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lxkeee · 1 year ago

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MY LOVE, IS MINE ALL MINE PART THREE

pairing: Lucifer x fem! reader

fandom: hazbin hotel

genre: fanfiction

notes: Imaoo sorry it took awhileee I'm actually a very busy college student while simultaneously having so much brainrot for this man so... Be patient omfg, I just posted part one a two days ago also, don't mind the warnings too much as it doesn't specifically for this specific chapter but it can be future parts of the story. So yes, hand holding before marriage will happen between Lucifer and [y/n]

warnings: none except hand holding before marriage Imao.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART FOUR

Lucifer paced back and forth in his room, worried. Walking around the large master's bedroom, passing by many piles of rubber ducks he made.

“She should be back by now.” Lucifer murmured to himself, sighing.

His eyes landed on to the framed pictures decorating his walls.

He prayed that Charlie met [y/n] up there, the one angel he trusts. Though, it has been eons since he's last seen her, he wonders if [y/n] changed after all these years, especially after he had fallen from grace.

Did she hate him? Did she miss him like how he misses her?

As he sat on his arm chair, a gold sealed white envelope manifested on top of the coffee table in front of him, pink glittery smoke surrounding the letter.

“...What the...?” Lucifer murmurs, hesitant and cautious, eyeing the envelope. What if it's a trap?

Suddenly his phone buzzed, he immediately checked it to see it was a text message from Charlie.

“I just left a letter on your table, it's from someone you know. I'll tell you everything that happened in heaven but I'll rest for a bit. Love you dad!”

Lucifer smiled though a tad bit worried, he can tell that the meeting didn't go as his daughter hoped. He can only give her time.

Lucifer then now turned his eyes back on the neat envelope, sparkling a little. He turned the letter around to see it was specifically addressed to him, written in an oh so familiar handwriting to him. Unknowingly, just by seeing the handwriting was enough for his eyes to tear up a little.

“[y/n]....” He murmurs, finally opening the letter. Using his sharp nails to scrape off the wax without breaking it or tearing the envelope. Taking out the carefully folded light yellow paper, unfolding it to reveal her letter to him.

My Dearest Lucifer

His cheeks flushed slightly, with a comma after dearest. My Dearest, Lucifer

“Oh [y/n], this will keep me up at night.” Lucifer murmurs with a small dorky smile on his face, his sharp teeth shining against the light, eyes watering.

My Dearest, Lucifer

It has been awhile hasn't it? A couple of eons since we've last seen each other. You have no idea how excited I was when I heard your daughter would be coming here in hell. I made sure to write a letter in advance a day before her arrival. I have a lot to tell you, first and foremost, I truly missed you. You sly man, you really got married without inviting me. How's your time down there? I hope hell is treating you right, I really hope I'll get a chance to see you again. I hope we'll get a proper chance to talk, I want to personally hear you how you've been doing. I hope you'll get the chance to see the good of humans after giving them free will, I promise to find a way for you to leave and visit earth. I am running out of paper to right on but I promise to help your daughter up here and lastly, I want you to remember that I adore you always.

“Sincerely yours, [y/n] [l/n]” Lucifer softly reads out, voice shaking. It felt like he could hear her as he read the letter. The same kind [y/n] who always believed in him. His heart swells knowing that she's still trying to help in any way she can despite their distance. She never stopped believing in him despite him leaving without notice (not that he had the chance to).

“If only you knew how much I adore you too, [y/n]...” Lucifer murmurs softly, his finger tracing the outline of the paper ever so gently.

“I want to see you again, I have so many things to say to you... So many unsaid words I wanted to say... I wanted to tell you that I love...” Lucifer's eyes widened ever so slightly, cheeks turning red. He knows he loves her and he still does but he also loves his ex-wife, Lilith. Does he? Or is he just holding into something that no longer exists as it was something he had for a long time and now it's gone?

Everything in his life changed, Lilith's love for him changed, he changed.

Despite all of this, [y/n] remained unchanging inside his heart. Sure, Lilith held the majority of his heart but now? He is not sure but he is 100% sure [y/n] never left, he still has affections for the angel.

How can he not? She's the only one who believed in him when he was up in heaven? She comforted him whenever the elders said hurtful things to his ideas.

But now...

Her letter gave him a sense of hope that his decision of giving mankind free will might not be useless after all.

Lucifer closes the letter, gently folding it back on how it was folded before he opened it. Bringing the piece of paper to his nose, smelling the faint scent of her perfume. It brought back memories of his time with her in heaven.

“I'll ask Charlie about what happened up there later but for now, I'll take a moment to process this.” He says with a small sigh. Slipping the folded paper back into the envelope.

Lucifer sighs as he gently places the envelope back on his table, walking to his balcony. Eyes staring up into the smoky red skies of hell, devoid of any moon and stars.

He used to stargaze with her when he was still in heaven.

[y/n] was his moon, who shines during his darkest days.

Waving his finger in the air, specks of golden dust flickers out of his fingers. Forming a crescent moon.

Lucifer leans into the railings, eyes staring at the faux moon he created.

“Moon, tell me if I could...” Lucifer softly sang, eyes tired but hopeful. “Send up my heart to you...?” he asked softly, unfortunately no one answered.

A bit of a timeskip....

It has been a few months since Charlie's visit here in heaven and the next extermination is getting closer by the day. Emily and I are still trying to look for ways to help Charlie.

Sera adores Emily, I am sure that she wouldn't get punished. I on the other hand, Sera has been keeping a close eye on me. Criticizing me. Lute being tasked to watch my every move.

“Sera, this is utterly ridiculous! We should give those poor souls a second chance.” [Y/n] says, clenching her fists as she looked at Sera who was sitting on her chair inside the Seraphim office.

“That is enough, [y/n]. You keep this up and you'll end up fallen like Lucifer.” Sera said sternly, eyes glaring at the [y/n]. “You barely managed to escape that fate before, you could've fallen the same time as Lucifer but thankfully your actions weren't as severe as his.”

[y/n] slammed her fists against the table, angel eyes appearing on her wings with fury, “We aren't God, Sera! Who gave you the right to judge those sinners and claim they don't deserve a second chance?” she exclaimed.

Sera stood up from her seat, anger evident on her face. “Don't you dare raise your voice at me! You're on thin ice, [y/n]!”

[y/n] rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over chest, “What are you going to do? Huh? Kick me out of heaven?”

Sera's glare sharpened, patience running thin. “Keep that attitude up and you just might.”

“Lucifer doesn't deserve this treatment! You cursed him to not see the good of people! You cursed the people who have a chance to redeem themselves by taking their life! How does it feel that so much blood is spilled because of your decision?!” [y/n] asked angrily, tears running down her cheeks.

“We have our own souls to protect! This decision wasn't easy to make!” Sera remarked angrily, her wings spread out intimidatingly.

“Protect them from what?! As far as I know, it's only us angels who are a threat to them? If they do something that doesn't fit your standards or the elder's standards they are bound to fall from grace!” [y/n] says mockingly, rage and annoyance evident on both women's eyes.

“That's it, you've crossed the line!”

“You don't want to admit that I am right, angels are such selfish, greedy, and filthy creatures. I cannot believe I am associated with beings whose hands are stained with blood.”

You know, falling doesn't seem so bad.

Strong and harsh winds are blowing against my back, thankfully I still have my wings. It is currently useless, unfortunately. I don't have the energy to flap them to save myself from the approaching pain.

After that argument with Sera, the higher seraphim thought I was already way out of line and disrespectful. I was placed on trial, handcuffed with the type of handcuffs that prevents me from using my angelic powers while it simultaneously sucked the energy out of me.

I was deemed guilty, shameful, and ungrateful and a threat to the order of heaven.

Tossed out of the pearly gates of heaven by none other than Adam, that asshole really grabbed me by the hair.

[y/n] sighs softly, vision blurring. Trying to focus it as she falls from grace. The skies looked so beautiful.

Lucifer would've loved these skies, we've stargazed during the night before. When he was still in heaven with me.

Lucifer, I can see Ursa Major tonight. Someday, I'll bring you back here on the surface and stargaze like we've always do. No matter how many stars are in the sky, you always take my attention. You're like my star, you shine so bright and so pure.

I'll join you in the pits of hell, I hope you didn't forget about me.

I should be happy that I'm finally leaving that god awful place.

Why am I so scared of falling to my demise?

For a moment, I can see a glimpse of how Lucifer felt when he fell from grace.

Terrifying.

[Y/n] closes her eyes as she finally goes past the Earth's crust. Ichor flowing out of her hands from the handcuffs she had to wear.

“I am not allowed to die, I still need to see him.” [y/n] murmurs before eventually crashing into the fiery grounds of hell, she fortunately crashed somewhere where there weren't any people, a wide space of nothing but dead trees, a hotel can be seen in the distance.

Pain, pain shot everywhere her body. She let out a sharp scream of pure pain. Blood spilled everywhere before she eventually passed out.

It didn't matter, the pain didn't matter. She's here now. She'll look for him or Charlie.

She doesn't know Charlie would find her first.

END NOTES: YUHHH THEY'LL SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN IN THE NEXT UPDATEE

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lenoraslament · 1 year ago

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Masterlist

Hello! Welcome to the Masterlist!

My name doesn’t matter. Insatiable Slytherin gal. Pisces ENFJ. Morally ambiguous characters are ✨

I am now taking requests. I write for Slytherin boys mainly but I can also write for Bridgerton and Gilmore Girls.

One shots are at the bottom

First are posts related to my three part Tom Riddle Fanfiction. All three parts are on my Wattpad

* indicates smut

^ indicates romance

+ indicates dark themes/angst

Lenora was cold, smart and cunning. Until. Until that night. Two mudbloods stole something from her, a piece of her she couldn't get back. She finds solace and healing in the unlikely ally of her longtime acquaintance Tom Riddle.

