obvious LOL

[logicroute]

hades fun ramble abt how the yttd fandom treats shin tsukimi :)

haiiii so if you know me you know that i have one billion illness about some guy named shin tsukimi from yttd! and i have some issues on how the fandom writes him, this is coming from someone who has health issues so im going to be somewhat projecting but! hopefully not that much. all of it is going to be under cut!

this is going to cover a lot of spoilers.. so i wouldnt click it unless you finished the game. its also going to cover topics like ableism and a mention of toxic relationships but thats expected when you want to talk about shin and the fandom

so in game (epsically in your turn to shine) its heavily hinted that shin is someone who has health issues (chronic illness and the works), even in the base game it is shown that shin is physically weak (chapt one in the bar where he tries to open the drawer for example.).

and how the fandom made that into shin being a weak person, but not in a strength sense, in the sense that he cant protect/cant hold his own (looking at you shin ship writers.). but! thats just the only issue right? (this is also ableism to me in a way.. but i cant put my words right at the moment.)

nope!! theres more. the fandom at times made shin out to be a 'dirty' person, someone who is gross and unclean. even if that's far from canon (there being a line that shins hands are clean in game.) and to me, thats just stereotypes of people who are mentally ill coming into play. saying that people who suffer from mental illness cant treat themselves on their own. which in some cases may be true, but not in all of them.

i also think this ties into shin being a person who was in game he is saving money, he is a job hopper which some fans took as he is poor which mean hes dirty.. which is just gross that people think just because a person may be poor, automatically means they're dirty.

theres also the issue with shadow sou (also know as shadsou in the fandom) where (some) people treat it as not a part of shin, it just being a part of midori. shin didnt bring out the hiyori persona out of nowhere, it wouldnt make sense that shin is some 'soft boy'.

fans tend to forget that shin isnt the best person, even in a few pregame thoughts. he can still be an asshole without being told about the 0.0% thing. you can let him be petty, you can let him be sly, you can let him be mean. he doesnt need to be doomed to do any of that.

its the same with the shinai, we only really saw small bits of the shinai.. and guessing from his dialog, he is still close to hiyori and that can affect how he acts, but that doesnt mean a pre game shin acts just like shinai, his an ai for a reason, he learns over time and picks up his own traits. its similar to how the fandom treats highschool shin and his friendship with hiyori and thats a whole another can of worms.

people who say they dont ship hiyori and shin.. and then say they dated in the past are an issue to me. not every toxic friendship has to be romantic, yes hiyori wanted to study shin, but thats because he wanted to see how much he can push a person. even the shinai says he likes to experiment on people, and hiyori most likely did the same with shin but more in a mental sense.

theres a reason why i dont interact with people who tag stuff with their ship tag, i dont trust them to take them in a way thats just them being 'friends'. and if you see it like that or make it out so hiyori isnt that bad of a person... block me i dont want you guys near me. (this goes with those 'midori isnt a bad person!!' au writers to. get out.)

on the topic of shipping, a handful of people who ship shin with people srsly make him out to be someone whos weak and needs to be protected by whoever the pairing is with. you guys just want your yaoi. i see this the most in keishin / alishin circles. shin doesnt need to be 'saved' or whatever, he just needs to heal on his own time, he doesnt need a romantic partner in his life for that.

thats a good part of my thoughts! if you have any questions on my thoughts on shin you can send me an ask here or shoot me a dm on discord :3 (samuraiyaiba)

[a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire]

For some reason Ive been thinking about the shipwar recently, specifically about this thing that I remember elriels saying a few months ago before I had everyone whos shipwar posts ended up in the anti-tags blocked. Apparently SJM said that she wanted to do something different for Elain in some interview and they were taking that to mean that she didnt want to do another mates-plotline and basically using that as confirmation for elriel. And I think thats interesting because it shows that there are people out there who think of her as a fated-mates writer, while I very much think of her as an angsty-edgy-shadowey-bad-boy-love-interest writer with the mates-stuff just being an additional thing that she likes.

Like, I dont know about the main character of throne of glass and her love interest (although Ive heard sjm basically did the same thing as in acotar where the first love interest gets replaced) but in acotar and the first crescent city book we get the following endgame romantic dynamics: traumatized female main character with her angsty edgy shadowey bad boy love interest, traumatized female main character with her angsty edgy shadowey bad boy love interest (jock flavor), traumatized female main character with her angsty edgy shadowey bad boy love interest (fratboy flavor)

And Ive seen some people argue that Azriel doesnt really fit in with the IC or even the entire night court, in response to anti-elriels pointing out that it would hardly be different if its just another plotline where its these two in hanging out in a house in velaris and having sex and growing closer, which is a good point, but imo it doesnt really change their fundamental dynamic thats been setup so far; Elriel is just another interation of Traumatized Female Main Character With Her Angsty Edgy Shadowey Bad Boy Love Interest, and if this thing about SJM wanting to do something very different with Elain is true and shes not just going to bend the characters into something completely different (which could still happen, I feel like not enough people take that into consideration in this discourse), then Elucien is really the only pairing that she can write. Unless she wants to do something truly crazy i guess, like introducing a brand new character or pairing her off with a woman

Idk, Im not invested in the ship war because i really havent found any of sjm's canon romances compelling, but I am rooting for elucien because if they get together that means we might finally leave the night court next book. Which, I actually havent decided if Im gonna read that one, I know im not gonna pay for it if I do get it, but I guess I should wait to do that until Ive finished the books that are currently out lmao. Also, ive seen some people speculate that next book is not gonna be Elain's book but that Nesta is gonna get a second one, which I find pretty believable considering the stuff ive heard about hofas, and in that case it seems like its gonna be primarily about like, prythian's past and maybe reviving the dusk court, neither of which are plotpoints that sound at all interesting because we barely know anything about present day-prythian and the courts that we have now, like how are we talking about the fucking dusk court when the dawn court has been 100% irrelevant so far

[salad-006]

btw salad what's ur opinion on eddsworld legacy?

For the most part, i think legacy is Okay. It's not the Best, but its nice to see so many people come together to finish off the show. I can respect all the work these guys did, especially tomska.

If you came for my option on the season and thats it you can leave, because the rest of this is me going crazy mode

My only real problems lie with only 2-3 episodes, and it drives me Crazy because they're By Far the most popular, so they've caused the most problems. This one question ended up becoming a giantic essay SORRY im just passionate about ebbworld

Keep in mind these are Just my options, I'm not going to look down on you if you're the number one The End Fan. If you like it then Cool, you can continue to enjoy it. And i can continue to hate it over in my corner

I'm keeping this section on Fun Dead short, mostly because it's not really the worst offender

The "Obliviously stupid to progress the plot" trope is so bad here. They've seen zombies before how do they not recognize them now. I get them being oblivious to super obvious things is the joke ,but its just not funny

For a Zombie centric episode, there's barely any Fighting. I feel like big fight scenes are what people like most with these. But no we get a 30 second montage, one that's not even animated

They are such wusses in this episode id bully them if i was there i think

The End. Don't even get me started on The End. Legitimately i have never seen such a botched finale in my life. Fair warning this is about to get long and angry im sorry

Let me ask one question: how come in the Finale To Eddsworld Legacy, the season Dedicated to Edd Gould and his work, Edd Himself does not play a prominent role? I'm not even kidding, you could write Edd out completely and Nothing would change. Ive heard people say this was Tomska going out with a bang before leaving the show, but from what i know he also wanted eddsworld to be completely over at The End. If that's true he could have atleast let Edd shoot the harpoon or some shit, come on

This is such a disappointing finale overall. They don't do anything exciting. We just get to watch a little "do you remember this episode?" Montage, all the sudden everything gets crazy then oh! Episodes over goodbye forever.

