#the banana split scene is so..��

[zanephillips]

JOHANN FITCH Obliterated 1.02 "Born in the U.S.S.R."

[henrioo]

°•*⁀➷ THE BIG CROCO BROTHER: CROCODILE

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "Being a father was not easy, imposing limits was necessary and no matter how cute his face was, that of the Crocodile's only son, he couldn't allow you to do whatever you wanted... Especially when you're running around with three deadly wild animals."

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP! NON ROMANCE, Father and Son! Male reader! Child reader! Soft dad Crocodile! Cross guild! Savage animals (bananawani), the reader has a powerful man in his control (his own dad)

꒰ WC ꒱ : 1k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : And here I'm again, trying to post again and idk, nothing much to say today, my mood is horrible and my life sucks, but here some family fluffy to see if that motivates me to write again. Also the names of the wani are terrible because my discord friends choose them lol hahahah blank/no pronouns/fem=block

Crocodile was listening to Mihawk talking about the latest news he had gotten on his last trip, Buggy was looking at some maps that his henchmen had given him and the lizard himself was looking at the management papers of that entire alliance. At least now it was working a little better and giving more profit than headaches, but Crocodile still refused to accept that a circus really had so many needs and needed such a big budget just for those pathetic shows... that clown was probably deceiving.

“FUCK!” Buggy shouted, making the dark-haired man snap out of his reverie and try to figure out what the shouting was about.

It was then that he saw a peculiar scene that had curiously been repeated a lot in the last few days. One of the baby bananawani was biting Buggy's leg, another seemed to be eager to eat the clown's colorful papers and the third and last was trying... no, he was begging for a lap to the strongest swordsman in the world who simply stared at him without reaction.

You see, being a parent is extremely difficult. Being a father and being a pirate with a young son and with Crocodile's current situation is even more so, he wouldn't want that to be the case but he really managed to be quite absent, he tried to make up for it by spoiling you and the problem was that he spoiled you a bit too much. You weren't a bad or rude child, but you simply faithfully believed that you could have the world at your feet if you asked your father nicely. Of course you could, but it wasn't good for your ego to be completely sure of it.

So, in a way of trying to teach you some good values like responsibility and any other nonsense, he left you in charge of taking care of three bananawani babies. You needed to feed them, take them out of the water tank, clean the tank, all the normal activities of a normal pet. With the difference that your pets were deadly creatures even as babies and were more than ready to rip off some arms for your protection.

“(Y/n), what did we talk about getting them out of the tank?” Crocodile sighed, this wasn't the first time the babies had wandered around the ship instead of being safe in their water tanks. He can still hear the cries of the henchmen who received unexpected bites because their pets were out of control.

“I’m sorry daddy” you said entering the room, you quickly went to the baby in Mihawk and picked him up. Not completely up since that single bananawani baby must have been heavier than you, so you just held him the best you could with his entire lower part dragging on the floor.

Buggy whimpered trying to pull the baby off his leg which only made him bite harder, causing the clown to scream again. Crocodile sighed and got up to help you deal with the mess.

“They’re still too young to wander around alone, they’ll just create trouble” he tried to convince you again.

“But... Miss Banana Split was sad” you said worriedly as you looked at the lizard in your arms who was smiling happily like a baby in his parents arms. Crocodile could feel Mihawk's eyes on him from the animal's name but he decided to ignore it.

“They are sweet animals, they don’t get sad” he tried to convince you, ruffling your hair.

“Of course they stay! Mr. Banana even whines!” You said with a huge hurt pout, heavens you really loved those animals...

“Look at feelings, I don’t know, but this pest is really hungry and is about to swallow my leg, so if you can have a father-son moment another time, I’d appreciate it!” Buggy screamed desperately, shaking his leg again, trying to free the animal, but in vain.

“Sorry, Mr. Buggy… Drake is eating too much these days…” you said, releasing the one in your arms and going to take the other one off the clown’s leg. Luckily the animal was happy to be picked up by you and easily released its prey.

“Drake?” Buffy looked at you perplexed, was that the fucking name you chose?

“Don’t you dare” Crocodile growled at him as if he could read his thoughts. It was a clear message, make my son ashamed of the names he chose and you will become real bananawani food.

“They like being close to you daddy” you said petting Drake who was rubbing against you, the other two cubs at Crocodile’s feet.

“Of course they do, I was there when they were born, that doesn't mean you can let them loose like that” he crouched down to your height “They're still cubs and without training, you won't find it fun if they actually eat someone's leg would you?” Crocodile would find it hilarious, but you were a good-hearted child so you just shook your head “See? So for now let’s keep them in the tank and teach them some tricks, if they can behave you can spend more time with them, okay?”

"Okay!" You smiled happily at the possibility of continuing the walk with your animals, without waiting any longer you picked up Drake and dragged him out of the room, followed by the other two animals.

Crocodile sighed, satisfied that you would obey him for now, at least this way he would stop hearing the clown crying.

“Drake? Seriously? What the fuck is that name? For a bananawani!” Buffy said shocked once you were far enough away, he wasn't even paying attention to the ruined maps.

“Shut up…” your father would also love to know where you got that name from but that was an answer that not even you had.

“I actually found Miss Banana Split quite charming” Mihawk said with a cocky grin at Crocodile who just snorted, getting annoyed. He didn't mind having a son as his weakness, but having that weakness exposed and made fun of was something he hadn't gotten used to yet.

“Go back to work” he said irritably, just wanting to pretend that none of that had happened.

[karasukarei]

Wind Breaker Drama CD vol. 1 – Fuurin, Memories of a Summer (Part 2)

Part 1 here!

Translation masterpost here!

Scene 3 – 5:00~6:48

Ume: Whew! The sea feels great!

Sakura: It doesn’t feel as cold as I expected, it’s more like lukewarm.

Ume: It’s already considered hot like this! One of these days it’s going to be as hot as a bath! (t/n: I’m not quite sure if this line is correct, feel free to let me know if there’s a more accurate translation!)

Hiiragi: When you go deeper it can suddenly get cold, so be careful there.

Nirei: There’s also quite a lot of fish!

Sakura Ume (edit: thanks @/pikiiro!): Oh, really! *licks lips* They look delicious…

Tsuge Sugishita (thanks for the correction @/momoleaders!): … I’m catching it. *virtuous splashing*

Hiiragi: If you do that they’re not going to come.

Nirei: Hm, where’s Tsugeura-san? We were together just now.

Sakura: Huh? I don’t know.

Hiiragi: Isn’t Tsugeura doing that?

Tsuge: *virtuous splashing* RAWRRRR BURAH BURAH BURAH BURAH

Sakura: He’s swimming really seriously…

Ume: Ohhh! He’s really good at the butterfly stroke!

Tsuge: *very virtuous splashing* RAWRRRRRRRR

Nirei: He’s really fast at the backstroke too!

Tsuge: *extremely virtuous splashing* RAWR! RAWR! RAWR!

Sakura: Now is the breaststroke…

Hiiragi: He’s the first guy I’ve seen doing 50m laps in the sea.

Ume: Great! I’m gonna try too!

Hiiragi: Don’t go so deep into the sea! (Edit: I think this is more accurate than the original translation)

Nirei: What should we do? Hmm… Sakura-san! There’s a banana boat there!

Sakura: Huh? Why is the boat in the shape of a banana?

Nirei: Why… I never thought about it before, but it’s not well-balanced. The boat is pulled by jet skis, and it’s really hard to make sure you don’t capsize!

Sakura: … Is that supposed to be fun?

Nirei: Yes! It’s pretty fast, so it’s very thrilling! Hmm? Do you want to try?

Sakura: Huh?! Trying it out? It’s not like I wanted to do it! (t/n: I can literally hear Sakura blushing LMAO)

Scene 4 – 6:48~8:24

Nirei: Yeah!! The banana boat is so fun! (t/n: just an FYI, banana boats are pretty popular amongst couples in Japan ^_^)

Sakura: Well, it wasn’t as bad as a I thought-

Nirei: You say that, but weren’t you screaming a lot?

Sakura: asdjfhiafh shut up!

