#the agonies build character ❤️

[wormtime123]

I have come from ao3 to attack you with kindness about the season sevenfinity fic.I cannot figure out for the life of me how someone has made such a good fic. The way the characters act is just so realistic is amazing. It's like a hermit just left a unused script for S7 out for a moment and you were just like,'yep, that's mine now. Yoink.' Ina ll seriousness though, that series was one of the first ones I ever read and it was so good I am still hanging around today! Can't wait for chapter 7 and super glad to have seen you on my dashboard a odd month ago❤️ (also completely unbiased but mumbo needs a hug and you are going to give it to him. This is a threat)

i’ve been hit in the head with the kindness this is SO sweet omg. it’s really cool you found me and hearing this means a lot, thank you for stopping by :-) there’s a lot of chaos ahead and i’m looking forward to sharing!!

…that said though with pearl about to kill a man mumbo might have a bit of an uphill battle. for a little while. but the journey will be worth it Promise

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Mission Control 21

Warnings: non/dubcon, violence, blood, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Captain Hydra

Summary: a man marches into your life on a mission

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Indomitable. Of the man words you would use to describe the soldier. So it is that there is no resistance left in you. 

The buzz of your struggle for your very life slakes away and you’re left depleted. As if to balance the scales, he helps you wash away the blood. You maneuver around your foot in an effort to keep the bandage and wounds dry. By the end, you can barely hold your head up. 

He carries you to the couch. His avoidance of the bedroom is noted. Your mind tiptoes back inside, the gruesome sight etched into your brain.  

He covers you in a blanket before he builds a new fire. The crackles eases you. You wallow as you are, body ensnared in a shell of agony and shock. Your eyes close without meaning to. 

His shadow moves around you in the din of subconscious. The black tides ebb and flow, swirling in your head, lifting you into the flicker of the room and plunging you back down. His footsteps pace through the distortion of your fatigue. 

The fires snapping and cracking stays constant. Then there’s something else. Thumping, scraping, sounds that blend together into a grating drone. 

You wake to a pang that throttle your voice in your throat. You lurch and try to pull your foot away from the snare. The soldier clamps onto your ankle and keeps your feet in his lap. He rewraps your foot and calf in a fresh length of bandage. 

You whimper and whine as he secures it. He hushes you through his teeth. He trails his hand up your leg and rests it on your knee. He looks at you as you fall back and pant. 

Fuck. The pain never quite went away but its more unbearable than ever. Your body will never be the same again. It will never be yours. 

You pull your feet off his lap, a strangled grunt forcing its way from your throat. You turn onto your side to face the back of the couch in an effort to hide your grief. Hours ago, maybe longer, you were happy to be alive. Now you’re back to dreading your existence. 

The couch shifts with his weight. He stands on the groaning floor and his shadow ripples in the glare of the fire. He touches your back, nudging you, and brushes his hand down to your hip. He clutches you as he angles himself down behind you. 

You don’t move. You let him move you. He crowds you into the couch as he lays himself flush to you. He hooks his arm around your middle and nestles in under the blanket. His warmth, despite his unwelcome, is a comfort. More than the pain, you loath the cold. 

He tickles along your stomach. You shiver. The heat of his body clouds around you as his fingertips explore your body. You have nothing to hide beneath but the blanket and he’s invaded that.  

He fondles your chest. There’s a curiosity in his touch that keeps you from fighting. That and what you know for sure. It’s all futile. All of it. You may have fought for your life but without him, it was a losing battle. He holds your life in his hand just as he holds you. 

His thumb rolls around your nipple as he feels it harden. He flicks it, circles it, pressing against it. His touch grows firmer as goosebumps graze your skin. 

His fiery breath plumes into your hair and his hand crawls back down your stomach. He flutters over the soft flesh of your stomach, lingering on the cushion there. It’s not so much as it was only weeks ago. As his hand drifts lower, you tremble. 

He traces the lines of your pelvis and pets the curly tufts of hair. He combs through the wiry strands and twirls them around his fingertips. His breath grows jagged. He grunts as he presses against you. 

You close your eyes. He pets you until your flesh is hot. He slides his fingers down and prods until your part your thighs. You murmur as he curls his fingers and slips between your folds. You bite your lip as he presses against your clit roughly. 

You wince at he pushes hard, rubbing you until the friction scalds. You close your legs against him and reach to stop his hand. To your surprise, he stops. He tenses. You won’t make him stop, but you can’t let him hurt you anymore.” 

“Softer,” you whisper, “nicer.” 

Your turn your hand to stretch over his large one and extend your fingers along his. You guide his fingertips and rock his hand gently. You lift your leg again and arch into him. You might not want it or have asked for it but the thought of release is the only relief you can imagine. 

He moves to your whim. You feel his muscles relax as he gives over control to you. Your body responds despite being whittled away in the shadow of the last days. You slicken against his touch. 

“Like that,” your hand falls away. 

He keeps the slow, steady motion. You sigh. You give in entirely as he keeps going. Your nerves tie around his fingertips and a cluster thrums in your core. You sink against him and hum. You focus on the climax, letting the rest of this twisted world drift away. 

[miabebe]

Hi,

Okay, so, this is just random but I've been obsessing over jihoon recently, been losing my mind and desperately trying to look for fics admiring the man that he is but I can't find many, and so I'm genuinely really excited for your where you're convenient jihoon fic and also more jihoon scenes in camp seventeen because, I need to simp over my man. Also, please let me know if you know any good fics that would drive me crazy for jihoon, and well, just worship him. I love that man.

Also, I totally agree with tumblr user todayiscloudyday when they said that the houses were so well described. The character descriptions were literally so good that I read both the prologue and the character descriptions multiple times before the 1st chapter came out. The houses, their companions, the symbols, their jobs, I have to say, you've really done such an amazing job with them.