An end fight might have been more exciting had it been set up properly. They gave us the bare minimum, which was having tords stupid little gang tag appear a few times then having two of his coworkers/soldiers appear a few times. That doesn't hint at a Tord being an evil meglomaniac who's got a giant fucking robot hidden under the house

FUTURE EDD CAME OUT OF NOWHERE AS WELL, AND HE WORKS GREAT BECAUSE HE SETS UP THE LORE IMMEDIATELY. Tords return gave us Nothing beyond "he is manipulating them!!" Instead we get the book dropped on us halfway through the LAST EPISODE OF THE SEASON without ever being given any sort of explanation. That's just it.

ALSO FUCK BRINGING TORD BACK AT ALL. the dude asked to be removed from the show and what did they do? Hinted at his return like 15 times then had him come back as this manipulative mastermind, whos got a bunch of science stuff and a russian accent. At the bare minimum you could have writtten him to atleast resemble something close to Tord. There's literally more evidence that points to him being a clone than there is him being the real Tord, and it WASN'T EVEN INTENTIONAL.

Took a character who had left with all his loose ends tied up, brought him back with completely new unexplained info, then ended the show with both the original and the new loose ends untied. I've read this was Tomska trying to write Tord out of the show for good, but he somehow managed to do the complete opposite by leaving him at a LITERAL cliffhanger. Now all the 12 year olds are @ ing eddsworld begging he comes back for a redemption episode.

I could scream forever about the end but ive already said too much SORRY. This is why im just rewritting it myself to make it good

One last thing: its somewhat heartbreaking to me how Legacy has totally overgrown the classic episodes. Of the top Ten most popular videos on the channel, Seven of them are legacy episodes, with Edds three episodes being at the very bottom of the list

I just don't like it. I dont like how legacy has become like the Face of what eddsworld is. Maybe it's just because Edds work has been one of the biggest inspirations in my life (if that wasn't obvious already) IDK it seems unfair

Tldr: i dont like what legacy has done to the series and the fandom, but it's okay for the most part. Fuck The End though

[techtakesoff]

Speaking about pages, what are the kind of things that would unlock their potential? how long do they have to struggle? The only pages i've seen so far are jake and tavros and both of them arent exactly fully realized pages on their own. Or at least versions of them that have realized their powers arent given narrative spotlight.

i have a page of life in my session and i planned that even after finishing their quest, theyre still relatively powerless. but then, their friend, a prince of doom, went grimdark. their leader pushed them to fight the prince on their own. they were hurt badly and they have to drag themselves to die on their quest bed with their meagre powers. and that was the catalyst for the page's powers. do you think thats enough for the page or did they have to go through another arc to control their overflowing power so its useful instead of self destructive? im not even sure what kind of power upgrades my oc should get. pages are hard to write.

   Where other classes develop sort of naturally, be it fast or slow, pages need a massive amount of introspection to get anywhere. Their true potential is unlocked by great emotion, in combination with a self-assurance and humility few pages will attain without help.

Most of them will find themselves relying on a strong figure in their life, willingly or not, and their relationship with that person may often be what kick-starts their development: A battle betwixt their own want for self-reliance and their dependency on others. 

   Tavros was quite literally dependent on others’ care in his disability, Jake relied on Dirk to lend him his skill and strength via the Brobot. Both were happier when freed from these restrictions, but their effect on their development can’t be written away.

   As for your Page of Life, if the Prince of Doom is someone important to them, I can definitely see how such a challenge might push a Page to the edge of their mental capabilities and cause the awakening of their powers.

Survival instincts might kick them into overdrive, that happens even to non-Sburb players, and there’s little as transformative as a death, in the most literal sense.

   If not for the sake of keeping their powers going, the Page would definitely need time to reel them in afterwards, as such great potential can hardly be wielded by someone who doesn’t know its capabilities, its limits, like learning the sensitivity of the engine on a new car.

Their presence might overwhelm the ground and air in plants and pollen, an explosion of flower power. Learning to take hold of and really control their inner power requires looking inside, and that’s something the Page will resent. The preferred plot of Pages is one that serves them, moves at their own pace and at their whim, and in turn they allow this plot to mold and move them as it pleases.

Truly mastering a Page’s power is to go against the grain and flow, to know themselves. They know how to get others to do what they want, now they must know to get *themselves* to do what they want.

[lover-girl-estxx]

Nerd

Nick Diaz x Reader (17)

Fluff?

| 3rd person POV |

"I don't need a fucking tutor!" Nick said his voice is getting louder "Nick," the principal said "please watch your mouth" "no fuck this!" Nick stood up "NICHOLAS! sit down" Melissa Nicks mom said. Nick sat back down sighing "your grades are horrible but fixable, if your grades keep going like this you won't get your GED or graduate-" "I don't need my GED , I'm gonna fight" "if you don't get your grades up no more training" His Dad said, Nick shook his head "I'm trying my best your teachers fucking suck not my fault! Don't need somebody walking me through shit!-" he was cut off by the principal clearing his throat and nodded to the door, where Y/n stood with a light smile "Y/n thanks sorry for pulling you!" He said "it's okay" she stood awkwardly "have a seat" Y/n took a seat next to Melissa who gave her a smile.

"this is Nick, I don't know if you have met but this is Y/n. Y/n gonna be your tutor till your grades are up, she's great she's tutored before I think you'd get along" the principal said "fuck this! this chick is gonna treat me like I'm stupid for three hours a day! After I deal with you people" Nick stood up grabbing his back pack walking out of the room. His Dad stood up to get Nick, "I'm sorry about him I think he's just embarrassed" his mother said "it's okay I don't take it personally" Y/n smiled .

"you were very rude to that girl!" Robert said (dad) "i wasn't-" "stop digging yourself deeper Nickolas" he sighed. Little did Nick know his mom already told Y/n to come to their house tomorrow after school.