Nirei: Hehe! Oh, Sakura-san, your shoulders are really red, are you ok?

Sakura: … It stings a little.

Nirei: Did you not put on sunscreen?

Sakura: I don’t have any. Eh, what’s that?

Nirei: Where our stuff is? Yes, there seems to be something built there…

Sakura: What’s this huge thing?!

Nirei: It’s a sandcastle! And it’s so detailed!

Suo: It’s well-made isn’t it?

Kiryuu: Welcome back both of you~ (t/n: the way he says this is so CUTE)

Nirei: Did the two of you make this?

Suo: Nope, Kiryuu-kun did it!

Kiryuu: I was bored after I finished my login bonuses!

Nirei: You’re so skilled!

Sakura: Amazing…

Kiryuu: Ori? Are you perhaps… complimenting me? (t/n: so cute…)

Sakura: I-I’m not complimenting you!

Kiryuu: I’m not being serious~ (t/n: I’m not actually sure if he’s referring to himself or to Sakura; it can also mean that Sakura is not being honest about his feelings)

Umemiya: Oiiiii~

Kiryuu: Oh, Ume-chan senpai and the rest are back!

Tsuge: Hey hey, look at this!

Suo: That’s one nice watermelon!

Nirei: What happened?

Hiiragi: Umemiya won this from a beach flag competition. (t/n: I think it’s something like capture the flag)

Sakura: Beach flag?

Nirei: As expected of Umemiya-san!

Sugi: Of course.

Sakura: What are you doing here?

Sugi: Huh?!

Kiryuu: How are going to cut it?

Ume: Wait hang on, since we’ve come out all the way to the beach, let’s do it! Watermelon splitting!

Scene 5 – 8:25~11:46

Hiiragi: We’ll tie it here… Right, that’s good.

Sakura: I, I can’t see anything.

Suo: The first person trying will be Sakura-kun!

Nirei: Sakura-san! You can do it!

Sakura: I just need to hit the watermelon with this right?

Ume: The supporters will be me and Tsugeura. Let’s do our best!

Tsuge: Sakura-kun, we’ll direct you to the watermelon, so listen caaaaarefully!

Sakura: Ououo, yes, got it!

Nirei: Are you ready? Start!

Ume: Sakura! Straight, straight! Just keep going straight, like dadada!

Sakura: Straight? Dadada??

Tsuge: Daaa, not there! Sakura-kun, first go pyoi to the right!

Sakura: Huh? Right? Pyoi???

Kiryuu: Ahaha! Sakura-chan is going the wrong way! (t/n: WHY IS HIS LAUGH SO CUTE HEREEEE)

Hiiragi: These guys can’t be supporters.

Nirei: They’re just using onomatopoeia…

Suo: If they were compatible with each other that would’ve been great!

Ume: Left over there, then go zuitto kankan in front!

Tsuge: More guwottto to the right!

Sakura: Hnghhhhh…

Nirei: Sakura-san seems close to snapping…

Ume: That’s right! Gyatto in front, then go pyon to your right!

Tsuge: There to your left, just go bwatto!

Sakura: DAAAAAAAAA I CAN’T DO THIS *rips blindfold off*

Nirei: Ahh… He removed his blindfold…

Suo: Right, Sakura has failed!

Ume: Man, we were so close!

Sakura: Aren’t you guys too lousy at giving instructions?!

Tsuge: Sorry about that Sakura-kun!

Ume: Next is… Sugishita!

Sugi: Hmph! (t/n: you can hear the sparkles in his eyes) Yes!

Nirei: Wow! He’s taking part!

Suo: But, he seems quite scary!

Kiryuu: Waow, when Sugi-chan is holding the stick, it looks like a weapon! (t/n: thanks Felix for the correction!)

Hiiragi: Sugishita, stop holding the stick like you’re helping with the plants, it’s scary. (t/n: I’m not sure if this line is correct; if you have a better translation feel free to let me know!)

Suo: The supporters will be me and Kiryuu-kun!

Kiryuu: Yoroshiku~ (t/n: so cute…)

Ume: Are you ready? Start!

Sugi: *grunts*

Suo: Sugishita-kun! First let’s start by going straight!

Kiryuu: Ohh, it seems he’s listening! Sugi-chan! Go a little to your right!

Sugi: *grunts*

Sakura: He’s going in the wrong direction.

Kiryuu: Orya, he can’t hear?

Suo: Sugishita-kun! To your right, your right!

Ume: Ah, seeing the first years work together, really makes you think!

Hiiragi: Working together, huh? By the way, can he really not hear anything?

Kiryuu: Eh, isn’t Sugi-chan coming this way?

Tsuge: He’s walking straight without any problems at all.

Suo: It’s like he can completely see.

Nirei: It feels like he’s walking towards Sakura-san…

Sakura: Wh, what are you- Don’t come here!

Sugi: Hngh *swings bat*

Sakura: WAH! That was dangerous! What were you thinking of doing?!

Sugi: Tch.

Suo: Missed by a hair’s breadth, as expected of Sakura-kun!

Kiryuu: If he got hit that’ll be bad~

Nirei: Can Sugishita-san really not see?! That was on purpose wasn’t it?

Sugi: One more try. Hngh-

Nirei: AHH! Stop, stop! STOP

[pawfulofwaffles]

My designs :] This took like a week I think

Closeups in pairs

(the yawning gap above the shorter characters is because eeeeeerrr ummmm I thought it was a good idea to maintain height differences at first but it doesn’t really look good but I’m lazy and didn’t feel like cropping it) had to go on the website instead of the app to post this since the website lets u post more than ten o_0

Me yapping about each characters design below ⬇️

- Split has a bunch of spots on her pelt, like a banana.(spots are random right now, I’m trying to come up with actual placement I can remember. The spots on her shell aren’t random tho)

- Bive has a long thin tail with a tuft at the end, and patches and stitched up rips in her coat.

- Lampert has a star at the end of his chain(I swear I saw an artist that added this that inspired me to add it) and a plush body(like, if you cut him open he has stuffing)

- Gnarpy’s tail bulbs are shaped like stars, with the stingers on the point of them. Also, technically gnarpians hind legs are designed to be digitigrade, but when in their armor and boots, they walk plantigrade. Also also Gnarpian blood is purple and called glarzle.

- Gnarpy made Spud fluffy and gave him paws when xe experimented on him?? Idk man I just saw someone give him fluff and paws and was like “hell yeah” also the bottom of Spud’s shirt is tied

- Gregoriah has a short spaded tail.

- Pest has two pairs of arms and red paw pads, a short abdomen-like tail with two antennae extending from the base of his tail(there is a reason I give bug characters that but I’m not explaining it now), beetle wings(not visible, they’re under his sweatshirt), and a silky furred head.

- Poob has an animal nose, curly fur, star shaped paw pads, a color block hoodie, red sneakers with stars drawn onto them and red paw pad markings on the bottom of their sneakers, and a puffy tail. There is confetti caught in the curls on their head and in their tail.

- Infected has scene wear on. He also has freckles(BECAUSE I SAY SO!!1!) and curly dark brown hair. His snot and blood are pink and black checkered. The pins I added on his pants aren’t actually part of his design, I just wanted to add them lol but the pin on his beanie is part of the design

- You can only see the outline of Unpleasant unless something is covering/absorbed in his fur and hair. Most important thing to mention ig is that he has a large bushy tail. Also SHORT UNPLEASANT SUPREMACY IDGAF IF THEY’RE CANONICALLY TALLER THAN MOST PEOPLE

- DrRETRO is HUGE. The only one who’s taller than her is MR. She’s close to height with Wallter, but he’s slightly shorter. She has one a those doctor mirrors on her head, big eyes and a big mouth(her expressions are always exaggerated). She has a white doctor’s coat with a light blue-cyan undershirt, and a stethoscope. Her paw pads are green(unless about to use her killing laser, then they’re pink) and the metacarpal paw pad is a medical cross.

- Folly got a thin tail with tuft on end woooo also hooves that you cant see with the boots on

- Prototype has joints and silver metacarpal paw pads.