Wattpad Link

Chapter 9 Excerpt: Insolence +

Chapter 12 excerpt: Moment in the Library ^

Chapter 16 excerpt: Apparating ^

Chapter 20: Pleasure *^

Chapter 23 Excerpt: Malfoy Ball ^

Chapter 28 Excerpt: Good Girl ^ (*in the Wattpad chapter)

Chapters 33&34: Revenge and Satisfaction *^+

Chapter 35: Aftermath ^*

Chapter 36: Make Me Forget *

Chapter 38: Punish Me *+

Book 2 Lenora’s Love:

Lenora was Tom Riddles everything. Until he had to Obliviate her memory. Now they are brought together for the summer, as he continues to build his dark legacy the death eaters. Their love is inevitable; even with Cygnus Black trying to intervene. Will the truth out?

This book whole chapters cross posted to Tumblr but if you want to read on Wattpad

Part 1 Summary / Say Yes to Heaven ^

Lenora arrives at the Malfoy Lakehouse and leaves Tom breathless

The Rose Garden ^

Tom watches Lenora from afar much to the chagrin of Abraxas

Why Not Tom Riddle

Lenora wonders about the change in Tom Riddle not realizing she was obliviated

Hard to Resist^

Cygnus grows closer to Lenora

Firestarter +

Lenora accidentally reminds everyone just how powerful she is

Worth It +

Tom and Cygnus duel, Abraxas confronts Lenora

Flawless ^

Tom continues to confuse Lenora, Delia appears for the first time since the Malfoy Christmas Ball

Strumpets *^

Lenora catches Tom doing something unsavory, she pushes to be a deatheater

Overprotective

Lenora tries her best to be respectful and discovers something useful

Lust Potion *^

Delia gets revenge on Lenora, Tom tries his best to resist Lenora

Despair +

After being humiliated by Delia, Lenora wants to prove herself as a deatheater no matter the cost

I Love You ^+

Tom nearly loses Lenora for good.

Pain is a Price +

The long term repercussions of Lenora’s potion are discovered

High and Mighty

Tom proves his leadership while being absolutely faded.

Flowers for a Lady ^

Lenora is made a deatheater but isn’t sure what to make of this new side of Tom.

Dowries and Dark Marks +^

Tom tries to figure out how to get Cygnus Black out of his hair as they both chase after Lenora

Pillow Fight +^

Cygnus Black wishes Lenora goodbye, making her lash out at Tom Riddle

Tawdry ^

Lenora forgives Tom and then is forced to play the temptress

Make Me ^

Tension finally comes to a head between Tom and Lenora at the lake

Cozy^

They simply can’t stay away from eachother.

Crash Into Me^

Tom and Lenora continue to push and pull, Abraxas catches them

Tom Riddle the Romantic ^

Tom Riddle goes way out of comfort zone

A Proper Date ^

Tom and Lenora finally have a real date

Anchored*

Lenora wants more from Tom than his horcrux

How it Always Should Have Been*^

Tom and Lenora make love

Time Doesn’t Bow^

A snapshot into 6 months of bliss as Tom and Lenora stay together

Lying *

Cygnus Black returns, Lenora catches Tom in a lie

Disillusionment +

Lenora learns the truth of everything that happened before Tom obliviated her

I Lost You+

Tom’s proposal goes awry, Lenora gets revenge

I Hate You+

Lenora broke Tom’s heart but he gets the last word.

One shots

Tom Riddle

Hot Mess Part 1

Hot Mess Part 2 *

Infatuated

Careful What You Wish For *

Mattheo Riddle

Careful What You Wish For *

Theo Nott

Some Plumber ^*

Lorenzo Berkshire

Finally Requited pt 1

Slytherin Boys React

Perfume Preferences

How they would Overstimulate You*

Edging Orgasm Denial *

You took Lust Potion *

Romantic Moments ^

Free Use *

Dance with Me ^

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shiny-jr · 5 months ago

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Dear author, I’m so sorry that someone plagiarised your work especially since you work so hard on your stories 💔😞

We want to help the plagiarised book get taken down so can you please share the link?

If enough people report, the fanfiction site admins will finally listen and take down the plagiarised book, instead of the plagiarism claim being buried.

I hope this issue gets resolved quickly and I hope you have a better day.

UPDATE! Based on this and that and also this.

Thank you, anon. I appreciate your words, but as I stated in one of my previous posts, Wattpad reports are finicky. I believe at this point, we're at day thirteen of dealing with this plagiarizer and day four of it being public and yet despite it all, the plagiarizer has still yet to budge.

So, I thought I'd give another update and give the information we discovered in our findings. As to what we know is copied and from who. Keep in mind, one of these four copies stories has already been taken down and done with. I'll specify which in a moment.

Before I proceed, if you happen to be one of the original writers mentioned in this post and you want your portion removed from this post for whatever reason, let me know. I do not want to upset anyone, except the plagiarizer. At this point in time, I care little for their feelings on the matter when they've had plenty of time to make things right.

The plagiarizer: Kristynaka1

FIRST.

Obviously, the first story that was discovered was mine, with all the information linked in the posts at the very top. I was made aware of this by the inbox from a kind reader. Ever since then, I've been dealing with this plagiarizer.

My mutuals and I found it weird that somehow, the plagiarizer had relatively good grammar with few mistakes in the story. Yet every little note or message they sent, had many spelling mistakes and was sometimes difficult to read. It was inconsistent and strange, and we couldn't make sense of it until we had a theory which some readers in the comments here have already suggested. We theorize that the plagiarizer began to use AI.

Of course, we can't prove this but how else would a user who can't format and type proper messages be able to write whole paragraphs that are actually legible and understandable?

ChatGPT was available to the public sometime in 2022. Before 2022, many of their "stories" were copy and pastes from Tumblr. After 2022, there were differences in the copied stories that made it harder to find the original story and connect it to the original writer. Differences in writing that I doubt the plagiarizer wrote themselves if we go by their messages like:

So yeah. Onto the evidence.

SECOND.

After a few days, one of my mutuals began to suggest searching for the origins of other stories as they doubted any of the posts belonged to the plagiarizer. Low and behold, we found three others. The first of which belonged to @monst and their post. Just by comparing the first paragraph was enough to confirm that.

I won't go into too much detail as the links pretty much say all you need when you actually look at the evidence.

THIRD.

Not even an hour later, we found the second copied story from that oneshot book. Thankfully, there were only two stories there, so there aren't any more copied parts from that series they claim is theirs. The original is @ppsycho and their post. This one again looks like a direct copy, even the image is the same.

FOURTH.

This is the one that was already deleted, thankfully. So there is not many good screenshots I can present, except one before it was gone. So the original writer is @mint-yooxgi and their post.

Here is the only screenshot I have of the wattpad version, just to showcase that it did in fact exist, and it was copied.

So yeah, that's everything for now. If you check out the plagiarizer's profile and recognize the other stories I did not name, please let me know. We thought we found one of them on Quotev, but it wasn't.

Please continue commenting discouragements and reporting the account!

I think I'll leave this off with something I typed last night in a chat:

In whatever way this ends, know that it will end badly for the plagiarizer. They can choose to ignore, but that won't make everything go away. People will remember, I will remember. If they go radio silent and try to forget everything but keep the stories up, comments will still be there. If they try to delete the comments, new comments will just be made. The comments will serve as warnings to others that might stumble across their account, and it will immediately make them click off the account or story because no one wants to read a plagiarized story. The account we see now will just be empty of real readers, so it will remain a miserable little place where each comment will serve as a reminder as to why plagiarism is bad.

Even if they do decide to delete and make another account yet again, whether they decide to copy the same stories they did before or pick entirely new writers to prey upon, it doesn't matter. Readers will either recognize them from before or new readers will notice the plagiarism taking place. It doesn't matter what they do. They will be found and dealt with in some way, shape, or form.

I hope those two or so years of small internet fame were worth it while they lasted.

#shiny speaks #plagarism #probably important

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attemptingtowritehalfwaydecently · 25 days ago

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how to disappear

Bakugou x reader

Based on "How to Disappear" by Lana Del Rey. Red words are lyrics from the song.

Cw: angst with a bittersweet ending, mild depictions of violence, nightmares, language, suicidal ideation, death of a sibling, and yelling/arguing.

Notes: this is only my second time writing fanfiction and my first time actually posting on tumblr. Please be nice to me :')

John met me down on the boulevard. Cried on his shoulder ‘cause life is hard.

It was during your third year at UA that a thought crossed your mind. That Katsuki Bakugou could mean something to you. There you were, sitting on the couch of the common room, wrapped in his arms as you sobbed and beat on him over the death of your little sister.

“If only I’d known.” “If only I’d been there.” “If only I’d warned her more, then that villain wouldn’t have gotten her…” Through all your what-ifs, all your fists pounding against his chest, he never said a word. He just held onto you, anchoring you as you got lost in the waves of grief.

The waves came in over my head. What you been up to my baby? Haven’t seen you ‘round here lately.

After a few weeks away from school, spent with your family, you finally returned to UA. You didn’t know how to approach Bakugou, didn’t know what to say to him. So you didn't approach him, didn’t say anything to him. But you caught his lingering glances. You saw the hint of concern in his eyes when you weren’t keeping up as well as you should be in training.

You hadn’t been sleeping well. Your dreams were plagued by the villain attack. Being right there, watching your dear baby sister get left for dead. Bloody and beaten, chest shuttering, as if her body is saying ‘This is too much. I can’t do it anymore.’ You’d scream for help, run to her, and hold her, except no sound came out of your mouth. And no movement comes from your body. You are just forced to watch the life seep out of her body. Slowly and slowly until…

You woke up screaming. You turned your lamp on because you could still see her body against the blackness surrounding you. As you look around your room, taking in where you are, your eyes catch a picture of her sitting atop your dresser, and suddenly you’re too aware of where you are. And where she isn’t. Here you were, tucked away safely in your room, with dozens of heroes only a phone call away should you ever be in danger. While she suffered her final moments alone, left lying helplessly in that alleyway. Forgotten by the world.

She had just turned 12, bragging about how she was gonna go to UA High and become a hero “just like big sis.”

You couldn’t stand your dorm room, so you spent most nights in the common room, staring off toward a wall and drowning in your own thoughts.