Next Day ---------

"you're not going to train today," Nick thought he heard his mom wrong "what?" He asked "that girl Y/n is coming over to help with homework. I called Richard and he said if you finish in time you can go" he scoffed "you didn't" there was a knock at the door "mom?" She walked right past him and went to the door "y/n very good to see you again!" His mother said and smiled "good to see you too miss.Diaz " "Nick go ahead and show her your room!".

| Y/n's POV |

I sat at the end of his bed awkwardly "what do you want to start with first?" I asked softly "i'm sorry..i'm sorry I was a asshole yesterday" he said sitting up on his pillows "it's okay!" I smiled "no it's not i-i'm sorry" "thank you for apologizing!" he nodded. "what do you want to start with?" I asked as he spread his homework on the bed "nothing" he scoffed i smiled "what are you best at?" "none of it.." I sighed "okay what do you enjoy most?" "I don't know Math I guess" "Okay!" I looked through his homework. "does that make sense?" I asked after trying to explain to him "um yeah I guess" he huffed "see if you can do a few and if not i'll walk you through it again if it doesn't make sense" he nodded and started working on it. "is that right?" he asked flipping the paper to me "Yeah! that's how the rest of the sheets are so if you want to do that till your tried of it?" "yeah i'll just do that".

"okay i'm tired of this" he said throwing his pen to the said "English?" "I suck at writing" "English is only like 25% writing" "that's not true"he laughed "mainly typing" "same thing!" he smiled. "it says to write a paper on the history of one of your hobbies" I said handing him the paper "I don't have any hobbies" "whats training?" I asked "like fight?" "thats a hobbie, talk about the history of that!" he nodded "I guess" "take notes while you train" "I can't!" "have someone do it for you tomorrow!" "okay I will" "do a bit History then we'll be done" he nodded.

"is the same okay for tomorrow?" I asked grabbing my backpack "yeah that's okay" "okay! thanks for being cool about me coming here" he nodded "of course! i'll walk you out" I smiled. "how was it?" Mrs. Diaz asked "it was great got a lot done" "tomorrow?" "yes ma'am" she nodded, Nick opened the front door for me walking behind me "where's your car?" he asked "oh I walked" "do you need a ride?" "no i'm not far thanks though!" he nodded and waved.

| Nick's POV |

Three Days Later ------

Y/n sat at her lunch table her friend Mandy I think it was, both talking back and fourth. I sighed before walking up to her table "hey" I said softly "hey Nick! What's up?" she smiled "I have study hall, I was hoping you could walk me through this really quick?" holding the paper in my hands "yeah!" "I'll go sit somewhere else!" Mandy smiled Y/n nodded. I sat next to her "sorry" I said "it's okay, I don't mind at all!" she smiled, "that's perfect! just keep doing that over and over" "sounds good thanks" "of course! anything else till tonight?" she smiled again "um...I was thinking if you don't mind coming to train with me? I need more notes for that paper" "i-i wouldn't mind" "awesome! I can have my mom pick you up if that's easier" she wrote her address down handing it to me "and if it's to much trouble I can walk" he nodded "i'll see you later" "see ya".

We were on our way back from my training, "I like it we'll type it up tomorrow?" She smiled handing me back my rough draft "yeah!" "Okay well I'll see you tomorrow thanks for the ride" he nodded "thanks for coming".

| Y/n's POV |

Next Night -----

Nick had a movie on his TV while he typed on his laptop, next to me. Close to me. If I could I would just sit across from him and look at him. I knew that probably as soon as his grades get up he will probably never look at me again but God would I.

| Nick's POV l

I feel her head fall on my shoulder, I look down and she's dead asleep. Nate walked in my door "oh are you just in love?" He whispers laughing "Nathaniel get out!" He closed his eyes pretending to kiss the air "I'm gonna kick your ass" I mouthed making him laugh.

"Y/n?" I whispered rubbing her arm "oh my god sorry" she whispered rubbing her eyes "it's fine" she moved down the bed "oh it's late" she yawned looking at my clock "yeah didn't want to wake you up" "bye!" She smiled "hey you walking home?" She nodded "let me put my shoes on I'll walk you" "you don't have to!" "But I do. Don't think i'd be able to sleep if I didn't" I said putting my shoes on.

Y/n shook under the cold air next to me, I took my jacket off putting it over her shoulders "thanks" she smiled up at me and I nodded. I walked her to the porch "I'll give you a day off tomorrow" she said "that would be great" I chuckled "thanks for walking me" "anytime no more walking by yourself" "what do you get from being my security?" She smirk. Fuck. I cupped her face "can I kiss you?" I asked nervously, she shrugged "I guess I'll allow it" said then laughed. I leaned down and softly kissed her lips "you kiss better than I thought" she said wide smile "I don't know if that's a compliment or an insult" I turned my head laughing "I don't know either but good either way" she shrugged.

[ankhisms]

ok one lovely person said they wanted to read the writing practice i mentioned being tentative about sharing so here <3 i have some notes and thoughts as well included. since the dont reblog function is still broken pls dont rb this thanks

as a disclaimer i am very rusty with prose which is why im trying to practice it at all since ive mainly been writing poetry and not any prose for the past few years since i felt discouraged about writing prose but now im trying to get myself to practice again. also one thing im aware of is that i have a tendency to accidentally switch between tenses so if you notice that yes i know its something im working on. also both of these arent finished they have gaps between action and thoughts which ive noted in the text

for this first one i havent written the beginning establishing the setting and everything but the premise is hiromu has a dream where he and enter are sitting at a cafe in paris and shenanagins ensue. well not really shenanagins its just a conversation i think their dynamic is interesting and i wanted to explore it in a more neutral not battle related setting so thats why i wrote this

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(beginning and descriptions of surrounding add here)

hiromus narrows his eyes, "did you hack into my dreams?"

this causes enter to scoff, "really, red buster, you wound me," he rests his chin against his palm and explains, "i havent hacked into anything. you called me here."

"thats ridiculous," says hiromu, blunt even when sleeping.

enter smiles, "oui, ridiculous, perhaps,  but it is true none the less. it would be rude of me to refuse an invitation, dont you agree?" he pauses, and leans over the table to add, "besides, i wouldnt lie to you- at least not here."

hiromu doesnt like that one bit, nor does he believe anything enter could possibly say. still, its not as if enter had invaded his subconciousness and just started torturing him with computer cables. compared to the more avian related nightmares hiromu had, this was pretty tame.

he briefly tries to recall anything he could have possibly read before, even in passing, about how to wake yourself up from a dream. unfortunately for hiromu the only thing that comes to mind is how to wake up a buddyroid from sleep mode. too bad he doesnt just have some kind of power switch like nick or usada. but maybe something similar to that could work, some kind of jolt to his system. people pinch themselves when theyre dreaming, right? or was it something about holding your breath? hiromu cant remember which one is supposed to work, so with a deep inhale he starts pinching his arms.

to enters credit, he doesnt immediately laugh like a madman upon seeing hiromus cheeks puffed out while he frantically pinches his arms. the most he lets out is a quick snort, before reaching over the table to pat hiromus cheek, "your manners are awful," enter says, "weve only just said hello and youre already trying to wake up. you cant possibly hate me that much, mon cher."

the hand against his cheek is warm. of course, most peoples hands should logically be warm to touch, but not enters. the projection of a human shouldnt be warm. did jin ever feel warm? hiromu doesnt feel keen about playing back all the moments during battle when enter had gotten close enough to possibly feel some kind of heat. thus, thinking about his avatar team mate is the better option. except he cant recall any time jin had ever felt warm either. does a dream offer an avatar more humanity somehow?