- Scag is scag I just wanted 2 draw her

- Pilby has green swirls on their cheeks, their hood is fuzzy, they have a fluffy body, and there’s a pink tuft on the end of their tail. Their handpaws have ribbons with bells around their wrists, and their hind paws have frills around them. Also they have paw pads and each paw has a different color (upper right is blue, upper left is pink, lower right is turquoise, lower left is green)

- Mach is pretty much the same too lol

- Jermbo is shaped kinda bowling pinnish since Buck is his son or something. Also I actually went to the og image and looked at other pictures of Takeru(the name of the cat used in Jermbo’s image) to know what his patterning looks like

- Reddy has a collar with his red tie, overalls, and cuffs on his wrists. There’s a rip on his left overall pant to reveal the bad state his left leg is in

- Wallter is pretty much the same but has cracks in his left upper arm, right thigh, and also technically on on his left thigh but it’s covered by a bandage

Mark has woodchip hair, a construction vest, multiple scars on his arms(from construction. Mainly.) and a bandage above the joint in his stand.

Why did I choose these guys but leave out other characters, like MR, Sarah, Emerson, or Enphoso? Either because 1. I haven’t fully figured out my design for them yet, or 2. I just don’t care enough about them.

[kiwicider]

banana split - peter parker

pairing: tasm!peter parker x gn!reader

synopsis: peter will always be your voice of reason

word count: 723

warnings: kissing, tiny bit of angst. the spider-man brainrot is so bad i had to get this out while i write other stuff (for a diff… spider-man)</3

The cement steps in front of your apartment building felt warm, the small stones and bumps imprinting themselves onto your skin in a pattern. Peter stood a few feet away, conversing with the ice cream man as he prepared a chocolate cone and banana split, laughing loudly at a story the man recalled with a smile.

A shadow flashed over his face from the blinking lights of the ice cream truck, plum-colored bruises littering the expanse of his jaw and tops of his cheekbones. A thin, scabbed over cut ran across his nose, almost hidden by the frame of his glasses. Despite the minimal light and his injuries, he had never looked better to you.

Peter walked back with full hands, the off-white laces of his beat up Nikes in view. “Here, I told him to add whipped cream to yours,” he said, bumping into you as he sat down.

You scooped up a combination of vanilla and strawberry onto the spoon, wiping the excess on the side. “Thanks Pete,” you mumbled through a mouthful of ice cream, wiping at the corner of your lips.

A small crowd of younger kids formed by the truck, handing their money through the window in exchange for popsicles of cartoon characters. You couldn’t help the way your lips quirked up at the sight of them, the scene reminiscent of a childhood spent with Peter by your side.

“Remember when we were that small?” you asked softly, motioning towards the kids with your head.

Peter nodded, licking around his scoop of chocolate. “I used to beg May to give me a couple extra bucks so I could buy you something too,” he replied with a laugh. “It’s hard to come up with money at eight years old, the tooth fairy can only do so much.”

You snorted at the memory, thinking back to a bright eyed Peter showing you the crumpled dollar bills and quarters he’d gotten from Aunt May to buy your banana split. The two of you could barely reach the window, struggling to place your money on the small piece of plywood that acted as a counter.

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your temple, his lips sticky but soft. “It’s been almost fifteen years and your order hasn’t changed.”

A smile pulled your lips upward and you nodded, glancing up at him. Up close, you could see his bruises clearly, the marks a nasty contrast against his fair skin. He noticed the way your face faltered the more you stared, your fingers reaching up to skim his cheek.

You spoke after a pause. “A lot has though, right?”

Peter could hear the shift in your voice, worry showcasing itself in the way your body melded with his, as if sticking to his side like gum would keep him around forever. He brought his hand up to the small of your back, holding you steady.

“Yeah, but we’ve stuck together,” he murmured into your hair, the scent of your lavender shampoo mixing in with cigarette smoke coming from a neighbor. “That's all that matters, right?”

You nodded. “Sure, but I can’t help but wish things were different sometimes. Not with us, necessarily, just—”

Peter cut you off. “The spider thing?”

“Yeah,” you replied with a dry laugh, pushing the ice cream around with your spoon. “To wish for that, even when you help so many people… it’s selfish, isn’t it?”

“Not selfish,” the brunette countered. “You worry and so do I, even if I won’t admit it all the time. It’s normal”

“Right, sure, I guess it is normal.”

“You don't have to worry,” he reassured you. “I’ve got you, always.” Peter leaned over and peppered kisses around your face, eliciting a dulcet laugh that lightened his mood. “We won’t always have it figured out, sweetheart, but we’re meant to stick together.”

You nodded and grinned when he pulled you closer to him, his hand curling up against your waist. The feeling of his warm palm on your skin washed a wave of comfort over you, crawling up your limbs and nestling deep in your body. Sounds of chattering and bells on bicycles ringing floated around the night air, and whatever uneasiness you felt earlier was gone now.

If Peter could be anything to you, he’d always be your voice of reason.

© 2023 KIWICIDER - all rights reserved. do not copy, translate, modify, repost, or claim as yours.

[the-power-of-a-pen]

Oh, How I Love Thee

Fandom: Spider-Man 2 (PS5)

Summary: A series of cute moments between Harry Osborn and reader based on Elizabeth Barrett Browning's poem How Do I Love Thee?

Word Count: 3061

Pairing: Harry Osborn x reader (romantic)

Trigger Warning(s): Cursing, 3rd to last scene is reader panicking

A/n: I don't remember the last time I wrote a fic, but I loved the new Spiderman 2 on ps5 and I'm obsessed with/gay for Harry Osborn. Also apologies: English isn't my first language. Also please give feedback -- I have quite a few more of these in my drafts that I'll only publish if these are well-received!

How do I love thee?

Planks, nails, screws, and metal bars were strewn haphazardly across the floor of the apartment you shared with Harry. His eyebrows were furrowed the way they always do when he's determined to solve something. You'd long ago surrendered the instructions to him after his persistent insistence that he could figure it out. Instead, you simply leaned against him as you began organized the mess of a dresser you had attempted to assemble.

"Okay, how the fuck am I supposed to know with one of these screws is the 40 millimeter one?" he complained.

You adjusted yourself so that you were lounging more comfortably next to him with your chin on his shoulder while he wrapped an arm around your waist. “If I had to guess,” you started, “I’d probably read what’s on the top of each screw.”

He scoffed playfully. “Thanks, Captain Obvious.”

You gestured for him to give you the instructions, which he reluctantly did. "It says we need to put the x12 screws into the L2 bar first. Then we- oh for fuck's sake, why does this manual have pictures only? We're trying to build a coffee table, not a fucking time machine."

"Let's just try using the power drill on these," Harry suggested. "There's probably tons of extra parts in here that we can use if we mess up."

"Okay, Brunel. I thought you were a biochem major."

"Hey," he laughed. "Let a man dream. Can you hold this piece up?"

You obliged, and Harry picked up the nearest 40 mm-looking screw and drove it into the wooden bar at an angle to connect it to the bottom of the coffee table. You gave each other a look. It didn't seem right, but it did what it was supposed to.

"Trust the process?" you suggested. "I'm not going to try and read that chicken scratch again."

Harry shrugged. "Fair enough. As long as it stands up, right?"

The two of you repeated the process for the other four legs and the rack under the table. Finally, you propped it up to stand. It was a horrible mess, slanted and barely standing up. Truly, it looked more like a modern sculpture than a piece of furniture.

After a moment of silence, Harry said, "I'm gonna order something pre-made and get us takeout."

"Yeah," you sighed. "That's probably for the best."

Let me count the ways.

"I claim Yoshi," Harry declared as he selected the character for the round.

"Basic," you jabbed back. "My main's Toad, anyway. Rainbow Road?"

"Obviously."

The rain pattered against the windows outside. It was a perfect night to stay in.

As soon as the countdown finished, Harry sent a green shell your way and curved around you.

"Cheater," you jabbed as you spammed your controller to get back up.

"Hate the game, not the player," he bantered. "Oh, fuck you, Peach."

"How funny would it be if the bots won over us?"