You stopped eating lunch. The idea of eating Lunch Rush’s food, that she was so giddy to try, made you feel sick to your stomach.

One night, Bakugou found you in the common room. Sitting on the floor in a corner, so lost in your own head that you couldn’t even hear the sound of your stomach growling. So he did the only thing he could think to do, he made you something to eat.

At first, he just left the bowl next to you and hoped you’d snap out of it long enough to see what he left, that you’d realize just how hungry you were and eat what seemed like your first proper meal in a week. But when he’d come back down early in the morning, he’d find you in that same spot. Passed out, leaned against the wall, the bowl of soup at your side cold and untouched.

He started snapping you out of your trance himself, sitting next to you, staring you down until you finished every last drop of your soup. Eventually, he started eating with you, hoping you wouldn’t be quite so hesitant if you weren’t being watched like a hawk by someone who had nothing better to do.

Slowly, he got you to come out of your shell. He started by making off-handed comments about things that happened at school that day. He would watch you process what he said for a minute until a flicker of recognition flashed in your eyes and you blankly nodded back at him. One by one, he coaxed words out of you until you were able to hold small conversations, which evolved into two-sided, pleasant discussions about whatever was happening in both of your worlds.

The day he finally got a laugh out of you, he felt like he’d just single-handedly taken down the worst villain the world has ever seen. The day he asked you out on a date, and you said yes, he felt **higher than any villain takedown could make him feel.

All of the guys tell me lies but you don’t. You just crack another beer and pretend that you’re still here.

it's been two years since you both graduated from U.A. You'd tried your hand at hero work, but it was all too hard, too laced with guilt and horror, so you gave up. found yourself an office job that provided more security than being a hero ever would. Every evening, you'd have dinner ready on the table for when Katsuki got home from his patrols. You'd eat in silence, and then you'd sit on opposite ends of the couch. you, trying to make conversation and asking about his day, and him ignoring you. Bottle of booze in one hand, and the remote in the other, deeming the news (that he no doubt was already up to date on) more important than you.

Joe met me down at the training yard. Cuts on his face 'cause he fought too hard. I know he's in over his head. But I love that man like nobody can.

Your nights consist of cleaning Katsuki up after fights where he got too careless. You try to scold him, to make him realize that what he's doing is too dangerous. But he just brushes you off, telling you to be quiet and keep disinfecting his wound. You want to scream at him, to smack some sense into him. But he was there for you in your darkest times. you needed to be there for him.

He moves mountains and pounds them to ground again. I watched the guys getting high as they fight for the things that they hold dear. To forget the things they fear.

"I can't believe you were so reckless. Do you have any idea how much danger you put yourself in?!" You scream at him, on the verge of tears. "I don't want to hear it, miss ‘i sit behind a desk all fuckin day’.” He shoots back, walking away into the bedroom. You follow him. “This isn’t about me! Even our friends are worried about you. Eijirou, Izuku, even Aoyama whose head is stuck up his ass 90% of the time!" You get no solid response to that, just grumbles of "shut up" and "whatever” Strewn along your speech. You snap, "Are you trying to kill yourself?!"

He finally, finally turns to face you, but the words that come out of his mouth are ones you never thought you'd hear from him “YEAH?, WELL MAYBE I AM. SOUNDS A WHOLE LOT BETTER THAN LISTENING TO YOU BITCHING ALL THE GODDAMN TIME." You freeze, your body refuses to move a single muscle as you stare at him. And he stares- no, glares right back at you, and then he turns around and slams the front door as he leaves. You wait all night for him to come back.

But he doesn't.

When you get back from your shift the following afternoon, the apartment is bare. The furniture is gone, cabinets empty, everything removed save for a single box in the middle of the living room with all your things thrown into it.

Now it's been years since I left New York. I've got a kid and two cats in the yard.

You’re far from Musutafu, sitting on your porch as you watch your husband play with your daughter out in the grass. A smile is on your face as you watch the man who treats you like you are the singular most important thing in his world care so gently for the most important thing in your life.

The California sun and the movie stars- I watch the skies getting light as I write, as I think about those years, as I whisper in your ear: I'm always going to be right here. No one's going anywhere.

It's impossible to avoid Katsuki, even hundreds of miles away. He's the number two hero now, and everyone in the world fawns over him. Even your little girl.

"Mommy! Mommy! He's so cool when he 'splodes the bad guys!" She begins mimicking his moves, adding little booms for dramatic effect. "Yeah, Sweetie? You like him that much?" To which she fervently nods. You pick her up and hold her on your lap. "Well, did you know that before you were born, your mommy was actually friends with Mr. Dynamight?" your daughter, in all her little four-year-old hyperactivity, loses her mind. Prying herself off your lap and running in circles until she finally comes back to you, stars in her eyes.

"You're still friends with him, right?” she asks you innocently. "No, baby, we're not, unfortunately." Truth is, you’re not in touch with anyone from UA. You haven't talked to any of your classmates since Katsuki...

Since things ended.

"Well, that's alright. Just talk to him and tell him you want to be friends again. Pretty please! I wanna meet Mr. Dynamight!" If only it were that easy. "I’m afraid it's not that simple, sweet girl. And besides, Mr. Dynamight's very busy these days. I doubt he even has time to talk." Your four-year-old climbs back up onto your lap with a huff, clearly not happy with how this conversation has rolled out. "Fine. But can you at least tell me about him, Mommy?"

And you do. You tell her how he’s the strongest person you've ever met, how he never bends his morals and always follows his heart. After a moment, your daughter asks, “Mommy, has he ever saved you?” You stop for a second, mulling over your answer.

“Yeah, sweetheart. He has.”

This is how to disappear.

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 1 year ago

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post-s2. good omens mascot here, coping unhealthily.

This is the first proper post I'm writing since the audio breakdown, good thing I queued a POTC one last week, I suppose. Yes I slept through the entire day today, missed the theatre workshop I was supposed to attend and may or may not be listening to A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square on loop. Have an update on my coping because my social life and family are both Tumblr now:

Every song is about them now. A lot were before, but now every single one. Even an old Hindi song from a 1900s Indian military movie that I have not watched, by the way. But the lyrics (thank you Google translate) are: Everybody wants a handful of the sky, everybody searches for a handful of the sky, there is a world waiting to be hugged to the chest, the moon is a fair full of stars, but this heart is still lonely. And of course that makes me think of Crowley as the starmaker. Ow.

I made the very intelligent decision to rewatch the first three episodes of season 2, knowing what the Job minisode and the Edinburgh minisode do to me. I'll be here clutching Crowley, well, hugging him close to the chest, just like that song... ah, fuck, here we go again.

I listened to you all and am drinking a lot of water, since my tear ducts were emptied yesterday and now I'm unable to cry. I also ate too much chocolate.

I searched for sad Aziracrow edits and watched them. Don't look at me. I'm in a hell of my own creation.

I used too many emotions last night and now I feel hollow and achy. Maybe I should cope with humour and write the summaries.

Or maybe that will backfire and I will be filled with horrifying levels of emotion.

I slept. A lot. Many hours. Lots sleep.

So. Well. You know. Adopted child of divorce. You were all right, this is exactly like dealing with a breakup or divorce, but much more painful.

Someone please, please, please stop me from clicking the Crowley whump tag to find fanfiction.

I remember my initial Good Omens posts. I remember calling the fandom sad, desperate, queer and masochistic, and also pointing out how you all blame Neil and then sit and make headcanons that are a hundred times worse than canon.

I was so right. Look at me now, sad, desperate, queer and masochistic, making headcanons that are a hundred times worse than canon.

Wahoo.

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bethelighthalazia · 10 months ago

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"Pookie"

Summary: When your boyfriend finds out what you named him on your phone (and his younger member teases him about it).

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Woozi (Ji Hoon) x fem!reader

Additional Characters: DK (Seok Min)

Word Count: 553

AU: Idol AU

Warnings: tiny bit of another member teasing Woozi

networks: n/a

notes: This is my very first fanfiction for Seventeen, I do hope i didn´t mix up names or anything. if i did, please let me know, but be kind and respectful okay? <3

other links?: n/a

© by bethelighthalazia. Do not repost, copy or translate. Unless stated otherwise, those works are mine and born from my own ideas. I don't have any claim on the mentioned real existing Idols whatsoever.

You loved spending time with the boys of Seventeen, and that not only because you were a carat from the beginning, but also because your boyfriend was one of them. You knew Ji Hoon from before his trainee days, always cheering him on and supporting the path he went on, and he always wanted you by his side. Even when he was told that it might be possible that he'd have to break up with you if he wanted to become an idol, he told the others that if that were to happen, he'd just walk out of the company and find another dream that he can pursue with you by his side.

Today, the two of you were lounging on one of the sofas in the dorms, most of the other boys were out for schedules or just enjoying the day and only you, Ji Hoon and Seok MIn had stayed back in the house on their free day. Seok Min was playing a videogame while Ji Hoon and you were just cuddling, his slender fingers running gently through your hair while you were looking at the tv, joking around every time Seok Min’s character died in the game.

You just wanted to grab your phone from the coffee table when you froze in your movement; your phone was gone. Eyes wide, you turned to look at Jo Hoon, who frowned at your expression. “My phone is gone, do you have it by chance, jagi?” You asked, but Ji Hoon just shook his head no, he would never take it without asking you about it first. “I could call your phone, you have it on loud, haven't you?” He asked, to which you nodded your head yes and Ji Hoon dialed your number.

It didn't take long for Seventeen´s song ‘Maestro’ to blare through the room, this alone already made you blush slightly, but when Seok Min reached over to grab your phone that was laying underneath the pillow he sat on, you realized that this would be a horrible idea. Before you could react though, he reads the caller ID out loud, causing you to cover your face with the pillow in your arms.

“Huh, who is ‘Pookie Wookie Woozi Boo’?” Seok Min asks, an eyebrow raised as he turns around to see his older member staring at the phone in his own hand. “Oh-! Well, does it make it better that there's a heart and a blushy emoji next to it?” At this, you facepalmed, eyes wide in embarrassment as you then looked at Ji Hoon, who lowered his own phone, his face and neck blushed heavily.