hes thought about it for too long perhaps, because he hasnt replied and enter is starting to look at him curiously, and so hiromu decides he can dwell on it when hes actually awake. he lets out his breath and swats away enters hand with a scowl for good measure. enter feigns an exaggerated pout, but then he settles back in his seat all the same, keeping his hands to himself.

hiromus cheek still feels warm and itchy, but hell be damned if he lets enter know something he did got under his skin. this too is like a battle, the enemy can find weaknesses even in the smallest of movements. he restrains himself from scratching his face, opting instead to glare more at enter across the table.

his enemy looks different in the cerebral parisian landscape theyve found each other in. for one thing, hes actually wearing civillian clothes rather than his usual long coat or any of his attempts at disguising himself. with enter perched opposite of him wearing a dark turtle neck and a caramel sweater, hiromu is struck by the jarring realization that the avatar almost looks like a normal person. almost, if one didnt already know that the man sitting there was made of code rather than flesh and bone.

eyeing him carefully, hiromu thinks that he catches the slightest glitch at the edge of enters face, an abnormality that is gone by the time hiromu has noticed it. enter may have decided to wear something a little more reasonable for this encounter, but he still isnt fooling hiromu. even in a fashionable sweater theres something off about him.

the rest of his attire aside, he does still have those ridiculous goggles pushed up against his brow, because of course he does. he would fit the part of a cafe loving paris tourist better if he had a silly little beret instead of his trusty eyeware, but hiromu doesnt particularly feel like pointing that out. seeing enter flounce around in a beret isnt exactly an enjoyable thought at the moment.

(add something here)

"ive heard about people going to paris for the first time and getting sick from the shock of how dirty it is," hiromu says, "you should be glad it doesnt smell here."

enters nose wrinkles, "dont say that, you'll ruin my appetite"

"so you have an appetite? its not like you need to eat, right?"

the avatar shrugs, and carefully picks up his fork, saying, "i may have no need for food to survive, but that doesnt mean i cant enjoy it." enter takes his time with slicing off a chunk of the lemon cake between them, and continues, "theres things humans dont need but do none the less, non? your lives are so short after all, why not chase after every little pleasure."

seeming satisfied with himself, enter takes a bite, eyes closed with an exaggerated look of bliss. whatever emotion it is that enter has been trying to elicit from hiromu, hes just growing more annoyed, rolling his eyes and pointedly turning his body away from the cake.

(add something here)

hiromu stands up with a jolt, and the screeching sound of his chair breaks what little illusion of idle cafe chatter this dream had left to offer. he fumes, fists clenched with his gaze set firmly on enter, who only barely looks up to offer a smug smile.

"we," hiromu spits out the word disdainfully, "are nothing alike. theres nothing to compare between us."

despite the outburst of his dining companion, enters expression remains unchanged. if anything, hiromus insistance upon distancing himself has only amused enter further. he laughs, throwing up his hands half heartedly, as if they were old friends having a casual debate rather than mortal enemies with their blades always at each others throats.

"i suppose we should leave it at that then," enter reaches for one final bite of cake, clearly enjoying himself, "this has been lovely, you really should invite me more often, ma puce."

"go to hell," hiromu tells him, and lunges to try and land a punch against that awful smile.

by the time hiromus fist reaches where enters face would have been, the avatar has already disintegrated into a burst of code. orange numbers and the distant sound of laughter linger for a moment in the air, before hiromu blinks awake in his room.

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this second one i wrote before the first one and im still not very happy with it and might scrap it and try to rewrite it. i couldnt decide what point of view i wanted to write it from between third person pov or vaguely enter talking so it feels muddled to me. this was mainly a kind of train of thought because i had and still have a lot of thoughts about the avatars and what it means to be human and what it means to be an avatar and if they can feel things etc along with enter and escape being their own people and having their own identities and lives. but i feel like i didnt exactly get all the thoughts that i wanted to convey across very well so again im probably going to rewrite this at some point lmao

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86 billion neuron cells, with another million billion synapses connecting the spaces in between, all sending information to and from the brain, the extremities and sensory organs having gathered data from the outside worlds stimulation in order to help the human machine function.

  from ancient calculating tables and tally sticks, to early machines reading punch cards, to alan turings first thought of the modern computer, you could trace an avatars lineage back to the very first time a human began to count just as easily as you could to any of these.

enter and escape are not any of the doomed researchers that crossed the gap between dimensions, whos data was cleanly picked apart from their miserable mortal bones and woven back into the code of their forms. perhaps you can not fault those same humans for their squeamishness at the thought of any person being undone in such a way, let alone a family member. really, nature has functioned like this long before the first digital computer ever graced the earth with its code.

when a deer falls dead in the forest its body becomes food for the rest of the life among the trees, and in time its flesh decomposes and turns to soil. another one bites the dust only to offer up a meal for the starving masses. you are born, you die, and someone finds a way to steal from you long after youre gone. c'est la vie, as we say.

think of it, dear reader, as such; a thousand photos lie before you of humans. pictures of people from across the world, some of them seeming familiar and some of them with faces unknown to you. you can thumb through as many as youd like, but in the end you will always come to the same realization that somewhere, within these people, are bits and pieces of yourself. this one, looking off camera against a gray sky, has your nose. this person, leaning against a bridge and failing to strike a good pose, has your eyes. the next person will have your smile, ectera ectera. you get the picture- ha.

even if you were not flipping through a book of old family records you would still spot bits of yourself in people far away and long dead. this, mon cher, is how i see best fit to consider what it means to be created from composite data, for i assure you one need not be an avatar to be formed in such a way. you have been strung together from bits and pieces of every person your ancestors ever loved.

love, ah. thats another subject we must discuss, sooner or later, i suppose. can a machine love? really now, i wish you would find something else to ask. anything else would be a more stimulating topic of conversation. why must we agonize over such messy details? humans simply can not stop themselves from philosophizing until theyve got nothing left to make a philosophy out of.

what does it matter if a machine could or couldnt love, when plenty of stinking humans have never even thought to act on the very principle they obsess over. love. let us not get sidetracked by such nonsense, we still have other aspects to examine.

delete that last input, page back with me, now think again on the subject of data, and of rebirth. the doomed researchers are not escape, nor are they enter, just as much as you are not the person who first gave you a specific gene in your dna. the researchers were a sample for an experiment greater than any they had ever run through before. do you get it now? do you understand? of course you wouldnt. humans are foolish enough to think they are one of a kind.

   forget about if a machine loves, just what can an avatar feel? if their coding is to be equated to the human nervous system, then is it so hard to consider that they too could find the many vices of the earth pleasurable? enter cursed himself for spoiling messiah, having given the virus too much of a taste of just how splendid human suffering could feel. he was taught pleasure too soon, and greed was already something he knew from birth. enter should have known better than to offer up a plate of food he could not continue to harvest sustainably- not yet, at least. especially when the one gobbling down that harvest throws a tantrum the moment its all gone.

really, is it so terrible to ask for a thank you once in a while? you would think that after devoting your existence entirely to a single being, you might get a few bones thrown your way. in this we could draw another parallel between the humans and machine, where enter is scorned by his messiah in the same vein as humans praying for salvation from some unforgiving god.

i am drifting off course. forgive me, you see a machine can ramble just as easily as a human, non?