Anyway, I just came around to rant about my woozi brainrot and also to let you know that I am genuinely excited for your upcoming fics. I also want to let you know that you don't always have to answer my asks (considering you probably receive many and could be busy), I just send them in so you know that I appreciate your works.

MY FRIEND I UNDERSTAND

Especially after lollapalooza him in that denim on denim fit with nothing under like??? That was insanity, it had me thinking about him for days T.T

As for where you're convenient for Jihoon ahhh that's not on my to do list any time soon unfortunately - I have so much to cover for camp seventeen and reverse tropes and also my Changkyun mafia series, its sadly a little low on my priority list :( But camp seventeen Jihoon hmm you might be able to see a little of him in chapter 2 hehe

Thank you my love, I really did pour a lot of thought into those so I'm glad you've been enjoying them! And it's absolutely fine, I do love to receive and answer any and all asks you send, please never worry about that! I'm always so happy to have you around ❤️

As far as the Jihoon fics are concerned, I've not actually been reading much since I stared writing more often, but I will drop links to some of the ones that were memorable to me under the cut!

@cheolism - Oh, Agony! - I've told Jupiter this too, she's insane for this cause never had I thought I would read smut to Oedipus Rex??? I love it, the build up in this is real good

@hoshifighting - This fic by Lyla goddammit, she's so amazing with her work, I loveee this one for Jihoon, the development of what they share is *chefs kiss*

@onlymingyus - I want to write you a song - Mars is such an exceptional writer, this is truly one of her finest - I need everyone to go to her inbox and leave her the nicest words asap!

@the-boy-meets-evil - A new home for the holidays - This is one of Jess's sweetest stories, the progression is soooo nice! and I'm a bit of a sucker for holiday romance hehe

@eomayas - never lose me - If you want some good ol' pwp I really like this one by Kay! They're so lovesick, ugh it's so good T.T

[thewandererh]

💜💙❤️finally designing some jashlings for myself…after a full year of knowing chonny…

⚠️TW // GOREY CONCEPTS, BLOOD, NOOSE/RED ROPE IMAGERY, DESCRIPTIONS OF AGONY

i have pages of designs for the three that i doodled in my school sketchbook, and honestly i can’t pick one so i’m using ✨all of them✨. switching em out yknow?? maybe i accidentally created a bunch of aus instead of characters(??) because they all have loops that happen in different ways, or maybe they *are* the same but in different loops—the chonny paradox. anyways uhm some fellas to mention: nerd mind, merve (<3), deltarune soul, roe, toy-style soul, tadc mind (half an accident), a rabid heart, simon mind, an awesome enby soul…heart with heart-eye glasses but then disruptivevoid reblogged someone’s cute render of the same idea— (honestly, lmao)

the gangs all here !!

but anyways I want to show off one design of soul in particular that has become an extremely fast favorite between me and my fellow rain-jash friend Sluggx!! it’s kinda gorey so i don’t know how to censor it :[, but the image is small so scroll past if the warnings above irk you. but uh. say hi to Dyadracide—a word i coined that means “to kill the duo”

me and my friend sluggx are going FERAL for him,,

ft roe and corona 🔱👑☀️

had the idea of designing a buttload of minds a bit ago, then recently this week i decided the same for soul. doodled him at school, then showed him to my friend via whiteboardfox :]. i draw Dyadra semi different now than there, but all his design is the same. rope neck that coils up inside his body when not in use, oversized pointy teeth (went monochromatik style with human teeth originally but nah), frizzly uhkempt hair, and a trident through his head. he’s always bleeding from the roof of his mouth, whether the trident is retracted into his skull or not. i love him so much😭💛. he has a full body and even a cute little gut but that’s kept for later for now. consider this a teaser of my inner workings :monk_devious:

ive been drawing him *SOOo* muchhh aaugha…can’t wait to show you when i can :]. building a batch of art for a tumblr post that i’ll dump later today maybe. get ready for some fun and gore galore~ (its not too gorey, just the trident-through-head-hes-always-choking-on-his-own-blood concept in full force. yummy ideas have to be explored huhu)

and off i go to have a late brunch. i always write these when i have something else to do lmao. *bites into omelette*

[impossiblesuitcase]

I just wanted to say that I absolutely love your Lunar Chronicles fics! The world-building and effort you put into them are truly incredible, and you capture the characters and their essence so perfectly. Thank you for everything you do for the fandom! ❤️❤️

I was wondering—do you associate any songs with the Rampion crew? I'd love to hear your thoughts! I have a long playlist and would love to add more to it. 😈

Also, do you have any Kaider or just TLC fics in general coming out soon?😔

Aww thank you so much! I put a lot of thought into my world-building and this is one of the only times someone has mentioned it, so thank you for noticing 🥺 I'm glad all my work is going to people who are enjoying it.

I've talked before about my tlc song recommendations, so I'll just give a few: Water Under the Bridge by Adele and Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow? by Carol King (Taylor's cover is also excellent) for Cresswell. Cloud 9 by Beach Bunny, Ending Scene by IU, (when Cinder is thinking about how she's going to see Kai marry someone else and forget about her) Speak Now, Come back...be here and Love Story by Taylor Swift for Kaider.

In general I also love Agony from Into the Woods. Imagining Kai and Thorne singing that brings me so much joy 😆

And yes, I always have fics in the works. I am working on a tlc fic for a rarely featured ship which I'll post sometime in the coming months, and I also have a kaider multichapter fic still under construction. I have a handful of other drafts I'll get to after working on these main two. So if it seems like I'm radio silent, I'm just busy writing when I can squeeze in the time amidst my busy routine.