"Not gonna happen," Harry replied. He threw a banana at your mini-kart and, by pure luck, managed not to crash into you.

On Harry's side of the split screen, it showed that he was on his final lap, with you a decent distance behind him. With the finish line in sight, you pulled the last trick in your sleeve. You grabbed Harry's chin and pulled him in for a passionate kiss, making him entirely lose focus. By the time you two pulled away, you were out of breath, and your side of the TV read 1st Place.

"Now who's cheating?" Although he was trying to scold you, the way he was catching his breath took away from it.

"Oh, please," you remarked. "You didn't mind."

Harry dropped his controller and, cupping your face with one hand and pulling your waist towards him with the other, he mumbled before kissing you, "Damn right I didn't.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

Your phone buzzed, stirring you from your sleep. Rubbing some sleep from your eyes, you fumbled around for it, barely reading 7:23AM off of it. You tossed it over your shoulder and rolled over, hardly getting anywhere before Harry pulled you back into him.

He pressed a soft kiss to your neck and nuzzled into you. "G'morning, babe."

"Morning," you yawned. Your eyes adjusted to the morning light and you tried to massage some warmth back into your hands. A flock of pigeons brushed by your window, tracking in a breeze that brought shivers to your spine. You stirred again, trying to get up this time.

Harry tried and failed to grab for your hand. "Where are you going?"

You smiled to yourself. Harry's morning voice never got old. "I'm just closing the window. It's freezing in here."

He propped himself up on his elbow and commented, "Well, word around town is that I make a pretty good personal heater."

You hummed. "I'll take that into consideration." You sat down on his side of the bed and brushed some wild stray hairs out of his face. "But seriously, just because we have the day off, that doesn't mean we should spend all day in bed. I can make us hot chocolate the way you like it, and we can sit out in the park, maybe try to find something good in Midtown?"

"That sounds great, baby." Harry leaned into your touch. "After a quick nap."

You scoffed as he grabbed your waist to pull you on top of him. "Nothing's quick with you," you remarked.

Your boyfriend just smirked at you. "Part of why you love me." You settled down onto him, resting your head on his chest and intertwining your legs. "Just... five more minutes, babe," he implored you.

"Five more minutes," you agreed, already drifting back off to sleep.

When feeling out of sight for the ends of being and ideal grace.

The movie you had been watching had run its course, and you were beyond tired. You resigned yourself to quickly run through your skincare routine and find Harry so that the two of you could go to sleep.

You finished rinsing the cleanser off of your face and stretched with such force that you got dizzy. Shaking this feeling off, you called for your boyfriend.

"In the kitchen!" he called back. And he was there, but sheltered behind the kitchen island on the floor with his laptop and countless papers strewn around him. The fans in his computer sounded like a helicopter about to take off. "I'm just finishing these last few emails," he yawned. "Then I've got to review the results of bee drones, verify the statistics Dr. Loughran gathered on the organ reproduction project, and then I gotta check if they repaired the particle accelerator yet and-"

You sat yourself down next to him and gently shut his laptop, kissing his temple. "Why don't we deal with this tomorrow?"

Harry sighed and leaned on your shoulder. "I've been putting this off for a while. I'm so close to finishing, just like 30 more minutes."

You ran your fingers through his hair and felt him fighting to stay conscious. "You and I both know that's a lie, babe. The weight of the world doesn't rest on your shoulders. Take a break. The work will be there tomorrow."

"But-"

"What did May always say?"

Harry sighed again, but relented and put his head in your lap. "You help someone, you help everyone."

You arranged the papers around you into a pile and grabbed a cushion from one of the kitchen island's stools to put behind your back. "Let the person you help today be you, okay?"

But Harry was already fast asleep.

I love thee to the level of every day's most quiet need.

"Do you ever wonder what would happen if you used conditioner before shampoo?"

"Not really," you conceded as you took another bite of your ice cream from your place on top of the dryer.

Harry sat on the floor organizing the dark, white, and delicate clothes into piles. "I mean, it's probably better for your hair, no? Like, the whole purpose of conditioner is to break down unwanted particles and moisturize your hair. If anything, it's probably better to do it that way."

"Maybe," you agreed as you hopped down and put the first load in the wash. "But wouldn't that be the same as using fabric softener before detergent?"

"Nope. Fabric softener just coats your clothes in microplastics. It's a long-term way of damaging the bonds between the atoms for temporary comfort. Technically, we should be using something like vinegar instead."

"I'm not putting vinegar on my clothes," you objected.

"Maybe you need to be more open-minded," he teased.

"Maybe you need to keep your head in the game," you teased back, throwing his dirty T-shirt at him. You yelped when he threw a sock your way. "Oh, I'll get you back for that."

"I'd like to see you try," Harry challenged.

By sun and candle-light.

Harry raced past you in the hallway, tugging on a shoe while awkwardly hopping. You sipped your tea from the kitchen island as you stared down the morning crossword.

"Running late?" you asked as he grabbed an apple and tossed it into his bag.

"Yeah," he replied, out of breath as he roughly kissed your cheek and gave you a squeeze before rushing towards the door. "Pete's gonna have to deal with the donors on his own if I don't get there on time. Wish me luck."

"Good luck." You filled out the five boxes for 23-across whose clue read 'Oscar-winner Streep.' "I love you."

"I love you, too," he called as he shut the door. Almost immediately, he opened the door again. "Forgot my keys!"

"They're on top of your nightstand," you called as you heard him tearing your room apart. The jingle of the keys confirmed that he got them, and he bounded over to you again.

"I love you," he breathed, kissing your cheek. "You're the best."

"I know," you chuckled. You leaned around the corner to watch him leave for the second time before returning to your morning routine. You had just finished eating your breakfast when Harry came running in again.

"Missed me already?" you joked.

"Forgot my phone," he explained, grabbing it from beside you. He kissed your cheek again. "But that, too."

"Love you!" you called as he fumbled with the doorknob and you walked to the living room. "Kick ass today."

He gave you a charming wink then slipped out the door.

You turned on the TV and let a talk show play in the background as you cursed at your crossword. This time, it took Harry about 6 more minutes to realize he had yet again forgotten something important. He barged in for the third and last time, profusely apologizing.

"You wouldn't happen to know a five-letter port city of Japan, would you?" you asked without looking up.

"Try Osaka?" Harry filtered through the pockets of his coats in the laundry room until he finally found his wallet.

"That fits."

Harry returned from the laundry room and leaned down, pressing three kisses to your lips. "Okay, I'm leaving for real now. I love you."

"I love you, too, babe. Show 'em how it's done."

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.

"Oh my God, you should've seen the look on Hasan's face when Vijay showed up. Like, I get it, you dated way back in the day, but showing up in all white? So then MJ went to go pull the wine trick on him while I tried to distract Hasan so that he wouldn't notice anything was going on, but of course the universe wasn't satisfied." You huffed and caught your breath in the middle of pacing back and forth in the living room. "You know what happened after that?"

Harry, from his comfortable corner in the couch covered his mouth to hide his amusement. "Jess said something?" he guessed.

"Jess opened her fucking mouth," you continued. "And she was drunk off her ass because she always is, and she comes up to Hasan on his fucking wedding day and starts shouting about Vijay coming over. So at this point, Song is already asking Hasan 'Have you been cheating on me? Is that what this is?' And obviously Hasan would never do that but now Song's upset so the two of them go to argue in the backroom while Keith escorts Vijay out and MJ and I have to babysit Jess for the rest of the evening." You paused and took a sip of your mocktail. "It was literal hell."

At this point, you realize the smile taking over Harry's face. "What?"

He shook his head as he surveyed you in admiration. "You're hot when you're angry."

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

"Do I look good?" Harry asked nervously as he adjusted his tie.

You brushed his mess of curls away from his forehead. "You look perfect. You are perfect."

"I really need this interview to go well," he said, biting his lips. "Whatever this guy publishes is gonna be severely edited by Jonah, and if even half of what MJ said was warning enough, we're screwed."

"You're going to be fine," you assured him. When that didn't seem to work, you grabbed him by his shoulders and said, "Your mom would be so proud of you. Don't worry about what you can't control."