“I- I can explain?” You laughed awkwardly, reaching over to take your phone from Seok Min before you turned back to Ji Hoon now, head tilted ever so slightly. “Well…I would love to know why you came up with that nickname for hyung! I mean, it fits though, but still. What´s a Pookie Wookie anyway?” Seok Min asked, by now holding his tummy from laughing hard about it. When you couldn't come up with a proper explanation, you only pointed at Ji Hoon, who couldn't hold back a laugh anymore, shaking his head about his girlfriend´s behavior, soon leaving the three of you a laughing mess in the living room of the dorms.

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withlove-xixi · 7 months ago

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— THE IMITATION OF ART: heartsteel!yone x reader

KINKTOBER DAY FOURTEEN: HUMILIATION ᥫ cw: nsfw, humiliation, teasing, masturbation, a bit ooc yone i think (oops) ᥫ wc: 1997 ★ i need this man so badly .. so very badly i need this man ... anyway this was an idea ive had since . like 2018 but never had the proper character to write it for lol (yone my saviour) wahaha i hope yew enjoy it (ᗒᗨᗕ) cross posted on ao3 — MINORS DNI! —

— DATING A CELEBRITY WASN’T SO BAD.

[♡]: not when you were dating a guy like yone; smart but not to the point of being obnoxious, loving but not to the point of suffocation, playful but not to the point of immaturity, he was the perfect package, wrapping carefully in tightly fitting dress shirts and adorned with fresh bouquets every visit to your apartment. it came with additional perks too, like the small slice of fame that reflected off your boyfriend and onto you.

IT WAS A GUILTY PLEASURE, one you didn’t dare indulge as often as you’d like, mostly out of worry it would turn into a habit.

But there you were, sitting half-naked on your desk, a hand shoved between your thighs and the other tightly gripping your mouse. You swallow heavily as you scroll, bit by bit, eyes scanning over filthy words as you read— read about you and your boyfriend.

Yone kissed their neck, hungry. His fingers trail down their stomach like butterfly kisses, stopping to rest just above their core.

They whimper, a soft thing that drives Yone insane. He leans against their ear and growls.

“I’ll ask you again, what exactly were you doing with Kayn?”

Oh, it felt sinful. Completely and utterly so.

You didn’t intend to get hooked on reading internet fanfiction of you and your boyfriend, truly it started out as curiosity when a fan had asked the group about it during a live they did, and you had overheard. You overheard Yone’s confused tone as he processed the idea of fan-made fiction about him and his bandmates.

So, out of pure, innocent curiosity, you looked it up later that night. You wanted to know what his fans wrote about him, you wanted to know how they thought of him, how they saw him. Very quickly you learned that they thought of you too. At first, it was strange reading your own name like that, to essentially be a puppet to their silly fantasies, like children playing with dolls and mashing their faces to make them kiss.

And at first, you found some pretty sweet stuff. People writing about how they thought Yone would surprise you at work (not that they knew what you did for work), people writing about what sweets he would spoil you with (though they completely missed your preferences), people even wrote about how things might’ve been if you two were married (and it was such a sweet thing to think might happen).

Then, as quickly as the small peek you said you’d take, you found a multitude of certain, more mature stories revolving around you and your boyfriend. Even some of your boyfriend and his bandmates, Hell, even some of you and his bandmates. It was strange, far weirder than reading about Yone taking care of you when you were sick or being strictly work partners and having to share one bed. Yet, you were drawn to them, far more than you’d like to admit. It was definitely something to read other people’s sexual fantasies of you and your boyfriend, but at the same time it let a pit of arousal bubble in your gut.

His fans were definitely imaginative,even more than you and Yone. They’d write such nasty things about what they think you two did or what they’d like you two to have done, all of which were definitely things you hadn’t even considered trying with your boyfriend. Honestly, part of you felt a bit ashamed for not thinking these things sooner. Reading fanfiction of you and your boyfriend filled your head with all sorts of new fantasies, new possibilities; ones you couldn’t wait to bring up to Yone the next time you had him naked in bed.

But for now, when you’re still too shy to bring them up and Yone is still too busy for anything too intricate in bed, you settle on getting yourself off every now and then reading some smutty fanfiction on the internet in the darkness of your room.

Your hands move along to the words on your screen, immersing yourself in the story by following them like they were instructions. A soft whimper leaves your lips as you picture Yone doing all those filthy things to you, his big hand keeping your hip in place while his other hand pressed just below your navel, his hot breath fanning moist huffs and groans into your ear, his large, muscular body eclipsing yours.

Yone’s fingers stroked at their inner thigh, teasing them as they whimpered and arched their back against his chest. His chuckle vibrated against their back. He used his other hand to turn his lover’s head to face him, pulling them into a hungry kiss. Their tongue fought for dominance as Yone’s hand continued to stroke at their thigh, inching closer and closer to their core.

You gasp as your hand does the same, rubbing slow and gentle circles on your skin until you reach your heat. Following the fic, your fingers lightly trace over yourself, a shiver running down your spine at the contact. You moan, softly and quietly, somewhat restrained as it usually sounds whenever you find yourself lurking through the depths of some fanfiction website for a new fic to read. You buck your hips when you slowly move your fingers up and down the length of your heat, almost languidly stroking yourself as breathy groans spill from your lips like a plea. Your back arches slightly and it’s getting a bit harder to keep reading, but you try your best to anyway, straining your eyes to focus on the words, to read and reenact every single word.

Yone’s hand caught their juices, further lubricating his fingers as he fluidly moved them up and down.

Your fingers slick up from your actions, the sticky, wet feeling engulfing each digit, lubricating them.

He pulled his hand off his lover, earning a desperate whine from them. He brought them up to his face to examine the juice on his fingers.

Your hand meets your face, eyes watching the way your own slick drips from the tips of your fingers and spills down to your palm.

He smirked as he licked his lips before bringing his fingers into his mouth. His tongue ran over his fingers as he licked them clean.

Shakily, your fingers press at your lips. Your quiver as you let the part and bring your fingers into your mouth, the salty and slightly bitter taste instantly meeting your tongue. You whine at the taste, muffled by the way you involuntarily press your fingers against your tongue.

Strained, you whimper around your fingers as you lick at your digits, lapping at your slick and making yourself savor the flavor. Instinctively, your hips buck, desperate for some more friction. Every noise from you is suppressed by the occupancy in your mouth, saliva drips from the corners of it as you gingerly thrust your fingers in and out, as you press them against your tongue. Your head tilts back, eyes shut tightly as you part two of your fingers and let your tongue run between them.

“‘Yone pulled his fingers off his mouth and whispered into your ear. ‘Taste so good, baby.’ Oh my, how naughty. Is this really what you do when I’m not around, my love?”

You nearly choke on your fingers as you jolt at the voice behind you and at the sudden weight that leans over you. You quickly withdraw your fingers and hesitantly look up, only to meet exactly what you’ve been dreading; your boyfriend catching you in the act.

His handsome face is illuminated only by the brightness of your computer screen, his expression unreadable from the angle you’re looking at, but you can make out the faintest trace of a smirk. His hand finds its way above yours, taking the mouse and scrolling a bit further down to read more. You sit there in perfect stillness, mortified that your dirty little secret was out, not only out but out to your boyfriend. Your boyfriend knows you’re reading fanmade fiction of you and him fucking. He knows you’re reading fictional porn.

You feel embarrassment— humiliation, even —seep into your veins, gradually replacing the pleasure that once coursed through them. With furrowed brows you watch him, hawk-like, as he reads paragraph after paragraph. Still, you feel your thighs twitch with anticipation. Watching Yone from an angle like this was very hot, the contrast of light against the shadows on his face made it shine in such a mesmerizing way and the way he had his chest firmly pressing against the backrest of your chair, ultimately pressing against you, was so assertive, it was dizzying. You swallow dryly when he stops scrolling and glances down at you with a curious expression.

“Well, don’t let me stop you, my dear,” he says, his tone almost taunting, “you’re barely half-way through this story. Wouldn’t you want to finish it? Aren’t you curious to know what Yone does to you?”

You draw in a shaky breath. “Y… Yone, that’s—”

“Hm? Shall I read it to you then?” He asks in faux innocence, then transfixes his gaze back on the screen.”’Yone leaned against their ear and growls in it.’ Ah, so like this?”

Yone mirrors what he’s read, leaning closer to you so that his lips are barely grazing your ear. You whine quietly as he chuckles, deep and rough sounding against your ear.

“Do you like this, my darling? Is this fun to you?” He asks, and you notice he’s making his voice sound just a bit huskier.

You gasp. Slowly and shamefully, you nod your head. “I… It is…” Your voice is quiet, almost a ghost of a whisper.

Your boyfriend chuckles again. “It is? Then why won’t you finish it? I want to hear you read it out loud, my dearest.” He punctuates his demand with a tender kiss on your temple. “You’ll do that for me, won’t you?”

Again you swallow dryly, feeling your heart pound against your chest as you give a small nod in response. He nods his head towards the screen, urging you to read off it as you touch yourself. Yone’s hand remains on the mouse while the other rests on your bare thigh, soothingly and tenderly rubbing against it, encouraging you further.

You draw in a shaky breath and return your slightly trembling hands to your core, sliding them up and down the length of your heat. A whimper leaves your lips and a shiver runs down your spine.

“Can you read what’s on the screen?” Yone asks, voice gruff and deep.

You swallow again. “‘Y… Yone’s… uhm… Y-Yone th-throws hi-his lover over his shoulder… a-and…’” You pout, looking up at your boyfriend, pleadingly. “I-I can’t… it’s—”

“Embarrassing?” He finishes for you in a tone similar to the one he used when he scolded his bandmates. “Tell me then, my dove, what’s embarrassing about it? Seems to me you’re quite used to reading these things. Ah, then perhaps it’s because I’m here, hm?”

You open your mouth to speak, but quickly find the words dying in your throat and crawling out of it in whines and incoherent pleads. You see the dangerous glint of amusement shine in your boyfriend’s eyes, and you get the feeling he isn’t going to let you off the hook so easily.