[youre-ackermine]

Hello Val and congratulations for 300 followers 🥳💕

Love your blog lovely Val!!! I know you're into levihan BUT for the event can I request some pikuhan NSFW? If you don't mind of course! 🙏

Modern Actor AU behind the scenes where they're both actresses would be great OR Journalist Pieck interviewing AOT Actress Hanji. Whatever your choice things heat up between them 😏 You can listen to Alyson Stoner's "Fool" and Baum's "Hot Water" for inspo 💕

Feel free to ignore this request if that makes you uncomfortable (it'd make me sad though but I understand if it's not your cup of tea😢)

TYSM 💕💕

Hey lovely anon ✨

I'm glad you like my blog!

Thank you so much for sending me this request. Writing a Pikuhan drabble was a challenge but I didn't want to make you sad so here it is! I hope you'll like it ✨

Thanks for my beta/proof reader Terra @dont-f-with-moogles for her help ❤️

Also tagging @smol-lydia 🫶

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English is not my usual language

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Behind the Scenes

Characters: Hange Zoe / Pieck Finger / Levi Ackerman / Armin Arlert

Pairing: Pikuhan / Levihan

Wordcount: 2100 approx.

Modern setting / Actor AU / Non-binary Hange / Fake dating / Secret relationship

Warnings: NSFW+18 - MDNI / Swearwords

Cheeks blushing hot, Armin was looking out the window on purpose as he tried to ignore the lewd sounds invading the limo. His knuckles turned white from how hard he held his glass and his leg wouldn't stop bouncing from nervousness.

"Tch… Go get a room for fuck's sake! You're embarrassing the kiddo!" Levi rolled his eyes.

The couple pulled away from each other for a second, briefly catching their breaths before diving into their passionate kiss again.

Levi emptied his own flute of expensive, delicious champagne, clicking his tongue appreciatively. Not even minding to hide the smirk on his face, he noticed how Pieck's eyelids slowly fluttered shut, her whole expression uttering bliss as Hange kissed her.

He couldn't blame her. He knew this feeling. He remembered it. He remembered how it felt to taste Hange's lips, he remembered how his skin shivered under their feathery touch. His smile grew wider at the pleasant memory but, before any of them could catch him staring, he decided to look away and focus on adjusting his cufflinks.

The make out session on display seemed never to end, adding embarrassment to the anxiety already building up in Armin's chest before the premiere, making him sweat in agony.

Levi patted Armin's shoulder with affection, drawing a faint smile from him. The young man turned to face him, slightly less flushed than a couple moments before, and straightened his back to regain composure.

"Oi, lovebirds! We'll be there in a few minutes. We can't afford to get out of the limo so fucking disheveled, do we? So get your shit together and wipe the spit out of your faces, you're literally glistening!" Levi blurted out after a brief glance at his watch.

The lovers reluctantly parted, already longing for each other. Pieck quickly pulled out a fancy compact mirror and some lipstick from her velvet purse to touch up her makeup.

Hange turned to Levi with a beaming grin unfortunately stained by the intense kiss. Levi leaned over to them, pulling out a clean handkerchief out of nowhere and rubbing the purple lipstick off their face and lips.

"Look at your sorry ass, idiot!" he uttered in a soft voice, kneeling in front of them, his hands now tangled in Hange's messy locks in an attempt to make them look less tousled.

Hange chuckled and he smiled fondly.

"What is it, Four-Eyes?"

"We owe you big time, Shorty," they said, tenderly brushing their palm on his cheek. "Sorry to put you in such an awkward position but we can't do otherwise for now, you know." Their eyes shone with endearment as they added "thank you so so much, you're so kind Levi!"

He averted his gaze, embarrassed as always when they showed him their deep, genuine affection. He took their hand in his, placed a quick peck on their wrist and exhaled deeply to get rid of the accumulating stress. The limo finally stopped and the car door clicked. Pieck blew a kiss to Hange who mouthed "I love you" in response.

"Let's do this!" Levi exclaimed as he stepped out on the red carpet, gently dragging Hange behind him. The flashes dazzled them but their faces wore a radiant smile as Levi pulled Hange into him by their waist, both looking left and right to allow the crowd to take proper pictures of their idols. 

Holding hands, they glamorously reached and climbed the stairs, stopping at the top with Pieck and Armin to wave one last time. They finally entered the luxurious hotel.

The worst part was over.

The 'Paradis/Marley Alliance' actors shared a large round table almost deserted by now. Half the cast was on the dancefloor, twirling under the huge crystal chandeliers. 

The meal had been delicious, taken in good company and they were actually sitting side by side. Pieck couldn't be happier than in this very moment as Hange discreetly held her hand in theirs under the table and their shoulders brushed ever so slightly. She didn't dare look at her lover's handsome face but she could breathe in their earthy scent, a scent that never failed to make her blush with desire.

All of a sudden, Hange's hand slipped out of her grasp as Levi helped them get up from their chair. The music was so loud they had to lean down to whisper in her ear.

"Levi and I are going to dance for a while. Showing off as usual, of course." They winked at her and left a light peck on her earlobe, raising goosebumps on her skin. "Meet me in fifteen minutes in the library down the hall, Gorgeous."

They clung to their so-called boyfriend's arm and left with a light chuckle. Pieck's gaze followed the couple on their way to the dancefloor. They looked so good together, dancing gracefully, almost sensually. No wonder everybody thought they were still dating.

She couldn't help letting out a gasp as she realized Hange had a type. Levi and Pieck didn't look so different physically but there was a huge difference though: he was their best friend and she was the love of their life.

Levi had been nothing but the most amazing friend, helping them hide their relationship. They were lucky enough that the brief romance between Hange and him never broke their strong friendship and made the whole fake dating performance believable. They couldn't afford to be uncovered, at least not while most of the new Attack on Titan's promotion revolved around the famous and glamorous 'LeviHan' couple as it had been for several years now.

Exhausted by a week of interviews and photoshoots, Pieck dozed off a bit as she let her thoughts wander for a while. Until the boisterous yet gorgeous laughter she could recognize anywhere snapped her out of her daydream.

She held her breath and her heart skipped a beat as soon as her eyes opened again and spotted Hange's slim figure, head thrown back as they chortled in Levi's arms probably at yet another poop joke of his.