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ok yay thanks if you read all or any of this honestly i appreciate it. id love any feedback anyone has including constructive criticism from writer friends but i just ask that you maybe try to be a little gentle with me and remember that im very rusty yknow but i do still appreciate any thoughts or helpful tips thank u again mwah

[semi-imaginary-place]

started watching p5t consensus seems that's it's on par with other persona sidegames so alright but not good on its own. seems like its taking the worst of p5 aping on the language of revolution while not engaging with any sort of actual rebellion. with its like middleschool understanding of the french rebellion nobles evil rebels good. shame i like grid tactics games guess it'd time to watch a playthrough and see for myself.

lavenza looks older. like in p5 she was like half joker's height. but she also looked like a child because yald was messing with her power so maybe this is closer to her true appearance.

wtf. why does his chibi make him look older. his chibi looks like 45 but his full sprites make him look like he's in his 20s.

wedding ring as slave collar. huh.

...this is all an elaborate capture the flag game.

Toshiro acts like he's 45. but he's the youngest diet member so i think he's between 28-36.

Getting the impression toshiro is the main character of this game. Everything in the collective unconscious related back to him. The thing i cant figure out is how erina relates to him.

I do like how the war general is going around looking like buddha and talking like a love cult thats christianitys deal.

Been wondering the party treats the little hat dudes as normal so I've been wondering if they see them as humans and the generic sprites was for the audience or if they actually are little hat dudes and everyone is cool with that.

Hmm so erina is some version of toshiro's highschool classmate that explains why she's phantom thief age. But why was she in the first world?

Yeah this is all toshiro all the way down. Finished with the school and so far tactica hasn't really impressed me.

What is UP with makoto's characterization in this game. The others are mostly fine but for her the violence anger gag is like half her character here damn tactica writers hate makoto.

Oh eri lived thought she was dead dead for a minute. What with erina's whole deal.

And since eri isnt actually here to affect things this is all from how toshiro sees things. That means he forgot or couldn't accept what eri actually said (rude).

Huh this shadows eyes are white (inverted). Weird because in the first curscene they were yellow but every appearance afterwards has been white.

Oh i like that take for erina. Whats interesting is this is the only example i can think of where the user and persona are different genders. In most instances if the persona user is female the persona is feminine and if the user is male the persona is masculine, with a few more gender neutral persona designs in the mix.

Look im all for fighting gods but this feels a little forced.

P5T is meh. It's mid for persona side games which themselves are not as good as the main games. Tactica has fun interactions if someone already likes the p5 cast but beyond that it doesn't have much. Story is kinda weak i mean it's ok but there's also not really anything really engaging about it. I did like how it was essentially a toshiro vignette instead of trying to juggle multiple characters and stories, nice and focused.

It seems dlc is another entirely separate side story (a side story to a side story) but maingame didn't impress me with it's writing so i probably won't look into this. I kinda want to play tactica because i like tactics games but no way is this game worth $60? 70?, It's worth like 15$ maybe 20.

Hold up you telling me toshiro's persona is THE CHE GUEVARA. and they queered his gender and turned him into a woman.

[beamzar]

26th November 2023

Open entry: 20:52

I didnt write yesterday, so let me fill you in on that quickly. We woke up and went to the next town over in hopes to do some pottery painting. Sadly it has been overbooked, so that plan is being moved to after Christmas. We did stroll around the market and have tons of fun, sat down at a waterstones and chatted before we both went to mine. It was nice. She was very pretty that day. It is usual for her to be but that day especially. She put a bow in her hair. She was very gorgeous, very smily, very chatty. I havent really had such an effect on anyone ever like this. I might have but not one i can remember so clearly. It was a lovely day.

Today contrasts it significantly. I have been rotting in my room. Blinds down, door closed, clothes on my chair, with only the blinding light of my PC illuminating whats there. Left alone with only my thoughts and my sickened state. My eyes arent getting better. If anything they burn more, they sting being open. My health is deteriorating, i cant keep them open. I tried to work on my Psychology assignments but to no avail. I completed 3 out of 9 pages. Those will spring up to be 11 tomorrow.

Im a mess, i feel disgusting. My emotions are too much to bear. So much to bear and only a few cracks are spilling them out. Im loosing sight of myself as a person honestly, ive been focusing so much on the outside, on everyone else, to try slow time down, to try make things feel more real. To no avail, its not working well, and now i dont know who i am anymore. And when i do try to look for myself i dont see what i am. My dysphoria is back, more and more i feel disgusted with my physical self, aswell as how i speak. I hate feeling feminine. I thought i could make myself like it, i did. At the start of college i tried being more feminine, i tried embracing it, i tried reassuring myself that simple androgyny is fine and what i am, simply to discard the matter that i will never be a guy. People will never see me as a guy, not even the ones im close with. No offence but i see it to be true, i do not mind, its simple reality.

I give myself the hope that soon, hormonal treatment will fix that. But in reality, i cant even have that. Im weighed down between the bond i have with my family. They would never accept me, they can never fathom the sight of me knowing that i am what i am. That scares me. I dont want them to hate me, but im afraid of what i will do if i keep hating myself like this.

I didnt do much today. I ate, played, chatted.

I spoke to my friend of 15yrs. She had nice stories to tell, i love talking to her. Theres a reason why weve been friends for so long.

Ill be resorting to old habits and going into school early to do work right before class. I might rethink this decision, might not. Might regret it, might not. Im thinking of going home early tomorrow to finish what i started from my psychology work. Ill have to have something to show my teacher on tuesday. She wont ask but ill feel guilty if i dont. I want to stay in her class.

Thats it, goodnight.

Close entry: 21:14

[wittywallflower]

For 2024 in review!

2, 7, 20, 30!

2. What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year?

(not IN a fic specifically but whatev) This year i did a holiday fix challenge (Catwinter) and while I have written holiday-themed fic collections before, and used prompt lists before, I've never really done the actual challenge as part of a fandom event where i actually follow the prompt list and post the stories during the designated time with the special hashtag, I'm usually just doing my own thing on my own time and not tagging the event/prompt because i wasn't following the 'rules' after all. I'm always hesitant to commit to events like that cuz like, what if i have no inspiration and motivation to write when it comes down to it??? then i feel the lowgrade anxiety/stress of not turning my homework assignments in on time. even tho I'm a fucking 40 year old woman with a bachelor's degree who is voluntarily writing fanfic just for funsies. I fucking hate the way brains work sometimes...

Anyway the event was fun and I made myself write just the scene(s) that came to me instead of agonizing about building up some backstory to the scene, building perfect bridge scenes between disconnected bits, and fleshing it all out 'properly'. Because that tends to lead to me not finishing/posting things because it never feels like enough. But the fact is that sometimes my story was meant to be only 1.2k words and Thats Okay.

7. Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year?

I wrote the Catwinter fics mentioned above plus a few others for Dead Boy Detectives, a show brand new for 2024.

I also wrote my first Ted Lasso fics this year, though i have been a fan of the show since pre-2024.