On one hand, you were embarrassed beyond what words can describe. You felt sort of guilty too, like you had been disrespecting him behind his back for too long, which really, you kind of had been. Looking at Yone now, you can’t fully tell what he thinks of your actions, if he’s condemning you for the sake of condemning you or if the amusement in his eyes leans a bit closer to arousal. But then again, on the other hand, the whole situation felt hot to you. Caught getting yourself off to fucking fanfiction of you and your boyfriend of all things? It felt like you were living in one of them right now.

“Hm…” Yone hums, his gaze returning to the screen for a second before turning back to you. “I think it’s best to start over from the top, don’t you, my dear? I’d love to see you recreate this for me.”

A wiper leaves your lips as he tilts your chin forward, forcing you to face the screen. Perhaps dating a celebrity had more perks than you thought…

#ꔛ xixi writes #ꔛ xixi's kinktober 2024 #heartsteel yone #heartsteel #league of legends #heartsteel x reader #yone x reader #league of legends x reader #dividers by cafekitsune

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greenerteacups · 8 months ago

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Your last chapter was delightful! Thank you so much!

You’ve mentioned All the Young Dudes in one of your posts and it has been a revelation. Do you have all time favorite hp fics and would care to share your recommendations please?

Oh, man, how could I ever choose? Manacled and DMATMOOBIL are obviously all-timers, but they don't need me to recommend them. Wait and Hope, similarly, is in no need of exhortation by me, but I'll do it anyway, I ate that shit up. Anything by @PacificRimbaud. Especially anything with Pansy in it. Especially Les Pèlerins. Anything by provocative_envy. Especially the college/internship AUs. You don't think an American AU for Harry Potter is going to work, until you're reading it, and wow, does it ever. Bending Light by scullymurphy. Talk about fucking atmosphere, my God. (I haven't read Falling Dark yet, I've been meaning to get around to it.) I've also been meaning to read the Gravitation series, I read the first chapter forever ago and it was one helluva opening. See, now I'm just talking about fics I haven't read and want to. Okay.

All the Young Dudes was formative because it was the first time I realized the scope of what fanfiction could do. Until then, I had a very narrow, constrained version of the kinds of stories fanfic was meant to tell (and what fanfic audiences were looking for). ATYD blew the ceiling off that by telling a story that was non-traditional, slow-paced, and completely non-focused on romance for at least half of it, and people adored it anyway. It taught me to be bolder and more creative with my choices. It made me think "well, Gryffindor Draco may not be the most popular trope in the bucket, but maybe some people will like it!" And it turned out some people did!

The Disappearances of Draco Malfoy. This was for a long time my favorite Draco redemption arc, and it remains the first fic I recommend to anyone looking to get into Dramione, because it's the perfect branching-off point for someone who loves the books. Stylistically honest and feels like Book 7, only better. Draco is not let off the hook for fuck, as is right and proper. (I'm a sucker for Book 7 rewrites, for obvious reasons.)

Boy with a Scar. All of it. Made me tear up like four times. This person understands things about Harry Potter that Rowling doesn't and perhaps never could.

Birds of a Feather is a great Tomione Hogwarts fic, and of any fic I've read, it's most interested in the practical day-to-day of life at Hogwarts, which was one of my favorite parts of the books. It's really a book about how someone like Tom, or Hermione for that matter, would experience Hogwarts if there weren't any diabolical plots happening around them: that is, as a very cool, very beautiful, but ultimately sort of mundane boarding school. It makes the place feel lived-in and real in a way that makes it a joy to come back to. And it has the most realistic depiction of child!Tom that I've ever read.

And I'm finding new ones all the time.

#greenteacup asks

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sillygoofyqueer · 6 months ago

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HI HI HI HELLOOOOO HI WELCOME TO MY BLOG!!!!!!

So, my name is Four and I'm nonbinary, so they/them pronouns only pleaaaase. I post a lot (a Lot) about MDZS and SVSSS, and sometimes (if yer lucky) I'll make a random post about TGCF and leave everyone confused.

I'm also a certified Wei Qingwei expert, so you should definitely ask me questions about him :D

First of all, my profile picture was drawn by the incredible @leouusaurxoxo!!!! It's Crowyuan <3

So, other blogs I've got are:

@sillygoofyqueer-reblogs - the name is self-explanatory

@xielian-gets-his-own-blog-now - a blog dedicated to my Xie Lian plush and co

Fanfictions I've currently got up on AO3:

The Three Blades - MXTX crossover, modern au with cultivation, in which a legend surrounds three ancient blades and one missing wielder

Losing Hope - MDZS au, canon-divergent I guess, in which the Jin Sect were the ones to grab Wei Wuxian after the Nightless City Massacre; trauma ensues

The Human - MDZS au, Fantasy/Fae au, in which two Fae from different courts mistake one another for a human; antics ensue

Don't Touch Wei Qingwei's Child - SVSSS au, in which Shen Yuan has transmigrated as a cute little pangolin demon and has been adopted by Wei Qingwei, but somebody has made a grave mistake

Tags I use:

Four's fanfic - anything adjacent to Losing Hope

Three blades au - anything adjacent to, surprisingly, The Three Blades

Mdzs fae au - anything adjacent to The Human

Proper cryptid au - SACRIFICING WEI WUXIAN TO THE BURIAL MOUNDS 😨😨‼️‼️⁉️⁉️⁉️ (GONE WRONG)(CULTIVATORS CALLED)

Father-son mourning au - me overanalysing "Red Like Roses pt 2" and making a Lan Sizhui and Wei Wuxian focused AU

Mdzs drama au - we all know that Wei Wuxian would be a great drama kid, and I can't stop thinking about it

Crowyuan au - an au where Shen Yuan transmigrates into a crow demon, as well as general facts about him no matter the variety

Panyuan au - is that....Shen Yuan transmigrating as a pangolin?! On Wan Jian Peak?!!??!

Leviathyuan au - Shen Yuan but he's a leviathan demon from the Abyss. It's sick, if I do say so myself (I think about how cool he looks all the time)

Wei Qingwei my blorbo - my personal headcanons for lore on Wei Qingwei (MXTX lost the rights to him in the divorce, he's mine now /j)

Shui Muyang my silly - I did it again and imprinted on the Zui Xian peak lord despite known fuck all about the peak, let alone the lord, so I made my own (read above reasoning)

Feng Licheng my baby - SVSSS OC for a Zui Xian head disciple!!! He's ADHD coded and has at least one missing tooth at all times.

Gao Hongxia my stone - SVSSS OC for a Wan Jian head disciple! I don't know why I chose stone.

#pinned post #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mo dao zu shi #mxtz mdzs #mdzs #scum villain self saving system #ren zha fanpai zijiu xitong #scum villain #mxtx svsss #svsss #wei qingwei #shui muyang #feng licheng #gao hongxia

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dancingontheblades · 5 months ago

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The Tale That Never Ends - Sneak Peek

Only two weeks left until the first chapter of my post-canon YOI fanfiction goes live, and that's why today, I want to share with you the first of two little previews.

Summary (not finalised, though):

After Yuuri broke Viktor’s world record in Barcelona, he and his coach and fiancé move to St. Petersburg to get ready for their season together. Determined to win gold before their wedding, Yuuri hopes to benefit from the training conditions of a five-time world champion. However, adapting to the life in a foreign country brings unforeseen challenges, and so does getting back in shape after a long hiatus. And if that wasn’t enough to worry about, a throwaway comment that was supposed to be a joke threatens Yuuri’s stay and awakens his old fear of not being enough. Brace yourself for domestic Viktuuri, an even kinkier Eros, and lots of fantastic figure skating.

I wrote this story in 2021/2022, followed by an insane amount of editing and doubts (which I still have to some extent). That I'm finally at the point where I dare to post it, I owe to my dear friend @cecebeanie, who did an alpha+sensitivity reading to soothe my impostor syndrome, and my beta-reader of this story, the great @zeco5000, who provides me with more insight into a figure skater's life than I could ever have.

Now please behold the sneak peek at a wip of what will become the cover image, done by another friend, the talented @cosmiclion:

Excerpt Chapter 6:

“This one is cool!”

Viktor threw the dishcloth onto the counter and hurried to the bedroom. Yuuri had sorted the clothes he had brought with him into his half of the wardrobe. Even though Viktor knew more clothes were on their way, the remaining empty three-quarters of Yuuri’s half left him wondering whether it was normal to own as many clothes as he had owned until recently.

Convince Yuuri to buy proper evening attire well before it will be required of him, Viktor made a mental note.

“Show me what you found, Yuuri,” he said.

Yuuri held up a light grey hoodie, a feverish gleam in his eyes. It was one of the articles of clothing Viktor had not yet cleared out in case Yuuri might like them.

“You have some nice T-shirts too, and I’ve been thinking that wearing these will feel like I’m wearing a part of you, but this hoodie is so cosy.” The words came out in a fast staccato. “And it feels so warm. It would be like you were hugging me when you’re not hugging me. I could wear it next time we go outside. Or at the rink.”

Viktor’s heart leapt. I wish I had known him when I was still in juniors. I would have loved him back then already. I would have felt complete.

He blinked away the sudden moisture in his eye. “Try it on, Yuuri.”

Yuuri shrugged into the hoodie. His head came out with his messy hair all tousled and his glasses askew.

“Perfect.” Viktor spun Yuuri towards the mirror. “Is it as warm as you thought?”

Through the mirror, Yuuri beamed up at him and nodded. Viktor hugged him from behind, inhaling Yuuri’s musky scent. “Which hug do you like better, Yuuri? Mine or the hoodie’s?”

“Yours.” Yuuri’s mirror image blushed softly. “But now I feel hugged twice, and that’s even better.”

His heart growing wide, Viktor hugged Yuuri tighter. “What about the woollen sweater? It would look cute on you.”

“Too itchy.” Yuuri shrugged out of the hoodie. “I only wear cotton. But it feels warm, too.”