The loud pounding in her chest echoed through her whole body when she took in the enchanting sight. Their black satin suit hugged Hange's thin curves perfectly, highlighting their endless legs, their elegant shoulders and their firm ass. Their jacket barely covered the sun-kissed skin showing off in the absence of a shirt.

Her face felt hot all of a sudden, and her hands started to sweat as she watched the way Levi pulled Hange flush against his chest, the way his hand lingered on the small of their back then slipped surreptitiously down to their ass. She wished she could do this herself, in front of everyone. She swallowed around the lump in her throat, nervously licking her lips and closed her eyes for a second. She resolved to head her way to the library to end the torture.

Silence was most welcome as she entered the cool room. The dim light of a few table lamps provided an intimate atmosphere to the library, something cozy also brought by the large leather sofas arranged in front of the fireplace. She let out a weary sigh and crossed a few steps to a bookshelf, looking for something to read while waiting. Her choice fell on a collection of love poems that she started to read right away, not even bothering to sit down.

She was so engrossed in her reading that neither did she hear the door slowly opening nor the light footsteps approaching behind her.

"I'm finally here, Gorgeous."

Pieck flinched when Hange's deep voice whispered in her ear as they wrapped their arms around her waist, pressing against her back, and kept her in a warm embrace. She closed her eyes and leaned back on their chest with a sigh.

"I missed you so much, Love," she whined, "I hate it when I must hide while Levi is caressing your ass in public… It's not fair! It's mine, not his!"

Her lips tentatively curled in a cute pout but she knew there was no point in complaining. Well, she just couldn't help it. It made her feel better.

Something else never failed to make Pieck feel better and it was as if Hange could read her mind. As they delicately brushed a strand of hair off her neck, she tilted her head for them to kiss the sensitive spot below her ear. Her soft skin shivered under the light touch of their lips.

"You're right, Gorgeous, I'm all yours," they replied in a low, sultry voice that sent a shiver down her spine.

Hange's hands wandered over her purple dress, slightly stroking her toned belly up to her chest as they kissed their way down her neck. Pieck managed to bite back a moan at how their warm breath and soft pecks felt deliciously tickling on her skin.

But seconds later she couldn't help but whimper when they sneaked a hand under the velvety fabric, cupping one of her breasts, grazing their thumb over the perky nipple. Pieck felt heat pooling down her belly and turned around, a light shade of pink flecking her cheeks.

Pressing her chest against Hange's, she opened her eyes and wrapped her arms around their neck to make them lean down. They gazed at each other, Pieck marveling at her lover's handsome features before her lips ghosted over theirs for a brief moment. She let her delicate fingers run through their brown hair as they tenderly stroked her back. Then, finally, their lips joined in a soft, gentle kiss.

Oh. It definitely felt like heaven. She relished in the slow motion of their mouth against hers, closing her eyes at the overwhelming sensation of warmth blooming in her chest, letting her whole body surrender to the intoxicating touch. 

Her mind went dizzy when Hange licked along her lower lip and nibbled at it, eliciting a low moan from her. She parted her lips and their tongue gently slipped into the welcoming wetness of her mouth and their hot breaths mingled as they deepened the kiss. This was nothing but pure bliss.

They made out more passionately and Hange's hands traveled down her body, prickling goosebumps all over her skin, leaving her weak in the knees.

Without breaking the kiss, they both took a few slow steps to reach a couch until she bumped into its edge. Pieck lay down on the cushions and Hange drew back just enough to take in the stunning view beneath them.

"Perfect! You're so perfect!" they uttered in a breath, their pupils black with want still raking over her body.

Pieck blushed but held their gaze. She licked her lips, breath still uneven heaving her chest, butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Hange hovered over her, covering her face with wet, soft pecks. They kissed along her jawline while they caressed her over the fabric down to her thighs, one hand finally sliding its way through the slit of her dress. Her eyelids flickered and she breathed heavily under the sensual contact, her heart pounding faster in anticipation.

Pieck yearned for more of their touch. Unable to bear the wait any longer, she weaved her hands behind their head to draw them closer and captured their mouth in a heated kiss, pressing her body tightly against theirs.

Pieck trembled as their palm brushed the soft, silky skin of her thigh, her loud moans vibrating into both their throats when their fingers finally rubbed the wet patch on her lace underwear.

A sudden knock at the door snapped them out of their blissful haze. They lingered in their dazed reverie for a few confused seconds before another knock, sharper this time, definitely broke the spell.

"Oi, Four-Eyes! The fuck are you doing? No time for your pussy-licking shit or whatever!" Levi's voice was muffled from the other side of the door.

"Always so romantic and sophisticated, Shorty!"

Hange let out a heavy sigh, frowning their brows in annoyance.

"Five more minutes, Levi darling! Please!" they yelled.

"Fucking hell, no! Some bastard noticed we're not dancing anymore and shit's going to happen soon if you don't drag your sorry ass in here, Hange! We're supposed to go upstairs in "our" room to fake shag, remember?"

"Shit! You're right, Shorty!" they ranted before getting up, tugging at their crumpled suit.

Pieck rolled her eyes and puffed with exasperation.

"Ok, Gorgeous! Meet you in your room in ten?" they asked.

Hange didn't even wait for her answer. They kissed her lips with a smile and joined Levi in the hallway.

Mood board: @youre-ackermine

Glitter divider: @firefly-graphics

Yellow divider: @saradika

[mythicamagic]

Do you have any tips for writing a natural progression of a physical relationship? I feel like a lot of fics go from kissing to sex without much in between.

I think these days people would probably see that as Slow Burn, even though their pace is perfectly natural for an irl relationship. Looking at that tag/genre might help you out.