20. Share your funniest line

got distracted from answering this by rereading several things, lol. no particularly good one-liners that will make any sense out of context. which is surprising to me because usually every fic has at least one line that is witty af. but here's two fun excerpts of a chapter from my Ted Lasso fic where Roy and Jamie get ready for a road trip and I think this bit is hilarious but maybe that's cuz its semi-based on semi-true events...

(for context, a minute before Jamie was joking about Roy having special mind powers):

“ Busier than usual, there’s a queue,” read the text from Roy. “Might be a while. ” Jamie grinned.  “ bet u can tell me exactly how long it will b ” he typed back “ Fuck off, I’m not clairvoyant. ”  Jamie needed to take a second to google that. Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Roy, just say ‘psychic’ like a normal person.  “ Go on n guess. If u get it right ill give u 2 song skips on the playlist ” “ Who are you, fucking Spotify? We’ll skip whatever the fuck I want to skip. ” A second later came a rare Roy Kent double text. “ Fucking fine. 24 minutes. ”  Jamie was delighted that Roy had given in and decided to play along. It wasn’t impossible to get the stodgy fucker to be silly sometimes.  “ its a bet. honored 2 b best mates with a superhero ” was accompanied by a salute emoji, several wink and silly tongue-out emojis “ Fuck off. ” Roy predictably responded.  (.............)

“Okay, now are we ready?” Roy asked again. “Yup! Oh, wait! Alllllmost, ooone sec-” Jamie stalled as he unlocked his phone and gave it a few taps. “Okay.” Jamie held up the phone where Roy could see it as a video clip began to play. The voice of Optimus Prime gave a rallying cry of “Autobots, roll out!”. And Roy had to work really fucking hard actually to resist joining in Jamie’s demented giggling.  “How long have you been waiting to do that?” Roy tried to ask as deadpan as he possibly manage. Ice cold stoicism. Jamie’s giggles continued, so Roy probably wasn’t very successful at that.  In that precise moment, an alarm went off on Jamie’s phone and that muppet face of his fucking lit up even further with glee and wonder. He started slapping Roy excitedly on the bicep and shoved the phone right up in Roy’s face, pointing at the timer app on the screen. “Psychic Grandad” was the label on a 24 minute countdown that now read 00:00. “ That’s how long i been waitin’! Oh my god, Roy!” The giggles escalated into cackles until Jamie had to take a pause and gasp for a breathe a few times before he got enough wind for another round of laughter. 

30. What would you like to write next year?

I would like to make some fucking progress on my OFMD multichaps which have languished largely untouched since 2023. Really any of my unfinished multichaps I would love to give them some attention.

The Big AmbitionTM project is the 42k words i have written (zero of these words are published anywhere) of a Modern AU Good Omens Beelzebub/Gabriel fic I wrote long before GO s2 was even a thing that might possibly exist someday. honestly its a fairly complete and pretty damn okay fic as-is, but its not Great yet, and the overachiever in me is like "you know what would really put this story over the top? Inserting some quoted lines and easter eggs and direct references to GO s2 up in this bitch." cuz it already has a bunch of similar references and lines from s1, and s1 didnt even have canon Ineffable Bureaucracy! I can't write that many words for the ship and not even mention their fucking song! but finding the lines and the more subtle references to use will require watching s2 again, probably more than once, and I've just been busy fixating on different shows

[neyswxrld]

Thanks for the tag! 😄

I think I spent too much time thinking and writing this, but it was so much fun!

Our weekend starts around noon on Friday. We really wanted to try and paint together for a long time and that is why Echo and I set up our kitchen table and took out acrylic paints and canvases! We decided to play this game where we start painting on our canvases and swap them after some time.

While I started to paint a landscape, Echo drew some silly animals that were really cute. During our "creative phases" we didn't talk that much, because we were concentrated on our canvases but during the time we exchanged them, we always had a good laugh.

After we swapped a few times, we had some silly, colorful paintings, that we hung up on the living room wall.

By the time we were finished with everything, it was evening and we started cooking together and finish off the day with some cuddles and a movie.

On Saturday we woke up well rested. I wanted to do a picnic for a while, but no one else did, so Echo was my victim! (he was gladly, no pressure here, ok)

At first we prepared some food like chocolate strawberries and other fresh fruits and some snackies that didn't make a big mess while eating!

Then we packed all our things and went to the lake (it is a five minute walk from my house) and started our picnic! We talked about everything and anything, played some card games and read books together while we ate our snackies and just enjoyed our time with each other!

Then, when it got dark, we lay down and looked at the stars. We showed each other different constellations. As the night went on, the temperatures sank and thats why we came closer by the minute. After some time we were entangled in each others limps.

We also saw some shooting stars (heh, I was definitely the first who saw one). We made a wish for each we saw but didn't tell us what we have wished for, because otherwise the wish won't come true, as everyone knows!

When we got tired, seconds away from falling asleep, we packed our things again and walked home.

On Sunday, we went swimming, but not in the lake because I am so scared of fish! I am a good simmer, but I think I would drown if one touches me. So instead we went to a thermal bath.

I know it is hot at the moment but I really wanna lay down in some hot, bubbling water. Echo also really enjoyed his time there.

Because of the heat, we where one of the only people to enjoy the different pools. Our sore muscles finally started to relax in the warm water and the different minerals provided various pleasant smells.

We all know that swimming makes hungry and it's exhausting and that's why we went to a small restaurant and ate something nice instead of going home and cook something.

But when we were at home again, we would finish off our evening with a few episodes of a new series we'd like to watch together. When we went to bed that night, we both were sure that we could start well rested into the next week.

REBLOG CHAIN! For funsies!

Please, if you feel so inclined, reblog this and add a little blurb of what you would do if you had this weekend to spend with your favorite clone. Considering where you live, what you like to do, etc... Let's all just take a little mental vacation with our favorite boys?? <3

I'll go first! :D And it got a little long, LOL.

Eep -- it got a lil NSFW at the end, so minors be gone! <3

After all the duties of the week were finished on Friday night, Howzer and I had a wee bit of edibles, sinking into the couch into each other's arms and giggling about random things. We popped a batch of break-n-bake cookies into the oven, cooking them to the PERFECT softness in the center, and ate far too many because they were so warm, gooey, and incredible. We dragged ourselves up to bed, curling up with each other in bubbly-brained bliss, feeling heavy and content.

Saturday didn't really begin until noon, when we finally hauled ourselves out of bed and made some espresso drinks. We watched a recording of The Price is Right, calling out our guesses and teasing each other competitively. We threw together a cozy breakfast (around 1pm, haha) of sourdough French toast, eggs, and sausage links, and ate it on the garden patio. It was a warm, breezy day, and I was tempted to suggest going back to bed, but we opted to head to the bay instead.