Viktor filed that information away. It seemed like just another adorable quirk of Yuuri’s. He opened his mouth to enquire whether other kinds of wool were compatible with Yuuri’s skin, when Yuuri pressed the hoodie into his hands.

“Put it on.”

“Huh?” Viktor asked, his mind still half occupied with the grades of itchiness of different kinds of wool, and half surprised about the sudden change in Yuuri’s voice from fannish joy to commanding fierceness.

“I want your scent on it. Put it on.”

*~*~*~*

Next Sunday, I will share an excerpt of Yuuri and Viktor training at Viktor's rink with the hoodie as a special guest. And I will show the complete illustration.

#yuri on ice #katsuki yuuri #viktor nikiforov #viktuuri #yoi #fanfiction #yoi fanfiction #ADTLTBAverse #yoi season 1.5 #please share widely if you think that your followers my enjoy a yoi sequel #the tale that never ends #cat's yoi fanfiction

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pendragonsclotpole · 2 years ago

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I need to preface this post with the fact that I’ve been aware of Supernatural for as long as I’ve known what the terms fanfiction and fandom mean. It’s one of those pop culture moments that’s existed on the periphery of my mind as something really beloved and bemoaned about by people on the internet, but it’s never been something I really cared about outside of some iconic memes.

For the past four days, I’ve been watching Supernatural non-stop in my free time. I think I sat through eight episodes straight on one of those days, and I just have to say, the show is phenomenal.

I don’t know where to start, I could make a dozen of these posts about various points throughout the first two seasons and it still wouldn’t be enough. I’ve now taken a break at episode one of season three, because now that it’s a weekday I have work and can’t dedicate the time I could on the weekend.

First, Jared Padalecki’s acting is so beautiful and poignant and emotional. He really makes Sam Winchester into the bleeding heart of the whole show, and the entire time he’s on screen I worry about Sam. His portrayal of Sam’s heartbreak and desperation at Dean’s impending death after the car crash, as well as Sam’s horror at the reveal of what John told Dean before dying held a tragic desperation and denial that really embodied what the character represented in the first two seasons. Even as a hunter and with his special abilities, Sam felt like a quasi self-insert for the audience. I don’t mean that in a bad or overly tropey way, but in the way that he felt robbed of a proper childhood in favor of his father’s crusade. Sam is the angry, indignant younger sibling who never bore the brunt of responsibility like the older sibling did and it shows. In some ways, it makes him more entitled—I don’t mean that Sam does not have the right to be angry with John Winchester. He does. Fuck John Winchester. I mean entitled in the unintentional, coincidental way that your little brother or sister always demands the things you never had or rebels against the authority of the parent without ever dealing with the consequences you did as the older sibling. It reveals the veneer of freedom he had and the protection he received by virtue of his place in the Winchester Family. For me, it made him unbearably real, and this feeling of realness was made worse by the genuine naivety and innocence he keeps even as he continually gets screwed over by the demons. There’s a steadfast belief in the goodness of others within Sam that often conflicts with the sense of goodness he believes he lacks.

Sam trusts so easily, but he understands people in ways that should be antithetical to his upbringing. It took me forever to reconcile why he seemed so familiar, until I realized that Sam Winchester, for all that he was one of John Winchester’s son, had received the unconditional love of an older sibling for his entire childhood.

I don’t mean the perfect, kind, healthy love that often exists between fictional siblings. Too often I’ve watched media that makes me wonder how siblings like that even exist, or conversely, made me glad my siblings weren’t so fucked up.

I mean the kind of platonic love that exists between siblings living in the liminal space of love and hate thanks to the single fucked up connection that draws them back together continuously out of some sense of duty or commiseration or the need to be understood.

I mean the kind of love between siblings that would wither away when in a perfect world that does not stake their survival on their codependence of each other, but that in an imperfect and real world is equated to familiarity. Sam and Dean against the world—against John Winchester.

Out of all of the episodes I’ve watched in the last day and a half, perhaps the one that struck me most was episode 20, Season 2. What is and What Should Never Be. Not only was the title a bit of emotional whiplash—the juxtaposition of Should and Never lending a finality or a sense of wrongness that can’t be replicated by the words “Could Never—but we see Dean and Sam in a world where their one connection, hunting, has completely vanished and at a high cost to all the people they’ve saved, but mostly to Sam and Dean themselves. They’re connection as ride or die brothers is gone, replaced by an ostensibly better, healthier, more normal future liberated from the expectations of the rest of the world.

Without the death of Mary Winchester, Dean and Sam are no longer Dean and Sam. They’re just two people, connected by the two people that raised them, and likely to drift apart after that connection dies—frayed ends of a tapestry pulling apart and unraveling. Dean gains a mom and a normal life, but metaphorically loses a brother and a sense of purpose. Who is Dean Winchester if he’s not a hunter and Sam’s brother? And the sad thing is, neither of these are traits Dean ever chose. They are conditions foisted upon him, perhaps not intentionally, such as in the case of Sam, but ultimately placed on his soul until they tethered themselves to the very core of what being Dean Winchester is supposed to mean. The end of the episode, and Dean’s choice to return to the real world, regardless of Sam waking him up, is Dean fully giving up his dream in order to save Sam and be a hunter. The fallacy of the episode is in the choice Dean makes, which the more I think about it, feels less like a choice and more of an inevitability but one compounded by Dean’s readiness and willingness to go with it.

This is where I get to the crux of my surprise with these first early seasons of Supernatural: Dean Motherfucking Winchester.

I don’t know what I was expecting from early seasons of Supernatural, especially with the context of the later seasons. Maybe an overly cheesy, early 2000s ode to roadtrip Americana with a self-reverential take on the classic gun slinging frontiersman of the Wild West and bad supernatural CGI. Not to say it isn’t that (shout out to Sam’s comment on Dean’s particular brand of butch), but what surprised me was how real the connection between the characters was manifested on screen and how much good will the show built up in the audience. There came a point where I sided with Dean so much in the events of the show that I felt like I was riding shotgun in the impala. I saw it with every compliant “yes, sir” he gave to John, with every teasing comment he threw at Sam, and with every act of selflessness he exhibited by protecting other people. This isn’t to say that Dean is perfect. Sometimes he doesn’t take things seriously enough, or he’s willing to sacrifice people for some misguided greater good, or he’s obsessed with saving Sam even when he wouldn’t be if it were anyone else, but Dean has a conviction so many people lack. He has the capacity to love at a great cost to himself, either because he believes himself unworthy of being loved or because he’s not used to anything else.

Jensen Ackles does such a good job at this portrayal and with such a different technique than Jared Padalecki. Ackles embodies the desperate need for self-assuredness that Dean breathes, as well as the genuine fear he has of being seen. I love laughing with Dean as much as I love screaming at him for how stupid he’s being. If Sam is the self-insert, then Dean is the tragic hero, although that comparison feels like a poor facsimile for what Dean Winchester truly is because I don’t particularly feel an overwhelming sense of pity at his state or at his hinted downfall with that demon deal. If anything, I feel a sense of indignation mixed with understanding and frustration that Dean can’t catch a break but at the end of it all, is just how he prefers it.

It shouldn’t be a shock to admit that even without knowing what happens from seasons 3 to 15, I know how Supernatural ends. Just thinking about the ending makes me wonder if I should even continue it past season 5, but that’s a decision for another time.

For now, there’s something unbearably tragic in seeing Dean Winchester so close to a chance of a normal life and apple pie happiness (something he really seems to desire no matter how much he denies it) and then having to give it up, not just because it’s not real, but because he believes it should never be real.

Dean Winchester deserves better.

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girl-named-matty · 2 years ago

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Why I don't like Solomon Sallow

(I worked this out on a google docs first and that has some screenshots i couldn't fit into here so after this post imma post some screenshots of the document) SO HI EVERYONE! You'll probably remember what I posted yesterday about dissecting the scene where you first go to Feldcroft in order to find out just a few things about Solomon upfront, so here it is! Buckle up because it is a lot.

Why I dislike Solomon Sallow, by me. 💕 Based on the scene where you first arrive in Feldcroft to visit Anne with Sebastian.

So I’ve just finished writing this scene for my fanfiction and going over the dialogue so carefully has made me realize just how much from this scene only we can see why Solomon was just a horrible person in general–if it wasn’t already obvious by now. I’ve been wanting to dissect scenes from the game for quite a while now and I think this presents a perfect opportunity to do it!

First, we’re going to start out when MC first arrives in Feldcroft and Sebastian is standing up on a ‘watch-tower’ to keep an eye on things since Feldcroft hasn’t been safe with all the goblins around. And then he states this:

Now, the goblins being around Rookwood castle isn’t Solomon’s fault. But being a resident of Feldcroft and being an ex-Auror, one would assume that he’d at least check it out, correct? Nope. Because Sebastian goes on to say this as well:

Now at the time, everyone thinks that Anne has been cursed by Goblins and not Rookwood, even Solomon does. But even with Solomon thinking the goblins had cursed Anne, he refuses to confront them even though we know he could since two fifteen-year-olds (Sebastian and MC) could easily defend themselves against said goblins.

And this leads us into our second segment.

We are now at the Sallow residence in Feldcroft and Sebastian walks in first, going to surprise Anne. Everything is happy and Anne is extremely excited to see Sebastian as shown in this picture:

Sebastian then pulls out a Shrivelfig, something he picked up in Hogsmeade for Anne.

Now from that screenshot alone, we can’t really tell if Anne just really likes shrivelfigs or if she thought it could be the cure–but from what happens next I can safely assume she may have thought it was some form of cure.

Because as shown right here–SOLOMON JUST YOINKS IT OUT OF SEBASTIAN’S HAND.

Solomon doesn’t give Anne and Sebastian even a moment to have a proper reunion, he doesn’t say hello to Sebastian, or greet MC, he doesn’t wait until MC is out of the house to have a conversation with Sebastian like a civil person would if a guest were around. In fact, he doesn’t do anything civilly, he starts an argument with Sebastian RIGHT there and then over a shrivelfig!