By no means am I an expert so take my advice with a grain of salt. As an example: if you think about Regency romances being primarily Slow Burn, there's a focus there on intrigue, and 'feeling the other person out' with just words. When you're intrigued by something you want to spend time with it and examine it- and maybe this results in a clash of ideals. This could cause an emotional fallout that has them rebuilding the relationship from square one, but stronger because they have context for the other person now.

There's often a focus on hands in these series or films because they're the characters ONLY form of contact. They can't kiss because of social constraints, or maybe they're not there emotionally yet but God, their being radiates need just from the graze of their knuckles on skin.

All this mess is to say - if you have a build up of intrigue- attraction - restraint- it makes their physical intimacy feel like a wonderful payoff. Like a Sports Game you've been following and finally your team wins via a simple kiss and goes from there. The goals were all the little emotional beats along the way. During the restraint section of the relationship, showing little tells of their attraction builds up your physical intimacy alongside your emotional connection. Have them brush up against each other, maybe they have to grab the other to mind them away from something, maybe there was only one bed and they didn't end up having sex but spent the night awake and in agony because they're so close and can feel the contours of their body. Speaking of which - have them be attracted to that body before they can touch it. Do they like their hands? Their scent? Their hips? Maybe they catch themselves imagining those things. This builds anticipation and hunger for eventually touching it.

That's probably a key word there- hunger. You want your characters to crave each other to the point they're starving. I catch myself while writing Romance because sometimes one character might give their feelings away too early - and I have to delete the sentence because no, they gotta earn it. The characters dont even need to confess before physical intimacy - the act of sex itself could be their 'I love you' after months of need and want.

I'm sorry I rambled there, but basically find a reason to restrain your characters lolol I tend to like colder men in my ships because they take so long to emotionally open up that the payoff of intimacy feels worth it, but you can find any reason. Maybe they're just friends and don't want to jeopardise the relationship they have. Maybe they're mortal enemies who can't help but be attracted to that person's charisma. Maybe they just don't feel ready yet for that step of physical intimacy but they're burning with need anyway and this causes confusion and frustration.

Hope this mess helps! ❤️

[toastywatchesstevenuniverse]

S1 E49

The Message

Is it me or does Greg look....different?

He legitimately looks more tired than he did in his earlier appearances. Or maybe I'm just seeing that after knowing what he's been through in the last few episodes.

Okay honestly? I know I've been harsh on his character but holy shit this episode just made me feel so fucking bad for Greg. Look he's kind of a shitty dad but he's genuinely gotten better consistently with every appearance & it felt like the gems in this episode were....uncharacteristically mean to Greg. Like they were WAY meaner this episode than they have been prior. Like they were way more noticeably shittier towards the guy than normal. But I can forgive that as it didn't last long & it was quickly resolved & I was too sidelined by that ending to have more time to focus on that. I'm sorry butnthat ending kinda just fucking piledrived me so hard that I cannot talk about the rest of the episode now. This ending is too powerful.

I thought it was gonna be a filler episode but no evidently this episode just fucking told me "shit is about to go down get ready"

But it's fine because it wound up leading to an actual surprising ending. Holy shit.

I am NOT ready for the last 3 episodes....

First off: HI Lapis you're still my second fav. Love her. ❤️

Also

I'm sorry they keep building up Peridot as a big threat but I can't take her seriously after the dendy thing. 😭 This is just Dendy's quirky wine (probably bi or lesbian) aunt.

Still, I have no idea where this is headed but I get the feeling it's gonna get really depressing or confusing.

Or both.

I'm assuming both.

I literally just talked about how I'm NOT ready for whatever trauma Garnet has & this episode just confirmed my suspicions true. I knew it.

I FUCKING KNEW SHED HAVE SOME TRAUMA GOD DAMNIT REBECCA YOU CAN'T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS.

Thanks Rebecca can't wait for you to cause me more pain & agony. Awesome.

[tamarakkoarchive]

Shin Megami Tensei II livetweet thread (5/8)

so.... beth died while barely having saying a word, daleth was a psycho and became brainwashed by an elf and gimmel failed at crypto and got offed by us

guess there's not much space for doubt that zayin is unequivocally the best character from the lab human roster

i already commented on SMT1 getting the chaos side better than other games and it goes beyond in SMT2, even gaians are depicted with much less nonsensical aggressiveness

idk what to think abt hiroko, to her credit she's given a lot more dialogue than previous heroines but her relationship with aleph still feels random

out of nowhere we get everyone in the game agreeing they are a couple when there has been no scene whatsoever that even distinguished them going from strangers to barely close to each other which we at least got in SMT1

here's my idea of a retake on belphegor: he doesn't turn him into a bishie or anything and just stays exactly the same except now he's playing on his phone while on the toilet

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hooray we also visit the underworld in smt2!! it's the first time since pretty much the beginning that there are different bgms and graphics altogether, the agony in all those days stuck going through the same reused shit over and over can't be understated

the part where you have to help the japanese deities by building the body of masakado is the worst thing i had to endure in a smt game, even with a guide you just feel like screaming for help

imagine what i went through with MT1 and multiplay by 10 the number of items and locations

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don't you fucking lie to me, this is the nickelodeon slime pool isn't it

OUR WAIFU HECATE HAS RETURNED for both my amusement and dismayal she's the very first boss i got game overs because the bitch drops a lot of instakills

(remember how humans are inherently immune to light in the snes games? basically she's the first boss to act actually smart and go for mudo instead. i had zero protection against it ❤️)

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the animation of some sprites load a bit worse than others but this one takes the cake to the point it hurts my eyes

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i can see why people like to draw aleph with a smiley face, he has a lot of goofy negotiation options lol although in my case i see him as those manly 90s kuudere bishies that unintentionally act like a clown while keeping the serious face

aleph gets church fanboys throwing money all over him while barely trying

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only law gets normal water, if you're neutral you bathe in slime and if you're chaos go straight to the tomato soup

on this matter, i'm not worried about the options i'm picking because this time the most interesting routes for me are either law or chaos so i'm just going with whatever

that being said, this game is -awfully- biased towards law to the point i haven't been able to switch from it even once, the chaos healers are not only harder to find but they only allow your entry if you pay an 1k fee so it's quite an annoying expense in early game