We walked through downtown, aimlessly perusing the charming little shops that included everything from antiques to plants, books to confections. We pretended to critique the art in a gallery, putting on airs and snickering at our complete lack of refinement. Our stroll took us down to the pier, where we spent a leisurely hour watching the fishermen huddled over their rods and buckets, the salty scents of the sea ruffling our hair as it blew past. His hand in mine was warm and strong, and we paused at the end of the pier to lean over the rough wooden railing, gazing at the bridge in the distance and marveling at the unusually cloudy sky. It was filled with layers of every shade of grey and white, blending together seamlessly in a cozy canvas of calm. He leaned behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist as we took in the sights, whispering some inside joke in my ear that made me guffaw like an idiot, which made him grin even more.

The sun was sinking below the horizon, barely visible behind the thick layer of clouds, but the fading light of the sky and our growling stomachs clued us in to the late hour. We headed to an adorable blue and white building that was an old house turned into a restaurant, with all sorts of nooks and crannies stuffed with tables with expansive views of the bay. We opted for the balcony, pushing our chairs together on the same side of the table to snuggle into each other's sides, his arm around my shoulders. We decided to splurge, sharing our steak and salmon dinners with each other, enjoying a sparkling drink that complimented the food, and ordering two desserts because we couldn't decide on just one. When I gave him a bite of my flourless chocolate cake, he took the fork into his mouth with a slow suggestiveness, sliding his lips down the metal as he fixed his brown eyes on mine. My heart did a flip, and though I laughed on the outside, he knew he was kindling the flame within.

We rolled out of the restaurant, equipped with bags of leftovers and stuffed beyond belief. The train station across the street broadcasted the impending arrival of the last train of the night, headed out to the coast. With a glimmer in his eyes, he took my hand and ran for the ticket kiosk, and the next thing we knew, we were sitting in window seats in a plushly-upholstered train car, rocking gently down the tracks toward the ocean. The world faded to black outside, the passing cities indicated only by the twinkling lights of people gathered in their homes, stoking fires and tucking in for the night.

The small beach town at the end of the line had a variety of charming bed and breakfasts, but the one that advertised the "in-room fireplace" caught our eyes immediately. The entire wall that faced the sea was a sliding glass door that included a screen, and the combination of the sound of the waves crashing on the shore, the fresh breeze cooling the room, and the flickering gas fireplace made the little room impossibly cozy. We took showers, pulled on the impossibly soft robes in the closet, and flopped across the large bed.

We talked about everything and nothing, lazily caressing each other, hands exploring further, robes slipping off of shoulders and thighs. It was a languorous exploration of my other half, appreciating everything that made him who he was. A slight graze of the wrist across a breast, the shift of a thigh against his hips, sent tingles through each of us and slowly increased the intensity until we were both naked, slithering against each other in a tangle of arms and legs illuminated by the warm glow of the fireplace. Breathless sighs and little quips punctuated the sounds of the seashore. He pressed into me, my legs wrapped around his, my hands caressing the curve of his back and grasping his strong forearm next to my head.

It was truly "making love" in every sense of the phrase, the comfort and pleasure weaving us together in blissful contentment. When we collapsed in delirious release, cleaning ourselves up and matching every curve of our frames against each other in warm, satisfying spooning, it was only a matter of seconds before sleep greeted us with a warm welcome. Just kidding, we got too hot in less than five minutes and peeled apart from each other, sprawling across opposite sides of the bed and drifting off in real comfort. ;)

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[pokemenlovingmen]

ur writing has truly captivated my attention, i truly adore how you characterize everyone, and thats not yet reading your other writing requests AAAAA!!!! im just!! wow cat eyes wide holding these fics in my hands gently

if its alright, im a little embarrassed to ask so quickly, could i ask for more general loving teasing for adaman? just flustering him (by blatantly flirting with him if anything) sounds like a fun time tbh msbdndb

I’m sorry I didn’t respond to this sooner, I wanted to, but since it had a request attached I waited on the post. But thank you so much!! You guys are for real SO NICE, like for as many specifics and rules as I have for requesting and interactions I’ve pulled such a kind and supportive audience. I usually write full fics in my spare time, but it’s been hard to finish any project so these headcanon list type things are good to keep the creative juices flowing, and I’m so flattered that what I basically use as practice pieces are things you like so much!!! You guys are so kind!!! I’m glad you like my stuff so much!! We gays are in this together!

And Adaman requests are always speaking my language, I’ve never been as down biblically bad for a man in a Pokemon game as I have that guy <3

Teasing and Flirting w/ Adaman!

💎 — Adaman is pretty hard to shake up, not that he’s stoic, but more that he’s just so laid-back and being raised into this clan leadership position, it’s second nature for him to just be ready to react to anything.

💎 — And if someone he didn’t have feelings for tried teasing or flirting with him, he’d probably just smile, totally oblivious to their true intentions because he’s got a million things on his mind and any attraction for that person isn’t one of them. He just won’t think anything of it.

💎 — But coming from a person he is romantically inclined towards, however…

💎 — Well, he might laugh a lot more at your jokes. You might catch him running a hand through his hair with surprising regularity. Like he’s nervous or something…

💎 — He’ll usually do that classic narrow-eyed Adaman Look towards you when he realizes you’re trying to get a rise out of him. Well, ha! He’s the leader of the Diamond Clan, and he’s more strong-willed than that, thank you very much.

💎 — But okay, you’re really testing him. He’s good at keeping his voice steady, but if you’re around other people there’s no mistaking how his face tints just sliiiightly pink when you talk.

💎 — Walk up to him and twirl his hair while he’s just talking to someone or even just minding his own business, he’ll whip around and give you a MASSIVE glare.

💎 — Hugs from behind really fluster him. If you wrap your arms around his waist the first thing that kicks in is the “defend myself from wild Pokemon” instinct, and once he realizes it’s only you he’ll just scowl and try and ignore you.

💎 — The “scowl and try to ignore you” is a regular technique of his that usually doesn’t work. Of course, you know him well enough to tell the difference between when he’s flustered and actually mad. Adaman’s face doesn’t go all red when he’s angry.

💎 — He’ll take your first few flirtatious comments in stride but the thicker you lay it on, the less dignified his responses get.

“Do you know how pretty you are?”

“Why, yes, I did! Thank you for noticing, S/O.”

“You’re soooo cute when you smile.”

“Did you mean handsome? I don’t think a clan leader is meant to be ‘cute’.”

“You have the sweetest laugh ever, I want to hear it more.”

“Very sweet of you, but we’re in public!”

“If I kiss this spot behind your ear, you get all red and it’s the cutest thing ever, look…”

“Eh?! Can’t this wait for somewhere more private??”

💎 — Funny thing is, Adaman does a lot of teasing himself. He’s suave, confident, and charming, being teasy and flirtatious is just second nature. But if there’s one thing that’s also true about Adaman, is he CANNOT take what he dishes out. His flustered reactions to your teasing are pure and simple embarrassment. He’s nervous about looking too soft.

💎 — He’s never been in a relationship before, much less one with a man, and he has a lot on his shoulders as clan leader. Romantic interactions, all that playful couple stuff, it’s all so new to him and being on the receiving end of it just. Short circuits him. It’s why you find him so fun to fluster, and also why he forgives you so quickly—it’s just some harmless fun and your little way of nudging him to relax a bit in your relationship.

💎 — And he understands and appreciates that! He loves the flirting, deep down, he just has literally no idea how to react to it. Feelings?? Help?? Man calling me pretty make my heart go thump??