Harry took in a deep breath, and, hugging you before going into the meeting room, whispered, "Let's heal the world."

I love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

"Good morning," chirped the barista as you walked in to the small café. "What can I get started for you?"

"Just a small pumpkin latte, please," you replied. You shivered and wrapped your scarf tighter around you.

"Anything else I can get for you? Maybe my number?"

"No, thanks -- that'll be all," you assured her, glancing behind you to look for Harry.

You jumped when he touched your arm. "I've got this one, baby," he winked and offered his card. The barista's eyes widened in realization, and she silently finished the transaction. One of her coworkers finished off the order and handed it to you on the other end of the kiosk.

You unlocked your car with your keys and laughed when Harry rushed to open the door for you.

"What's so funny?"

"You're jealous, aren't you," you jested.

Harry mocked offense as he got into the car on the other side. "I haven't the slightest idea what you're referring to, your majesty."

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints.

Harry crossed your arms on your chest and hugged you from behind to give you that comfort of pressure. "Breathe, babe. It's gonna be okay. This feeling will go away."

Your breathing was erratic, your face tingled, and you felt so dizzy you might pass out. "I could've lost you," you managed to get out between gasps. "So much could've gone wrong."

"I know," he said in a low voice. "I know. But everything's alright. Pete and Miles have a handle on things, they always do. That thing's gone. I'm okay. Everything's gonna be okay."

You rested your forehead on your knees, but Harry didn't let go of you. "I tried to get through to you but that thing just kept on speaking to me, and Dr. Connors said you were too far gone and then MJ told me what happened at the Foundation- fuck's sake you were in a coma for three weeks and you just show up-"

Harry crawled in front of you and gently took your face in his hands. "It was scary for me too, love. I thought it was going to hurt you and-" He took in a deep breath. "The worst is behind us, okay? Let's focus on that."

You nodded and tried to slow your breathing. After a moment: "None of that was your fault, you know? It wasn't you doing it."

"I know." He rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes with a shaky breath. "I know."

I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life;

"Okay, what do you think of this option?" You came out from the hallway with a new outfit and gave him a spin.

"Gorgeous," he breathed. "You look like an angel."

You sat down next to him on your bed. "Babe, I love you, but if all you do is flatter me, I'm not going to know what to wear to the gala."

Harry traced his fingers over the folds of your sides as you fiddled with the invitation in your hands. "Not my fault that my partner's hot."

"But it will be your fault if we're late," you retorted. "This one, the dark blue one, or the black one?"

He hummed. "This one," he replied with a wink. "It'll be easier to take off later."

He got up to leave the room, but you grabbed him by the tie, saying an inch away from his lips, "We'll see about that, handsome." And with that, you strutted away.

And, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

You moved the needle onto the vinyl, letting the smooth jazz of Thelonious Monk fill the room. You waltzed over to Harry, and, wrapping one arm around his waist and grabbing his other hand, you swayed to the beat.

"C'mon, loverboy," you taunted him. "Show me some rhythm."

"I'm trying," he laughed, shuffling his feet.

"Baby, a little less Electric Slide, a little more moving those hips."

"Why don't you lead me instead?"

You spun in his arms and put your dominant leg between his legs and hummed as you swayed in a circle. Harry put an arm over your shoulder and started singing along.

"Glee Club paying off," you joked.

He bumped your nose. "Very funny."

You spun Harry as the music signalled that it was near its end.

"Have I ever told you that I love you?" Harry asked as he caught his balance.

You dipped him with the flourish of the music. "More than I can count."

[ashiemochi]

bestie, I ain’t gonna lie - I’m very hungover at work for reasons I’ve already told you

Can I have a comfort drabble of Leon taking care of an icky and hungover reader 😭 I’m dying

You were promoted -- and that was all it took to convince you to invite Leon for a celebratory night out with loads of drinks and snacks. Leon tried to convince you that there was no need for you to take care of the bill, but you were stubborn.

"You always buy drinks for me, so it's my turn!"

You really just wanted a reason to spoil him instead.

One drink turned to two, then to three, then to four, and then more.

You weren't shooting for that many drinks, but Leon kept going as if he didn't have a liver. You knew about his high tolerance for alcohol and his history with drinking, but it seemed like he learned how to not relapse.

And maybe he didn't drink as much as you. Maybe it was him just taking small sips and enjoying the beverage unlike you who was going all out for the weekend. You were calling the shots (and downing them) as Leon casually busied himself with his Brandy and the small cup of peanuts.

You'd ramble about random things that didn't make sense with those red cheeks of yours and those drunken and slurred giggles. Leon was just as happy as you were about the promotion -- though let's be honest, his monthly paycheck was your whole year salary.

And more.

Even when you went to dance with some friends from work, Leon chose to stay by the bar. It wasn't like he hated dancing or mingling with the crowd -- if it's with you, he'd recreate a whole Step-Up scene. If it's with you, then he'd do anything.

But from his spot, Leon sat quietly with a drink in hand, his eyes trained on your swaying form like a hawk. In both lustful and protective ways -- and love.

So, when the night ended and morning came, Leon was still there for you. Though he didn't know how someone like you could vomit that much.

"Fuck me, I'm going to dieeee..."

Leon bit back a snicker as he held your hair back, inwardly cringing at the sounds of you emptying your guts. You didn't even manage to open your eyes before you found yourself rushing to the bathroom with a pounding headache.

For a split second, you even thought you passed out but it was just your legs giving out from the sudden movements of hopping out of bed. And because you were extremely hungover, but that's beside the point.

You were dying.

"No, you're not going to die." Leon rolled his eyes lightheartedly at your dramatic nature, his hand rubbing your back, "You're just hungover. It'll pass."

"You mean... I'll pass away..." You drawled, your voice croaky and still heavy with sleep.

Leon chuckled and that made you straighten up a bit, turning your head slightly to look over at him and he cocked up a brow at the scowl on your face.

"What?"

"You're laughing at me..." You mumbled, "You think this is funny?"

"Absolutely not, baby," Leon laughed and shook his head, "I think it's very cute. You were practically drinking for the both of us last night."

"Ugh... I knew it..." You moaned, dropping your forehead to your arm that was resting on the toilet seat, "You didn't drink shit."

"I did, just not as much as you." Leon pointed out, leaning forward to press a quick kiss on your head, "C'mon. Luckily for you, I know exactly the right things to do in this situation."

"Die?"

"Not even close."

Leon was a gentleman. First things first was to get you some rest to get rid of that headache. He got you some painkillers and water, emphasizing you finish the whole cup. It was one of the few moments where he'd be stern with you.

Only during the times when you wouldn't be taking care of yourself.

Next thing was food. By the time you woke up, it was in the afternoon and you were starving if not still a bit nauseous. So, for something light on the stomach but filling, Leon made some chicken noodle soup.

A banana smoothie too for the hangover to dissipate completely.

Third, a hot shower which Leon turned it into a hot bath instead as you were a bit lightheaded still.

By the end of the night, Leon had you all snuggled up against him on the couch in your comfy clothes with nothing but some ice cream and even more water.

[mossygirl333]

Bakery List ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

@bunnys-kisses gave me this wonderful idea and I really wanted to do this!

How can I take your order today?

We usually serve, X-men, Call of Duty, Supernatural, Baldurs Gate 3, and my own oc Cameron Sinclair <3 (Join our Cam club, he has a nice mom :D)

if you’d like me to add anything onto the bakery list, I’d love to know!

Feel free to add anything you don't find on this list in your order <3

(I DO NOT WRITE NONCON- graphic rape scenes make me feel extremally uncomfortable. I don't do scat, piss, ageplay, underage characters, torture, necrophilia, ext).

The inbox is currently ~ OPEN!

Main Course~

Coffee ice cream- "I've never done this before."

Marble cake- “Pose for the camera.”

Red Velvet Cake - "Swallow.”

Lemon Meringue Pie- "Wanna wear my cum as lipgloss?"

Tiramisu- "Oh you're a drunk stupid thing arent you?"

Infused Chocolate Cake- "C'mon, take a few more hits. Getting high huh?"