He looks at Sebastian and tells him that Shrivelfigs cannot reverse the curse. But we have no background to if they’ve ever even tried to do something with a shrivelfig to even help ease Anne’s pain. Since Hogwarts Legacy came out, the wiki for shrivelfigs has stated that they cannot reverse curses but it does have “medicinal properties' which could’ve at least perhaps eased Anne’s pain for even just a bit.

But what is even worse is that when he says “Nothing can” he looks DIRECTLY AT ANNE!

Why would he look directly at Anne while saying nothing can reverse the curse she has? Probably because he wants her to believe that she cannot be cured. He’s tired of trying to find one and so if Anne isn’t complaining about not having a cure, he doesn’t have to hear about it from anyone other than Sebastian. I’ve had conversations with friends about this and have a few theories about this situation but that’s for a different post. Then Solomon proceeds to destroy the Shrivelfig right in front of Sebastian and Anne.

Now, this is possibly a bit of a stretch but Sebastian got that for Anne and not Solomon so he’s basically just destroying a gift that Sebastian took the time to get for her right in front of the both of them which is a pretty crappy move in my opinion.

Then he turns to leave, yet again not even taking the time to say hello to Sebastian or MC and of course Sebastian, feeling like he needs to defend himself, says that they haven’t tried everything–which is technically correct. But then of course, instead of Solomon civilly telling Sebastian that there is no cure–It turns into another shouting match.

He gets up in Sebastian’s face and shouts at him, right in front of Anne and MC. Wow Solomon! I wonder why your nephew hates you.

Yes I understand that Sebastian is a stubborn boy but at this point in time, he’s a fifteen-year-old boy who is desperate to cure his twin sister! Before this, all he had was Anne and Ominis because his parents were dead and his uncle truly never cared. Let’s say MC had never come into the mix and Anne died, all he would have was Ominis. This is an act of Sebastian trying to preserve the last of the people who love him.

And then, unfortunately, the effects of the curse start to pain Anne.

The first thing they do is look over but instead of Solomon immediately going to Anne’s aid, he has to look at Sebastian and blame him for Anne’s pain.

Then he goes over to Anne to aid her and Sebastian tries to apologize for the argument that Solomon started.

Then instead of letting Sebastian apologize, Solomon tells Sebastian to leave.

He doesn’t even give Sebastian a chance. He’s fed up and doesn’t even want his nephew around. My whole guess is that he’s truly never wanted Sebastian around and this was all just an excuse. This leads us into our third segment. Sebastian storms out of the house and tells MC that he needs a moment alone if they are alright with it. Then MC will go talk to Solomon and Anne and for this, we’re going to speak to Solomon first. You go up and you greet Solomon, everything seems normal. Solomon apologizes for Sebastian’s behavior claiming “he doesn’t know when to stop” which is true in some cases.

When he says this, this is not a fact, and we have to keep that in mind. When he says nothing can be done for her–that’s his opinion because HE doesn’t think anything can be done for her. Which opinions are okay to have, but using your opinions to discourage others is usually not the way you want to use them.

Now after this, MC can say two different things. If you pick the option “Surely there’s something” your MC will say “It could be that you’ve not yet discovered a cure.” so in turn, slightly disagreeing with Solomon’s statement that nothing can be done but not downright disagreeing with him out loud.

But again, instead of Solomon holding a civil conversation, he starts to accuse MC of thinking they know more than the healers at St. Mungo's.

Now did MC ever claim to know better than the trained healers? NO! So why is he assuming this? It’s because he’s incapable of having a civil conversation regarding the curse if anyone disagrees with him in the slightest. We see this several more times throughout the game!

After this, your MC will say “Perhaps the healers don't know everything, sir.” which is in turn–correct because as skilled as they are, no one knows everything. And keep in mind that MC is calling Solomon “sir” being respectful while Solomon is not, he is shouting and spouting off. MC then follows up with “Sebastian is single-mindedly focused on finding a way to help his sister. If there is a cure, he will find it.” Then Solomon responds with this.

Yet again going back to the fact that he could easily confront the goblins but he never does. You have a dialogue choice here but both of them really just lead back to this statement.

He claims giving Anne hope is cruel because he doesn’t want her to have hope that she can be cured but in my opinion—not giving her hope is just as cruel! Imagine telling your niece, the child you are supposed to be raising, that there is nothing that could possibly cure her and so she is stuck feeling immense pain for the rest of her possibly short life even when there are still chances of finding a cure! I’m not sure about anyone else, but that sounds pretty cruel to me. I can see why you’d want to keep her comfortable but its still keeping her comfortable for her impending death when there’s still a chance she can be cured.

Then, as if he’s been acting like a good guardian, Solomon plays this card.

He says he knows what's best for both of the twins–which is clearly not true seeing how he treats Sebastian. Then he goes to say “my stubborn brother’s children” which always makes me think that Solomon had something against his brother–a rivalry possibly–that led them into fighting a lot and so Solomon takes his anger for his late brother out onto his brother's children. Which, keep in mind, is never okay.

Sebastian is a target of Solomon’s constant attacks because Sebastian acts like his dad. And that’s just the nature of a young boy to act like their father. Also, to Solomon, are you sure your brother was the stubborn one here…?

Solomon follows up with this and then this.

THIS ^^ is probably the only sensible thing he says during the entire game. Yes, Sebastian doesn’t know when to stop sometimes but I wonder why he doesn’t stop. It’s because he’s constantly being verbally attacked and Anne is the LAST bit of family he has that actually loves him! Of course he isn’t going to stop–he’s trying to save the life of his twin sister!

Our fourth segment leads us into our conversation with Anne–which gives us more perspective since we get all three perspectives of the Sallows who were involved in this.

MC enters the house and apologizes for earlier and Anne–being the sweet girl she is, reassures MC that it is not their fault for the pain she has.

It’s clear she’s struggling but she always makes sure to make it clear that it is not anyone’s fault when her pain comes and goes. Meaning Solomon was wrong by blaming Sebastian for Anne’s pain during the argument.

MC and Anne go on to talk about Anne being at Hogwarts and how she misses it but she says she wouldn’t mind being in Feldcroft all the time if it weren’t so dreary. That meaning, the goblin attacks and of course, her uncle and brother fighting all the time.

She says this but the way she words it makes me think a few things. She mentions that Solomon is fighting with Sebastian whenever he’s home. Which this could be a stretch but that makes me believe that Solomon starts the majority of the arguments that they are in. As seen earlier, Solomon started this one as well instead of letting the scene play out before he jumped in. Not only does Solomon starting arguments affect Sebastian, it affects Anne too!

MC will then say “Sebastian mentioned something about your uncle being an ex-Auror but refusing to go after Ranrok’s Loyalists'' and while I’m not an uncle, I am an aunt and if someone cursed my niece especially while she was in my care–I’d be burning down the goblin encampment while demanding answers. Then MC says “I must say, I wasn’t prepared for him to be as angry as he was''

Then Anne goes to defend her uncle, which is understandable.

BUUUUUT then we get into Anne now thinking she cannot be cured, saying that she can feel it.

Now I am not about to argue with the victim of the curse for saying she doesn’t think she can be cured–after all, she is the one suffering. But from what we saw with Solomon looking directly at Anne while saying “nothing can” referring to nothing can cure her, how much of her disbelief about her being able to be cured is actually coming from Solomon that she has just accepted and isn’t actually her own belief?

After that, you finish up your conversation with Anne and go to find Sebastian which leads us into our fifth and final segment.

Now, Sebastian does the same thing Solomon does and apologizes to MC for the way he acted–which means they are sort of the two sides to the same coin when it comes to how others perceive them. Both feel like they need to apologize for something that the other has done–even when only one of them is actually in the wrong. You have two options for dialogue here. You can either choose “He was out of line” which will lead you into saying “I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting him to be so angry.” or you can chose “He’s trying to do what’s right” which I honestly have no idea what that option will lead you to say because I’ve never chosen it and I went through nine different playthroughs I found on YouTube and nobody chose that option so I assume people agree that he was out of line. (If anyone could tell me what MC says if you chose the option “He’s trying to do what’s right”, that’d be lovely)

SO if you chose “He was out of line” which leads to you saying the part that you weren’t expecting him to be so angry, Sebastian will reply "He's always angry. He's been angry since my parents died." and "After Anne was hurt, he only grew worse. It's as though he blames me somehow. Always calling me 'my father's son' as if its an insult." (I apologize for the lack of screenshots here, I wrote this out on a google docs sheet before this and tumblr only allows me to have 30 pictures in post so screenshots of the doc are coming soon!) This brings us back to what I said earlier about Solomon deflecting his angry feelings from his late brother onto the twins and he most likely targets Sebastian the most because Sebastian acts the most like his father. Sebastian will go on to say “I’m the one trying to help her. He’s simply given up.” to which MC will reply, “Both Anne and your uncle seem to be genuinely convinced that nothing more can be done for her.”

To that, Sebastian replies that he refuses to believe that, that Anne’s pain is more than physical, that it’s changed her entirely, and that he misses her and is going to get his sister back.

After that you’ll go and explore the plateau that Anne was cursed on yada yada and you’ll get a bit of background on that.

So–what's the conclusion of all of this?

Solomon is just a horrible person.

He immediately starts an argument with Sebastian in front of Anne and MC over a shrivelfig, no less. And I don’t know about you but it's always so awkward when a friend gets yelled at by their parents/guardian and it's pretty embarrassing when it happens to you and you're the one being shouted at.

He’s either subconsciously or consciously trying to convince Anne that she cannot be cured by telling her “Nothing can” and by always screaming at Sebastian that nothing can cure her. When he shouts, it's scary, so obviously Anne isn’t going to want to speak up for herself and get screamed at.

He verbally abuses Sebastian–and probably Anne in the past as well. Now I’ve seen theories that there is possible physical abuse which I have also had theories about but it’s never been proven so I’m not gonna accuse him of such a crime BUT there is obvious evidence that he has no problem verbally abusing Sebastian at all by screaming, shouting and yada yada.