💎 — When you two are finally somewhere remotely private, he drags you off by the arm with a “what was that?!”

💎 — You just wink at him and tell him he’s so cute, it’s just hard to help yourself sometimes.

💎 — He’s also very weak to winking. That suaveness sweeps him off his feet.

💎 — When he does get you alone while you’re still in that flirty, teasey mood, he’ll probably scold you a bit and try as hard as he can to be mad at you—which he isn’t, because he’s a pushover and also this attention just tickles his heart in the best way.

💎 — But after he gets done sulking… he might scoot a little closer to you and shyly ask if you could talk like that with him again, or be playfully affectionate again, it really did feel good.

💎 — Just stop doing it while he’s trying to handle clan business!! You HARLOT. (affectionate)

💎 — But hey, you’ll get him to loosen up eventually. Until then, it’s pretty funny to watch him struggle to conjure up a proper reaction to you being this way.

(This all came out incredibly sexual-sounding which wasn’t the intent at all… my apologies. The harlot thing was a dramatic jab but nothing was intended as sexual here, Adaman getting flustered was just him getting flustered, nothing more. That ended up being really challenging to convey though, I’m sorry. ;;)

[joannaliceevans-fanficblog]

Peaches: A Drabble

A/N: Oh my god! I actually wrote something! Yea, Its been a hot minute since I did some writing. Work, work and work. I just didn’t have any energy to anything. 

this is just  something that i came up with. (Yes, while eating a peach and it happens to be my favorite scent) 

Stalker Mob Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (Nothing too much) but just brief mention of Steve fucking one of his side girls. 

Summary: Work was all you knew and never had the time to go out. Only with your assistant and thats if she begs you to have a drink with her. But little that you knew, you had praying eyes and only wanting you. 

You had a hectic week—meetings after meetings, traveling to different states to land a deal with potential clients. You love your job, but there are times when you want to get away from all of it. A vacation to France or somewhere tropical would be nice.

But that isn’t likely, and your schedule wouldn’t allow it.

Today you found yourself in New York, where your office is and where you live. The first thing that you wanted to do, was take a nice long warm bath, a glass of wine, order some good Chinese take out, and watch some of your favorite Netflix shows. After seeing a few different clients, you have the rest of the day off and the weekend to look forward to.

Or so you thought.

Your assistant dragged you to get a drink with her, stating, “That you never go out.” Phrase. Which is true, work is all you do and nothing more. Dating and finding Mr. Perfect wasn’t on your plan. But just for Maddie, your assistant, you went.

The bar you went too, was an upscale one. You've been to a few of them, but this one was over the top. Forties jazz music played in the background. Looking around, memorabilia from the 40s and 50s were the décor. As you looked around, there was something that you felt drawn to. It was a familiar feeling; you couldn’t make out.

**

Bucky’s ears perked up as a familiar tone came. Excusing himself from his group, Bucky looked towards the front of the bar to see you. Immediately he ran to the back door and sped towards down the hallway. Stopping at the last entry, Bucky burst the door open to see his boss sitting at his desk, looking at the monitor.

“Steve, she’s here.¨ Bucky said, catching his breath. Steve looked away from the screen and looked towards him. A smile formed from him, and Steve stood up. Grabbing his jacket from the hook, both men walked out and headed towards the bar.

The moment he stepped into the room, his blue eyes landed on you.

“What do you want to do, boss?” Bucky asked. Steve sighed and turned to his friend and bodyguard.

“Distract her friend, and I’ll get her. I’m not letting one slip up happen again.” Steve said, licking his lips as the thought of you lingered in his mind.

Bucky nodded and went to get Sam. Once Bucky left, Steve focused on you. As he looked, Steve remembered the time he first laid his eyes on you.

It was at one of his bars in Brooklyn. He just finished beating up a client for not paying up the money he owed Steve. Whipping his hands with a cloth, he went out of the bar to get some fresh air. Steve inhaled the cool air and let it cool down his hot skin. Taking out the cigarette in his mouth, Steve stood and watched the scene in front of him. As he lit his cigarette an argument came, and he turned to a girl storming out and a man following her. The girl kept pushing the man away as he tried to hold her. Until her leg lifted and kicked him straight into his crotch, making Steve hiss in pain, and the man ran away.

Once the man left, Steve wanted to walk over to her to see if you were okay. But another girl came out and came to your aid. You walked away with the other woman, disappeared from his sight. That night, as Steve laid in his bed, the image of you still lingered in his mind. He couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Of course, Steve tried to forget you. He kept thinking that you were just some random girl. He even got one of his side girls to get his mind off of you, but that didn’t work out, and as he was balls deep, your image kept popping into his thoughts.

It got to the point where he needed to do something about it. It turns out that your friend that night is your assistant and the two of you come to most of his bars. One night, he almost had you. You were just a foot away from him, and the scent of peaches drove him crazy. But you got lost in the crowd and disappeared. Steve made it a point to find you and to have him all to himself.

And that’s what he did. It became an obsession for him. He worked his magic and found out all about you. He knew where you lived and even went as far as breaking into your spacious apartment and watching you. Each time he watched you, he was tempted to take you. You made his cock rock hard, but he had to step back and wait. It wasn’t time yet; he needed the moment to be perfect.

Until now.

Steve shook his head as he made contact with Nat at the bar. Steve made his way to the front and watched as Natasha slipped something into her drink, turned and handed you, her beverage. He gave her a signal, and Nat nodded.

**

You moaned as you felt your head throbbing. You tried to get up, but your body was tired, and you went back down. Rubbing your eyes, you looked around, and fear seeped into you. The room was big, but it wasn’t yours. You quickly sat up from the bed and quickly looked around.

“This isn’t my apartment?” You said aloud. You managed to get out of the large bed, but you stopped dead in your tracks as a man stood before you. Then he walked over to you and stopped in front of you. His finger went towards your cheek and gently grazed it down towards your lips. He inhaled your scent, and he smiled.

“My sweet, sweet Peaches-“ You heard him say, and you frowned. You tried to take a step back, but his other hand was gripping your waist tightly. You attempted to pry his hand away from you, but you couldn’t. He was strong, stronger than you.

“I worked hard to find you, and yet you want to leave? No, I’m not going to let you go.” Steve said as he leaned in closer to you.

“No, let me go! I don’t even know who you are!” Steve laughed and cupped your face into his large hands. You yelled, as you struggled to get way from his embrace.

“You know me, sweetheart. You come to my bars every so often.” Steve said, making you frown again.

But still, you don’t know who this man is.

“I’m extremely powerful, my sweet,” Steve mentioned. You looked straight into his eyes, and that’s when it hit you.

Steve Rogers, leader of the Blue Star Crime Family.

“No, no-No!” You said, breaking down into tears.

Steve is a ruthless, mean guy. Everyone fears him if you piss him off.

You tried once more to escape from his grasp, but it was no use. Steve pushed you towards the doorway, and you heard the click of the lock. You looked towards Steve as his face was inches from yours. His lips were close to yours.

“Welcome home, Peaches.”

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