Banana Split - "Oh don't worry, I'll make it fit."

Oatmeal Cookie - "You're a virgin? Don't worry your pretty little head about it, I'll teach you."

Crême Brûlée- “shhh, wouldn’t want them to hear would you?”

Upside-down cake- “don’t play coy, you know exactly what you’re doing.”

Pineapple Pound Cake- “you wanted me to be rough with you, so I’m being rough with you.”

Strawberry Sweet Roll- “Feels so good you’re crying?”

Blueberry Cheesecake- “this night ends with you pregnant.”

Carrot Cake- "You're such a pretty girl. C'mon, say it. You're a pretty girl.

Caramel Brownies- "Mark. Me."

Chocolate Croissants- "Trying to make me jealous?"

Cream Cheese Danish- "Your daddy would hate to see you here with me"

Strudel- "Good luck hiding these Hickies."

Eclair- "Let me finish inside."

Ice Cream Cake- "Please...just tonight."

Chocolate Mousse- "You look pretty fucked dumb."

French Toast- "No one has to know..."

Strawberry shortcake - “You can't expect me to keep my hands off you.”

Sundae - “Don't you need the money?”

Pudding - “Well, well, well, look at what we have here.”

Black forest cake - “You were asking for it.”

Chocolate Custard - “Harder…I said HARDER.”

Flourless cake - “A promise is a promise.”

Drink~

Hot Chocolate- Gentle Sex

Monster Energy- Masochism

Matcha- Size Kink

Hawaiian Cocktail- Bondage

New York Lemonade- Choking

Jitterbug- Praise

Strawberry Milk- Public Sex

Lavender Tea- Somnophilia

Vanilla Milkshake- Aphrodisiacs/sex pollen

Gin and Tonic- One night stand

Bloody Marry- Vampire Au/ Blood sucking

Scotch Sour- Degration

Mocktail- Pregnancy

Daiquiri- Breeding Kink

Jello Shots- Aftercare

Tea- Sub reader

Tequila- Dom reader

Kool-Aid- Virgin/inexperienced reader

Coca-cola- virgin/inexperienced character

Strawberry Daiquiri- Bimbo Reader

Screwdriver - spanking

Boba Tea - body worship

Cappuccino - overstimulation

Sippin' Cream - threesome

Martini - Mafia AU

[plusultraetc]

for the fic writer asks: 13, 17, 19?

Thank you for the ask!!

13. what's a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

The 'if you can't figure out what to write next, the problem is actually ten sentences back' thing!! It genuinely changed my life and is so so helpful. Sometimes I don't even need to get rid of the ten sentences--just move them or tweak them and carry on my merry way.

17. What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

If the split screen technique is failing me, I do the most difficult thing on the planet to do: take a break. I try very hard to safeguard my writing time, so it's always a bummer when I realize I need to allocate some of it for rest & recreation & inspiration. Some favorite hobbies for doing so are reading, watching a show, or playing a game--just engaging with another story in some way! I also really enjoy drawing and art journaling--anything that works out a different creative muscle than writing.

(For writers block specifically, I listen to music and Imagine Scenes. Sleeping at Last is a particular favorite artist for this purpose, except if I'm stuck on an erasermic fic, in which case I for some reason listen to Noah Kahan nonstop. The amount of times I've played "Forever" in the past week alone is bananas but like. the edges of your soul I haven't seen yet!!! now I'm glad I get forever to see where you end!!!!!)

19. What is the most-used tag on your ao3?

For characters it's Shinsou, for relationships it's Aizawa & Shinsou, and for additional tags it's Canon Compliant--so basically, the expansion pack's influence cannot be overstated 😂 (although, more than half of my non-expansion pack fics are mostly canon compliant, so it's not just that series!)

[god-complex-12]

Elysian Feelings

— Paring; Jonathan Levy x male reader. Fandom; Scenes From a Marriage

Quote; “Well, they say the way to someone’s heart is through the stomach.” “You reached the heart before even getting close to the stomach.”

Description; Jonathan has a fat crush on his neighbor. He sees his neighbor baking and next thing he knows, he’s sharing brownies and his feelings. Disclaimer; Fluff. Confession. Teasing. Reader is shirtless. Jonathan kind of (not in a creepy way) watches the reader from a window.

Word Count: 1.3k

Scenes From a Marriage Masterlist, Oscar Isaac Masterlist

A/N: Wow, I said I had writer's block, now I’m posting two fics in one day.

Jonathan walked into his kitchen, searching for a quick snack. It was around 9 at night and he had just put Ava to bed. Jonathan was in a white T-shirt with pajama pants. He flicked on the light in his kitchen and pushed his glasses up with the back of his hand. Jonathan looked around and grabbed a banana. He placed it on a cutting board and grabbed a knife. He cut it in half — the peeling still on.

Jonathan grabbed the half he wanted and peeled it, throwing the peel in the trash. He took a bite of it and went back to the knife and put it in the sink. The bearded man glanced out the window for a split second. He had to do a double take. His and his neighbor’s kitchen windows were parallel to each other. He lifted one of the blinds and peered out — curious because he saw his neighbor’s light on.

There his neighbor stood. He was shirtless, but in a black apron that hugged his muscular waist nicely. He chewed slowly as he took in the sight. After Mira left, and this guy moved in, he started to become almost overbearingly infatuated with the man. The sight of Y/N shirtless baking wasn’t new to him. He found that Y/N baked a lot, especially shirtless.

Jonathan shrugged and continued to eat his banana. He began cleaning up the kitchen in the process. When he finished that half of the banana, he began washing the dishes. Occasionally he would let his impulsive thoughts win and glance up at his hot neighbor. He thought of what Y/N was baking and couldn’t help but feel the urge to want to try it. He glanced up again and was a little confused when he saw Y/N was gone.

Jonathan stopped washing the dishes, his hands sinking into the soapy water as he leaned in more, trying to figure out where he went. After a few seconds of looking, he heard a knock at his door. He leaned back and glanced in the direction.

“Be right there!” He called out to the person. He panicked a bit at the sudden visitor. He tried to shake his hands dry, and then wiped them on a towel. He then began walking to the front door. He opened it and his eyes widened.

There stood his neighbor with a plate full of saran wrapped brownies. Y/N smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, to bother you. I baked some brownies and I can’t really eat them all, and I know you have a daughter, so I thought I’d give you guys a treat.”

Jonathan’s eyes trailed down to the brownies and to Y/N’s body. He still had an apron on, but he was also still shirtless. Jonathan felt his ears heat up and he tensed up. He swallowed a lump in his throat and looked up at Y/N. “Uh, wow. That’s- uh, that’s really sweet of you.” He smiled, trying to cover up how flustered he was.

Jonathan stepped to the side to let Y/N walk in. Y/N thanked him and entered the home. He looked around and smiled. “Very nice place.” He complimented.

Jonathan gave a polite nod. “Thank you.” He led Y/N to the kitchen.

Y/N placed the baked goods on the counter and smiled at Jonathan. Jonathan returned it, feeling a bit nervous. “They look amazing.” He praised.

“Do you want one? I made them for you and your daughter so you are welcome to them.” He gestured to the plate.

Jonathan nodded and grabbed one. His hand shook slightly, the sight and thought of Y/N was a little overwhelming at the moment. He watched Y/N grab one too. Y/N raised it up a bit like a cheer and Jonathan returned the action. Jonathan held eye contact as he took a bite. His eyes widened as he bit into the thin layer and into the gooey insides. He let out a small moan — which caused his face to heat up in embarrassment.

Y/N chuckled and covered his mouth. “That good, huh?”

Jonathan chuckled along with him. “These are the best brownies I’ve ever had.”

“I’m glad.”

For a moment, they share a silence. They stare at each other, there’s something hiding behind their gaze that neither of them are willing to admit. Y/N didn’t know what he was feeling until this moment. Up until now, all he knew was that his neighbor was clouding his thoughts and that he wanted any excuse to talk to him — that’s why he brought him brownies. The realization hit him in the moment. His eyes widened a fraction as he realized that what he was feeling wasn’t just some hyper-fixation, it was a crush.