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i'm used to how toned down the series turned out to be in video game form despite the novel it originated from but this scene specifically made me go "ok if this wasn't something tailored to be allowed on a nintendo console You Just Know he would say another word instead of kill"

mind break ntr monster ass

sadly the one (1) r-rated smt with actual eroguro we got doesn't have art done by kaneko but some other rando. it's not that bad-looking compared to other guests artists but 🥺 the one chance kaneko had of going all out… poof

[miens-reading-nook]

Time to Shine by Rachel Reid

Pages: 382 Published: 26 Sep 2023 My Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Okay but this is so cute ❤️

Big thanks to NetGalley and Carina Press for the ARC!

I picked this up because I absolutely loved Heated Rivalry and The Long Game, so I knew I was in for a good time no matter what and I was right!! Is it perfect? No. Did I love it anyway? Heck yeah!

The main characters, Casey and Landon, are so lovable. Honestly, it was impossible not to become invested right away.

At the start, idk why, I had the fleeting thought that maybe this was gonna be a bit boring, but a few pages went by and I was 100% dialed in. I can’t find the quote but in the beginning Landon says something about how quickly Casey wins people over despite being a bit “too much” most of the time, and I kid you not, I had to laugh when I realized it happened to me too! I don’t remember my first impression of Casey but all I know is that suddenly I was one of these characters, completely won over by this 23yo golden retriever with adhd who never shuts up.

And Landon!! His sadness, his grief, was so palpable, I just wanted to reach into the pages and hold him, poor kid.

As with the other works I read of this author, what struck me the most was how easily she made me feel all kinds of emotions. I got butterflies in my stomach, I cried, I laughed, all of it. I love when that happens, when the build up to the moment you’ve been waiting for is so well crafted that a few words can give you an adrenaline rush like you’re actually in the room with the characters.

I felt that Time to Shine was well-written, it had the right amount of hockey, the side characters were interesting and multidimensional, and the main couple is absolutely adorable.

The only reason this is more of a 4.5 stars to me instead of 5 despite all the fun I had, is that it’s all a little too perfect. The characters always say the right things, there’s very little conflict and nobody puts their foot in their mouth in a way that is not cute or easily fixed. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, nothing wrong with not having to suffer through the agony of stupid misunderstandings and easily preventable miscommunication, but maybe this story could have done with a bit more depth?

There were a few subjects that I would’ve liked the author to have explored a bit more, if I’m being honest.

Landon’s sexuality (I don’t mean defining it, I mean his journey and his feelings about it), the impact of what happened to Erin on Landon’s family (it was one of the major plot points but then the resolution was a few lines and a hug), the past 8 years of Landon’s life, Casey’s relationship with his family, and more real world consequences to what’s happening around them. It was a little too cute and perfect.

Final thoughts: I loved Casey and Landon’s characterization, their relationship was so funny and I loved the way they talked to each other. There were some killer lines and the love felt so real.

[honeymelonpm]

a small request, yandere Anakin with a reader from earth. like, he crashes here one day and finds reader when he's trying to fix his ship & goes after her to take her away with him maybe, maybe he thought reader was an angel like he thought padme was 🥺❤️

~Angel~

Characters: Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Warnings: Yandere

Summary: Anakin stumbles upon a creature he's never seen before after crash landing on Earth.

Requested by this lovely anon!

Note: Words cannot describe how sorry I am that this took so long! 🤍

You had heard the piercing whistle resound through the still night air as ribbons of fierce yellow and orange danced in the dark sky, before a deafening boom shook the ground beneath you. The sky was painted ebony, consuming any wave of light into the night, keeping the crash site hidden from your curious eyes. So instead of investigating an impossible mystery, you fell back asleep in the middle of your overly large mattress, your bare legs tangled amongst the blankets.

Cupping some water in your palms, you splashed the icy water against your face, washing away any thoughts of the previous night. Goosebumps arose all over your naked body as you bathed in the river. You loved nothing more than starting your mornings like this, soaking up the warmth of the sun and awakening yourself in the cold stream.

Relaxing against the stones beneath you, you listened to all you could hear, the steady flow of water running past, birds singing their calls amongst the trees, a distant song of electrical beeps and whistles?

Peering through the surrounding trees, you searched for any sign of company. A few twig snaps followed by a series of beeps and whirrs was enough to have you call an early end to your morning routine.

Pulling yourself up and out of the river stream, you stole the white gown that dangled from a nearby branch and pulled it over your head, letting the thin linen fall over you, soaking up small amounts of water from your skin.

"Artoo?" A deep, smooth voice resonated around you, followed by a strain of whistles.

A metallic gleam of silver danced through the trees, blinding you, before it revealed itself in front of you. A mechanical being meeting the height of your waist, it's top half rotating back and forth as it flashed a circle of blue and red light. You hadn't seen anything like it. Sure you were no stranger to robot vacuums and whatnot, but what stood before you was different in its entirety.

Head spinning, it whirred again before gliding towards you, stumbling back as it did so.

"Go away!" You choked, your bare feet retreating along the rough bark littered on the forest floor.

Despite the droid pausing in place, you continued to stagger backwards, the curve of your back bumping against a large build.

Spinning around, you came face to face with a man before you. His broad chest smothered in layers of black fabric, long chestnut hair curled around his face.

His face was blank, eyes reading you before a mischievous grin appeared.

"And what must you be?" He whispered to himself, eyes searching yours.

"E-excuse me?" You scoffed, taking a step back.

A glimmer of light twinkled in his eye at your response, "You speak my language."

Your hands clutched at the folds of linen that gathered at your waist, "I'm sorry, I must go." Not sparing another moment, you started walking away, before a firm grip took hold of your arm.