He’s taking his anger that he has for his late brother out on Sebastian and Anne, which is never okay. Children are never responsible for the sins of the father–and we don’t even know if their father did do anything wrong! From how Solomon acts, he could’ve totally been in the wrong for whatever arguments they had. And Sebastian is a target because he acts the most like his father.

And although this isn’t in this scene, Solomon has no problem attacking two 15/16-year-olds (who are still legally children) in the catacomb. So the conclusion is that Solomon Sallow is not a good person and he has no problem showing it. And that you can see so much just from this one scene that probably lasts only a few minutes.

I rest my case.

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#told y'all it was long #and I have more to say abt this guy too lol #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #hl #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy mc #mc #Anne Sallow #Solomon sallow #Hogwarts legacy theories #Hogwarts Legacy theory #Solomon Sallow slander club #Im sorry char but it had to be done #if anyone has anything to say please voice it in the comments!#I love hearing feedback!

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sameschmidtdiffname · 1 year ago

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And now, for some shit ain't nobody asked for... *drumroll please...*

Fanboy Futturman Headcanons That Hardly Make Sense Unless You're Deranged

(because it's fun)

Tags: just rawdog it bruh, idk what this is. I got fucken murmed.

Notes: Special thanks to @luverstream for going insane with me. This list is based off of our oddly specific thread. Love you pookers <3

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• 100% started writing fanfiction for 'Biotic Wars' because there was only two works in the whole fandom and they were both illiterate/ooc

• It started as a challenge because he likes writing as a hobby so he made a random account on Tumblr and wrote a one-shot from Tigers POV just for shits and giggles

• He didn't expect literally anyone to read it, maybe a couple notes

• Then around his lunch break the next day his phone won't. Stop. Dinging.

• Long story short, he ends up with an account with like. 1.1k followers

• Once he realizes he has a serious reader base, he takes his blog seriously

• He spends a weird amount of time perfectly curating his blogs aesthetic with mods and whatever extentions he can find

• Personally commissions other fans for his fanfic borders, proper gifs, etc. He has one fanfic actually illustrated for Kinktober and it stays at the top of the 'Biotic War' tags for months

• Speaking of Kinktober, literally will not make plans for October/late September because he knows he's gonna aim to post everyday

• Will stay up for days writing when he gets hyperfixated

• Hates posting short fics. If the number doesn't end with a .k he doesn't post it until it does

• Also has a bunch of Easter eggs from his favorite movies and such in his works as well

• Knows an insane amount of copywrite laws because he's had to deal with people illegally selling his works/uploading them on other platforms

• When he eventually gets a partner he initially lies and says he wanted to become a lawyer when he was a kid, thus why he knows so much

• That works for about 12 minutes before he finally breaks down and tells them the truth, then offers to show them his work because he's told literally no one in his personal life about it

• His partner eventually becomes his editor and co-author on certain works (mainly smut)

• Half the time when he's actively working on smut he's gotta stop midway to "test the accuracy" w/ said partner

• Writes OUTRAGEOUS smut that makes him unable to look in the mirror while he's writing it

• Deadass hides under his blankets in total darkness with tape over his computers camera because of the shame

• Has a collection of proofreaders/consultants because his first smut included cervix penetration and he got dragged by basically everyone on Tumblr for it

• Had a work get popular enough one time one of his friends sent it to him because they figured he'd get a kick out of it

• Which made him panic and stop writing for like a month to lay low

• Has a completely different Spotify account for writing because his mom uses his "normal" account even though he has a family plan (side note: they make little playlists for each other :))

• Has like 50 different playlists dedicated to his fics that's available for his readers to listen to

• The artists all range from Deftones to dodie depending on the work

• His top artist is Ayesha Erotica with 2000+ minutes spent on 'Yummy'

• (Also has an impossible amount of hours logged on said Spotify account)

• Has a whole panic attack when he leaves his phone in the 60s because he had a whole new chapter ready to publish in his 20 part hurt/no comfort/slowburn fic that was over 10.k words in his notes app

• Wolf finds his Ao3 account one time and becomes... concerningly obsessed with Futturmans work without realizing Futturman is the author

• It gets to the point Wolf will legit go on 30+ minute rants about the stories while Futturman is just hyperventilating in the corner because he doesn't know how long he can keep up the facade

• It gets worse when Wolf makes an account and starts actually commenting on the works

• However he ends up getting impressive tips from the rants and ends up incorporating his suggestions into his works

• Wolf never stops bragging about this

• His most popular work/series follows a female oc that originally started as a one-shot request for a oc x Wolf fic (which Wolf hates because he says it's OoC. Futturman does not agree nor care.) But ended up getting popular enough there's well over 20 parts

• At some point he, Wolf and Tiger get into a massive argument because he finds a bound copy of all of his works amongst their supplies and no one will confess who's it is and keep blaming each other

• (It's Tigers)

• When he gets to his final timeline he manages to get his all of his drafts back through Susan (who had a lot of questions, and was given no answers) and just publishes his work as an original series since Biotic Wars no longer exists

• "Orginial series" gets insanely popular and now he has like five burner accounts so he can read fanfiction of his own fanfiction

• Writes fanfiction for his own series purposely to fuck with the fanbase

• Usually will make it ooc but well written, but once in awhile comes up with a "headcanon" that will come true in his next book so he can watch the readers implode

• And last but not least

• He casts his other self in the final timeline as the male lead in the eventual movie adaptation. Because of course he would

(Bonus: in the OG timeline when Futturman ends up disappearing, his biggest series ends up never being finished, nor his blog updated. Leading to a weirdly thorough four hour video docuseries made by Wendigoon about the rise and disappearance of the mysterious author and how the 'Biotic Wars' fandom eventually finished the fic themselves and created their own spinoffs, leading the work to get more popular than 'Biotic Wars' ever was and like five different people falsely claiming they wrote it, only to be disproven within an insanely short amount of time. Yeah, kinda a full on My Immortal.)

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Don't ask me what this was, I think I got possessed. Anyways, bon achoo sweet.

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mgsr-sing-to-me · 3 months ago

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Sing to Me Reboot Announcement

(Cross-posted from Discord and Telegram)

Hey so — What's the current status on Sing to Me? When will the fanfiction continue?

Well… soon.

2024 was a pretty shitty year for me to be honest; after I finished the revision of Chapter 4 sometime around November 2023 and posted it on AO3, I kept getting more and more frustrated with the fic progress I made. The revisions were made because I wrote the first 6 1/2 Chapters of the fanfiction between late December 2022 and the beginning of February 2023 under an extreme amount of sleep deprivation but a lot of insomnia fuelled creativity and while that made me work super fast, it created a bunch of issues for the fanfiction. Then I wanted to get the last 2 Chapters revised in early 2024 — only for quite personal things to go bad. To keep it short without too many details; I had 2 deaths in my immediate family just 5 days apart from each other in January last year and it fucked with my mental health quite badly. The added chronic pain issues I have on top of that made me go through a lot of shit and the insomnia got only worse as a result. I've now finally medicated properly so sleep is no issue for me any longer, but that took nearly all of the last year to figure out.

Now you can imagine, while my creativity was on an all-time high — on so little amount of sleep, and all the other issues, it was difficult for me to write anything that is something worth posting. Other than lots of note-taking and a lot of work on my Obsidian vault for the fanfic project, I was unable to do anything for the story aside from that.

The good news though is that I got back into writing in general by now; I wrote some short scenes already for Sing to Me and its surrounding 'multiverse' as I call it. I have ADHD, so sometimes it works better for me to write stuff completely out of order and then stitch things together later to make a proper fic chapter out of those loose scenes.

Anyway: After lots of contemplation, I have decided that Sing to Me will get a complete reboot.

For a fanfiction that will span probably over 100 Chapters, throwing the first 6 Chapters that are already on AO3 into the bin isn't that much of a big deal, but I am not completely abandoning them either. There are some things that I actually love about those early Chapters, and I will definitely reuse stuff from Chapters 1-4 that have already been revised, and the Prague Chapters 5 and 6 will also be part of the reboot, but they might be pushed further back within the first arc of the fanfiction.

That being said, I decided that each of the arcs of the story (there is a total of 7 arcs, but they are labelled 0, 1, 2, 3, 3.5, 4 and 5) will be posted as a separate fanfiction on AO3, but will be part of the same series. That means you won't be missing anything if you stay subscribed to the series instead of just Sing to Me itself.

The titles are as follows:

Sing to Me ARC 0: I Come with Knives

Sing to Me ARC 1: Dissociate

Sing to Me ARC 2: Parasite Eve

Sing to Me ARC 3: Dark Matter

Sing to Me ARC 3.5: The War in Heaven

Sing to Me ARC 4: Origem

Sing to Me ARC 5: deNiAL//wE FouND LoVe

(Yes, the strikethrough of ARC 5 has a reason and no, I won't elaborate on that.)

Sing to Me ARC 1: Dissociate is the current fanfiction posted on AO3. I will not delete it — when the time is ready and I will update the fanfiction, the title will change, and the Chapters will be posted when I wrote them. However, I will not stress myself about writing either and do things as my muse allows it as well as my health. There is also still some planning to do and I want to be smarter about writing than last time and have everything set out before I publish anything. How long that takes… depends really on life.

However, this doesn't mean that there will be complete radio silence from me. The nature of Sing to Me's 'multiverse' (or rather, the ideas and characterisations of Sam and Raiden) have already created smaller, shorter stories in my WIP folders and I will be posting smaller things from time to time. I already have a folder named 'the eroticism of the machine' for erotica focused on Raiden and Sam.

Regarding the project however, I am thinking of sharing things that will perhaps not make it into the final fanfic project, because I think of my story as a video game rather than a novel (series), so I am aware that there are some ideas that will be cut. In that case, I might drop them here and there as snippets or separate, short fics, who knows.

Lastly, The first 5 arcs of Sing to Me have teasers that I want to share with you all. They will tell you a little bit what this story will be about, but not enough to reveal too much.

So… Enjoy the teasers and feel free to leave me something in my ask box (here or on my main @hatredmadeofgold) about your thoughts! I am willing to answer questions about anything about my writing, Sing to Me and Samuraiden!

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