Jonathan was the first to break the moment, he looked away with an awkward cough. Y/N looked to the side. He felt his heart quicken and his breath grow a little heavy. His eyes searched around the kitchen for a distraction. It landed on the half cut still peeled banana.

He remembered something his mother taught him in that moment and used it to diffuse the awkwardness. “You know, banana peels are really good for roses.” He looked back at Jonathan.

“Really?” He asked, he couldn’t care less though, his mind was hazed over with a feeling of an unsatisfied want.

“Yeah, the potassium is really good. You could preserve the peel in water and apply it to the roses.”

“I never believed bananas actually had potassium. Potassium is a very reactive element, especially to water.” He said with a shrug, grateful for the distraction from the moment they just shared.

“Bananas decay, so it makes the potassium less reactive.” He said, gripping the counter edge he was leaning on.

Jonathan chuckled. “So you're a nerd and a chef?” He teased with a smirk.

Y/N chuckled nervously. “Yeah, I guess so.” He muttered. Their eyes met again with that same gaze with the unspoken intent. After a second, Y/N spoke up. “I guess it’s kind of weird for your neighbor to come to your house at night shirtless with a plate of brownies.” He joked.

“No, not at all!” Jonathan said with a laugh. “I’m grateful actually.”

“The brownies or me?” Y/N said teasingly. He then caught himself and got a little embarrassed. He looked down and shuffled a bit “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” He awkwardly chuckled. “I don’t know what came over me.”

Jonathan smiled, he couldn’t help but find it all more endearing. “No, it’s fine.” He assured him with a sweet smile. “I’m lucky to have you.”

“As a neighbor or..” Y/N trailed off as he waited for an answer.

Jonathan felt a rush of confidence surge through his body. He caved into his impulsive thoughts like he did before. “To love you.” He said, boldly.

Y/N was sent into utter shock. His eyes remained the same though. He didn’t look shocked, but he was. He fell completely silent as he stared at Jonathan. His heart racing and his mouth agape. He could feel his heart pound aggressively in his chest, begging him to say something. “Well, they say the way to someone’s heart is through the stomach.” He said quietly as his face turned red.

“You reached the heart before even getting close to the stomach.”

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Specified Lines Tag

thank you @space-writes for the tag!! this looks fun 😁 and as usual, "line" is woefully and quite intentionally misinterpreted here lol

I'm tagging @drippingmoon, @zmwrites, @oh-no-another-idea, @timetravelingpigeon, @pertinax--loculos, and it's an open tag so go just fucking crazy-town banana pants!!! you'll be finding:

A line about music

A line about an idea

A line about temperature

A line about a taste

A line about a view (Dark Matter)—

The rock beneath them cracked. A split in the crust, a rush of lava spewing from the fissure. Thrive tilted his head at it and Warren stopped moving. The air felt of television static and smothering heat, flames dancing as far as the eye could see, ripping through the atmosphere and into the cavernous sky over their heads. "I suppose that doesn't bode well," Thrive muttered. He watched a chunk of the planet break off, jettisoning into space.

A line about the past (Aurora)—

Thrive's brow furrowed the longer he watched the projection of the adult obhelian bending to be eye-level with the child, smiling while saying something unheard to them, and the child smiling back. "That's me." "At your ha'dat'thi, yes," ——— said. "With your caretaker, Thoeala'laris. An ascendant of Oruna'polae." Thrive inhaled sharply, turning his gaze away from the projection, but he said nothing else. "You did not deserve the treatment you endured after your entu'borah, but it cannot be denied that Thoeala'laris made sure that a scared obhelian child with no idea of where he came from—or where his parents were—felt safe and loved. She kept you busy, fed you knowledge, built the confidence within you that spanned the rest of your life to where you're standing at this very moment." As they spoke, the projections melted into images of Thoeala'laris teaching younger Thrive to use his abilities, to change forms, and helping with what looked to be schoolwork on a large touchscreen on a wall. The patience in her silenced interactions with Thrive made Warren's heart swell, and he could see the warring emotions behind Thrive's eyes. "She passed away before your entu'borah. She would have been very proud of the obhelian you've become."

A line about a smell (Meridian)—

Warren faltered as he attempted to pass the door to his bedroom. He hadn't gone inside since Thrive's disappearance, and he definitely didn't want to now. The tug at him was strong, though, and he somewhat expected to see him sitting up on the edge of the bed as soon as he opened the door. The room was empty. The bedsheets upset as if he'd just been sleeping a few moments ago, the smell of him still very present. The window was closed as it had been the night he disappeared. Nothing in the room was touched, as if still very much a crime scene. It may as well have been. Warren felt as if he'd swallowed a grenade as he took a step inside, peering around at the unchanged decor, the mocha paint, the art they'd hung on the walls together some years prior. He could still see Thrive's handprint on the window from an anniversary he didn't want to think too much about if he wanted a clear head.

A line about distance (Asylum)—

Warren stepped aside as Ravnik brushed past him. He didn't even have time to recoil before Ravnik input the key into the touchpad and a brief dazzle of amber illuminated the outer corridor behind the sliding door. Thrive's eyes flashed the instant they locked onto Ravnik. For the span of a heartbeat, he appeared cordial and amiable. "Senator," he said. Then, without giving Ravnik a second to process, Thrive jabbed his fist into his throat. Ravnik let out a noiseless cry and doubled over, allowing Thrive the opportunity to take a further step into the room, which he did with a deep and intense glare directly into Ravnik's eyes. His pupils took on a familiar golden glow. The air grew heavy, pressed into Warren's chest, and his ears started to block. He slid closer to Thrive, trying not to make it too obvious that he couldn't pull a breath when a drip of blood skated out of Ravnik's nose and onto the floor. "You great and pathetic fool," Thrive snarled to Ravnik. "Consider yourself fortunate I've allowed you time to rectify your extreme lapse in judgment, as limited as that time is becoming by the day."

[overheard-on-base]

Hello Knight! Which horror movies do you like?

The bloody ones. I like to see how realistic the gorey scenes are.

I don't like the ones with clowns for obvious reasons, so IT and Terrifier are off the table. I also don't like movies where dogs and/or cats die or get hurt. Sometimes I'm okay with children being involved, other times it disgusts me.

Weirdly enough I love the Banana Splits, it's basically a FNAF rip-off but it's kinda charming, and the kids aren't the ones being hunted by the robots

[wronglennon]

thank uuuu @menlove and @dykebeatles for tagging me mwah writing tag game lets go

how many works do you have on ao3?

cumulatively over both accounts i have 13, but there are a bunch ive deleted over the years so the actual number is unknown lmao

what’s your total word count?

on takomtrmou it’s 109,153 and on saffrontea its 46,451. my other account is primarily anime/podcast stuff and i havent used it in a while but it was a lot more short form. if you like jujutsu kaisen i have a satosugu fic on there i wrote nearly two years ago now which i still stand by i love you satosugu

top five fics by kudos?

something you can hold on to (satosugu)

stop calling (it’s time to let me be) (satosugu)

if you think you can save me, i dare you to try (satosugu)

there’s a kind of music that reminds me of you (oakworthy)

an improvised guide to co-parenting in the workplace (mythic quest, vaguely braddavid)

do you respond to comments? why/why not?

yeah definitely even if it takes me a bit to get round to them sometimes i try to reply to them. partially because i want to say thank you but partially because when they’re sitting in my inbox it doesn’t feel like i can mark them as seen till i reply lol

what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

it’s between stop calling and if you think you can save me, but i think probably stop calling, just because i think you can save me is a scene that’s also included in something you can hold onto from a different perspective, and that one ultimately has a happy ending. i was very concerned with making stop calling as despairing and hollow as possible.

what’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

thiss is hard because it’s sort of like what quantifies something being happier than something else if it’s just, they both end well. is it that despite the angst the ending is happy? because if that’s the case it’s definitely something you can hold onto. i like the ending to love is a finder as well because it’s just very sweet and i liked writing it a lot.

do you write crossovers?

no, got nothing against them i just have never found two properties that i would be interested in writing one for.

have you ever received hate on a fic?