Raising your knee to your gut, you threw back your foot, heel colliding with his shin as he shouted in agony, his grip on your arm loosening.

Leaping over the plains of stone, you made haste through the dense woodland, kicking up dirt as you ran before a force tugged at your ankle, your body slamming against the ground in seconds.

You kicked your other foot in an attempt at keeping him away, turning to face him when you couldn't manage to kick at him.

The hem of his ebony robes kissed the dewy blades of grass beneath him, his arm outstretched towards you, the force around your ankle ever increasing.

Heart leaping in your chest, your throat swelled as he stalked towards you, his gaze only softening slightly as he approached you.

Your beauty captured him in a daze from afar, the dimples and ribbons of pink that you wore on your thighs, peaking out from the woven linen, the few strands of hair that refused to relax on your head, the soft contour of your collarbones, he was in awe. He had never seen a creature so perfect, and yet here you were, displayed in the sun as if it were a spotlight.

Proceeding towards you, you almost choked on your words, "No, what are you doing?!"

Towering over you, he lowered himself above you, grazing his knuckles over your temple and along your cheek, an overbearing sense of exhaustion taking over you as any inch of consciousness left your body, your figure falling limp in his hold.

Now he was closer to you than ever before, he took a moment to truly admire you. The fuzz along the back of your neck that was highlighted by the morning sun, the crescent moons that appeared on a select few of your nails, the gentle creases on your lips, you were truly a wonder, and the thought of you had his stomach fluttering.

[cas-kingdom]

“I apologise. I did not mean to wake you” with characters of your choice from marvel ❤️

A/N: Set during TFATWS, in Latvia.

“I apologise. I did not mean to wake you.”

You, still in the midst of dispelling the remembrance of a bad dream from your sleep-riddled brain, jolted on the couch. If you hadn’t been awake before, stirred by the sudden whistling of the kettle, you certainly were now.

Sitting up, you blinked to clear the haze of sleep, catching the dark outline of someone in the kitchen area of the room. You could tell it was neither Sam nor Bucky, but you felt secure enough in your deduction that anyone harbouring ill intentions towards you most certainly wouldn’t have wasted time boiling a kettle before heading over to the couch. Even as your eyes adjusted to the dark and you noticed with a slight leap of your heart that it was Zemo, you didn’t feel as alert as Bucky probably hoped you would be.

You shook your head lightly and rubbed at your eyes with your fists, then let loose a yawn. “Don’t worry,” you said tiredly, “I should probably thank you.”

Zemo rounded the kitchen counter with a mug of something in one hand. “Thank me?” he asked, taking a sip. 

You hesitated. You weren’t sure Zemo was the type of person you wanted to get into conversation with about your sleeping issues. You weren’t sure Zemo was the type of person you wanted to get into conversation with, full stop. 

“Never mind,” you said, pulling the couch throw up to your chin as you leant against the back of your seat.

Zemo walked towards you, very likely aware that your eyes were following his every move. Still, he didn’t let it deter him as he seated himself on the edge of the l-shaped sofa, crossing one leg over the other and settling back with his drink. He turned to look at you, the faintest of smiles pulling at his lips. “I insist.”

Something about the way he said it urged you on. You weren’t sure what exactly it was, but there seemed to be some intonation of familial assurance that you didn’t get from many people nowadays. Whatever it was, you found your muscles slackening as the tension crawled slowly out of your body and you subconsciously picked at a loose thread on the throw. You peered up at him, finding his expression to be one of patience.

“I was having a nightmare,” you elaborated. “But you woke me up, so thanks.”

Zemo nodded once and then turned his head, gently swirling the mug and watching its contents as it spun in fluid circles. “You have nightmares often?” he asked a moment later, and you felt your guard build itself back up once more.

“What’s it to you?”

Zemo’s brows rose and he took one hand from the mug to hold his palm up in front of him, an offer of peace. You doubted he knew you were wary of such questions because you knew all too well how quickly Zemo could turn the most insignificant of information against someone, but he seemed contrite all the same.

“I am just...finding common ground,” he admitted. “Again, I apologise.”

You frowned, your fingers pausing in their pulling of the thread. “You have nightmares too?” 

Zemo lowered his hand and shrugged lightly. “Most nights, yes. I dream of my family and all that happened to them.” He paused for a second, a familiar fire of agony blazing in his eyes, but he pushed it aside with ease, sitting straighter. “And you?” he asked, mostly without thinking but also with the hope you felt more comfortable now that he’d cracked open his door.

You caught your tongue between your teeth as you thought. There wasn’t one straight answer. “They...” you began, returning to the thread. “I dream about a lot of things. All the threats we’ve had to deal with. All the...the losses. All the stress of the years since...well. Since the beginning, really.” You let out an unamused laugh at that. “They all kind of merge together, I guess. I don’t know.” You slunk down the back of the couch slightly, almost ashamed to be speaking so vulnerably to a man you should hate. Alas, he’d been helpful so far with the mission to find Karli Morgenthau, and you were incredibly tired of hating people who didn’t deserve it anymore.

Zemo nodded assuredly this time. “I understand,” he told you. “Is that why you are sleeping here?” His lip twitched when your eyes glinted in the little light the moon gave you through the open window as you flicked them up to meet his gaze. He’d read you well. He was glad he still had that superpower out of all the ones fatherhood had bestowed upon him.

“I had a nightmare about Red Skull last night. I didn’t wanna wake anyone up if it happened to return tonight and I, you know...” You shrugged. “Screamed.’

“And tonight? You said I had woken you from a nightmare tonight.” You took too long to answer this time, so he figured he’d crossed an imaginary line. He changed his question. “Have you told James?”