nooo not as far as i’m aware

do you write smut, if so what kind?

sure if it fits and i want to. most kinds really. i think the smut ive enjoyed writing most has been the trixie katya stuff ive written over the course of this year, esp dead but delicious.

have you ever had a fic stolen?

noooope

have you ever had a fic translated?

noooope

have you ever co-written a fic before?

nah but i would be up for it if its a concept im really into and someone i enjoy co writing with. the concept of the daemon au was very much a split effort between me and james menlove tho so it definitely wouldn’t exist without him.

what’s your all-time favourite ship?

it changes so frequently but ill always have a special place in my heart for satosugu. tragic friends to enemies will always get me and with kenjaku there’s just another element of pain.

what’s a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

ohhhh banana-split lady i fear. i mean never is a strong word but i worry its not in the foreseeable future just because my passion for it kind of petered out, but i do still really love the concept soo maybe someday. just not someday soon

what are your writing strengths?

i have been told that i evoke scenery and emotion pretty vividly which is always so great to hear. more recently with the beatles my favourite compliment is hearing that i get their voices/banter down accurately because its sooo important to me when im reading a fic and its one of my favourite parts to write.

what are your writing weaknesses?

the planning stage definitely. i have a habit of throwing myself into the bit i want to write and then kind of painting myself into a corner when i realise i dont have any ideas for the wider plot. i’m working on it but yeah im a bigggg offender of just making things up as i go which also can lead to losing interest in a piece lol

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i suppose i’ve got no issue as long as it’s executed well, and yeah as prev said finding someone who speaks the language is always preferable to just google translating it lmao

what was the first fandom you wrote for?

wrote but not published was doctor who. i was writing self insert doctor who fanfiction from the age of nine. first that i published was voltron and i dont want to talk about that.

what’s a fandom/ship you havent written for yet but want to?

i have a dusty old poison ivy/harley quinn wip that probably i wouldn’t post but definitely piqued my interest in writing them because theyre a lottt of fun.

favourite fic you’ve written?

either something you can hold on to or love is a finder, always! love is a finder is recent but im very proud of how it turned out, and something you can hold onto still stands up remarkably well even tho i think ive changed as a writer quite a lot since i wrote it.

tagging: mmmmm @milfpaul @tritzie @jorkeryuri and whoever else wants to do this lol

[dawnleaf37]

@spiderwebd regretevator

Regretevator (Game) is similar to The Normal Elevator from older days of roblox, being that you enter an elevator and it will arrive on a myriad of different floors to explore, minigames to complete, or just . Funny Thing

The Regretevator (the actual Elevator) is an interdimensional form of travel that is used by various entities to get around. It is confirmed to be able to go Anywhere. and seems to be able to transcend time and space which is always fun

The game features 70+ floors currently, and has a certain style of humor to it, but what really makes it are the NPCs, interactable characters, some of which can enter the elevator and some of which cannot. Im going to recap the ones who will enter very quickly, so sorry for the imagespam here:

Mannequin_Mark

A mannequin(which is a species produced by a factory) named mark. Woodcarver as a job, has a coworker named Jim. Hates concrete. Southern accent. Divorced from Wallter.

Wallter

Used to be a human, drank cement, is now concrete. Generally nice dude. Thinks concrete is better than wood. Tall as fuck. Divorced from Mark.

PartyNoob

Often shortened to Poob. Loves parties if you couldn't tell. Can kill you if you slap them like 10 times. You can slap them. theres something so so so so fucking wrong with them holy fucking shit oh my god. oh my god oh my g Keep this asshole in Mind. Keep them in mind ple;as

Pest

Actual name is PartyGuest. Builds robots. Steals money from you. Speaks Japanese. Yes they are a bug beetle to be specific. Asshole

Lampert

Found in the 3008 level yes theres a 3008 level yes i love it. Germophobic, clean everything. Zoomies he is zoomies. Despises Infected, but knew him as Kasper

Infected

Diseased when he bought a freemodel with a virus in it. Perpetually trapped as a scene kid. Had a cat. No longer has a cat. Used to be named Kasper, infection made him forget

Unpleasant

It;s the fucking unpleasent gradient meme. does jackshit. some people headcanon that it ate infecteds cat and i think thats the funniest shit

Split

Species called a fruitaur or something, banana-snail-horse-dog-girl. Hosts a wipeout-like show named Splitsville. Lesbian. canonically has feelings for bive

Bive

Completely made of hair. Conspiracy theorist. this is just touch tone telephone. canonically has feelings for Split. may seem crazy but she Knows things

Reddy

It;s freddy from fnaf but for Red Ball Diner, go look up gregoriah regretevator and tell me how gender he looks

DrRETRO

Animal Jam emote. framed for many crimes. Also knows things. Shoots lasers out of her eyes that will either kill you or heal you. meows

Gnarpy

that fucking cat everyones nuts about. Alien. Abducted Spud! and did shit to them. proud xe/they swag. was redesigned cause the creator was an ass :/

Spud!

yes the exclamation point is part of the name. was a camp councilor, got abducted by gnarpy and experimented on, is this now. that line is his mouth btw. if you click it 200 times it will explode. please be nice to them :(

Pilby

Clown fired from job after to bad of stage fright. They are just a sad thing tbh

Prototype

lovely little robot, if a bit glitchy and unfinished. VERY nicey ! a researcher, learns info on everythings for their database! my friend made this one :3!

FleshCousin

(invasive)Species of shapeshifters. Repeats words back at you in jumbled wordsalad. they dont seem malicious i dont think . my favorite. ever. the best

Jermbo

a cat

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There's more NPCs but i just covered the basic ones(new one being added soon made by my friend as well :3333333333)

BASICISH LORE SHIT:

this is MR

it is an effigy for a spirit and when it enters the elevator it has a chance to cut the lights and burn any NPC in the elevator. EXCEPT FOR FUCKING POOB. the spirit that inhabits MR is also the same one that protects poob. and if you look close at the game youll see POOB SI FUCKING EVERYWHEREi have to stop here before i go fucking insane but the basic premise is these two are tied and i dont know why or what how whatthe fuckkkk theres a whole lot more like theres a damn religion surrounding it and symbolism of the axolotl sun which means something but fuck FUCK!!!!

[lepidopteragirl]

hello soap love life enjoyers. i have a new Event for you. okay. scene. me. girl i like. in this cafe on campus sharing a salad. (i am eating all of the tomatoes out of my hand so she doesn’t have to see them (she HATES them) and she is eating the pile of diced cold cuts they put on top of the salad for some godforsaken reason (i don’t eat meat)) and im telling her about how i walked in on my roommate yesterday. etc etc. she says smth and i say. like. dude keep it down💀. i feel bad talking about this bc what if someone she knows hears. you’re telling me?. there’s a difference between telling one of my closest friends about this and like half the school who’s also here for lunch. and i’m gesturing around the room as i do this only look back at her at the very end so i only saw it for like a split second but she’s got the stupidest fucking smile on her face. like. you know what i’m saying? the silly looking ones. like. i don’t knowwww!!! real ones get it…. anyways. guys at i crazy nuts bananas what does this mean

[oneknightstand-if]

I know this is probably a spoiler, but do we get to choose whom we are a reincarnation of? Or is something you had coded based in the Mc's behavior?

By the way, I'm so interested in this IF. It has the right balance between horror and humor for me, as of yet. Especially because how bananas the MC can be... Which also is the reason I wonder in the first place if we get to be the reincarnation of someone based on our behavior. But if that were the case, it would be hell to code... And write... I just hope you're okay, in all honesty.

Thanks for the comment!

Who's the past incarnation of the MC is one of the biggest mysteries in the game, so the player doesn't get to consciously choose the identity of the Camelot MC (there's no mystery in that!) instead you're building up affinity points towards a certain background mostly during the Camelot dream sequences.

It's pretty similar to how the player builds up affinity points towards the different ROs, so it's not that hard at all. You'll end up having the Camelot MC that has the most affinity with that way you've been playing them.

It'll become more time consuming once the player has "locked-in" their Camelot MC towards the middle of the game and then the dream sequences start splitting into four different scenes.