Another unamused scoff, though this time it was quiet and short-lasting. “He doesn’t need anything else to worry about,” you insisted. Bucky knew about your nightmares, just as you knew about his, but it was rare either of you ever discussed them. If you awoke with a scream, he would run to you and sit with you until you fell back asleep. If he awoke in the same manner, you’d rush to his door, knock, and ask if he was alright. Sometimes, he’d say yes. Most often, he’d say no, but you knew it was safe to go in either way.

Zemo clucked his tongue and lifted a leg to cross underneath him. “Ah,” he said, “I don’t believe Mr. Barnes will ever stop worrying about you, nightmares or no.” He extended an arm then, the one holding the mug, and he nodded his head towards it when you didn’t react. “Please, try this. It is a recipe I used to make for my son when he had nightmares, and later for myself. I learnt it from my grandmother. It helps.”

You swallowed and stared at the mug, unsure if you should accept your fate and take it, or if you should hazard a guess at what was inside it before you inadvertently downed poison. The look in Zemo’s eyes assured you though, and you leant forward to take it from him, holding it with two hands.

“Don’t you want it?” He’d obviously made it for himself, so you knew he’d woken from his own nightmare. 

He waved a hand in your direction and reached for an open book on the table in front of him. “I have had enough for tonight. You drink it. Sleep.” He smiled then, the first genuine one you’d witnessed since you’d broken him out of his cell. “I’ll be here. I swear I will not let anything get to you.”

You mirrored his smile without much thought, biting at your bottom lip as you pondered over his words. You glanced down at the drink, feeling the warmth of it glaze your face, and brought it up to your lips to take a sip. It tasted like...honey. And lavender. Not that you’d ever eaten lavender before. Still, it warmed your throat and you drank it all before lying back down once more, covering yourself with the throw.

“Thanks, Zemo,” you whispered. “Good night.”

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

You knew who he was. You knew he’d ruined the lives of many. You knew he’d used one of your dearest friends as a weapon and caused him more pain than anyone could ever understand. You knew he was a criminal. You knew he was a villain.

But here and now, in the dark quietude of the large room, he was merely a man, reading a book, promising to sit by you and protect you from anything and everything, as he doubtlessly once had for his son. Rightly, you felt safe.

No nightmares made their way to you that night. It could have been the drink, but you figured it was the presence of Zemo which kept them at bay.

Avengers Masterpost

send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five

[danpuff-ao3]

BTW, I also wanted to say, I'm fucking mad at you rn. ❤️

You posted a podfic rec and I, foolish foolish person, trusted you and thought, these will be, you know, GOOD podfics. So I click on one and there's fucking character death and ambiguous ending and I'm like WELL FINE THEN??? I GUESS??

So yeah, I've been tricked! Bamboozled! I now have trust issues. Also I want to talk to the manager pls.

(yes the fic was wonderful but still fuck you and I mean this in the most loving way possible)

LISTEN. It builds character. And then kills it. 🤭

Also. I hate to tell you this. But...

I am the manager.

I'd apologize for the agony, except I'm not sorry at all. I am an angst-aficionado after all. And it was a wonderful fic. AND you got emotions out of it! So I'll take your hate and mistrust as all the thanks I need. 🥰

(btw try more podfics, they're not all that painful!)

(or are they????)

[azusawrites]

title. line without a hook

chapter. five

rating. M

characters. Azul Ashengrotto, Diana Arrow

pairing. Azul Ashengrotto/Diana Arrow

warnings. gore, horror, body horror, cannibalism

note. This fic is a collab with the talented @CHILLABLEU, who was kind enough to bring to life some of the scenes in it! They’re absolutely fantastic, capturing the horror element in the writing perfectly, so I encourage you all to check them out!

Thank you so much for working with me on this, Chilla! ❤️ 

summary. All Azul ever wanted was to fade into the background. That’s why he tried to lead as ordinary a life as possible, despite the circumstances of his family. That means no close or lasting relationships.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tries nothing goes according to plan and now it’s getting harder and harder to pretend that he’s fine with being a background character in his own life.

“I’ve brought you the photo.” 

Her words don’t register at first. In the cold, autumn breeze her voice is carried away by the sound of a hundred wings that rise into the air, and lose themselves in the darkness of the night. There are stars tonight that he can name by just a glance, radiant and warm. They are scattered across this dark, vast canvas, each a million light-years away, each much too hot to the touch. 

“You can have it back. Just like I promised you.”

He blinks, glancing back at her as they walk through the campus courtyard. Her blonde hair almost shines in the dark, and his eyes are straining because suddenly the light is too harsh, too hot, too scalding. He takes off the scarf he’s wrapped around his neck, though it doesn’t make breathing any easier. His fingers tremble as they unbutton his coat, desperately trying not to draw her attention. But she is watching.

“What?” That’s all he says. Then, after a moment he adds, “I’m sorry, what?”

“The photo that I took of you a month ago,” she says. 

Her boots are dirty, scuffed at the tips, looking like they’ve been with her for a long time and he can’t help but grimace. Whether it is from the dirt or the way his body is aching, he can’t be sure. He quickens his step though every bone in his body is screaming in agony, begging him to stop and let them rest from all the grinding. His skin clings to him, tight and thin, and in the reflection of the window on the first floor of his apartment building, he can almost spot the blood vessel and the veins hidden behind it, pulsating with life. 

He’s made a miscalculation borne out of pure desperation. When Diana called him out tonight, asking him on another date, telling him that she wanted to confess something he should have turned her down. He should have never come out of his room, never heeded her call. He knew what the price would be if he did. That there would be more to pay than he could afford, and that it was not in his nature to be so risky. He’s never enjoyed this so-called element of surprise – the heart-pumping, blood-rushing feeling of adrenaline coursing through his veins. Azul wasn’t the type to gamble. He worked in ultimates, in rigid patterns and predictable ways because that was what he learned was safe in the world. That was what he understood and prayed to and held closer than any oath he’d ever sworn, though he had never really been the religious type. That would imply a sort of faith he could never muster. 

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