#this fic is making me go crazy aaaa

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Regulus " i would kill for you " Black and James "i would die for you " Potter

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Hey guys!! this is just my insane ramble on Still Waters Run Deep that's made by the lovely @un-local. I've had so so sooooo many thoughts about this fic and I decided to try and put it all coherently in a post :)

Probably not a lot of new insights, just many, many rambles

Magdalene analysis and her view on Rogier + some other stuff

Magdalene, at the start of the story, is aimless and refuses to follow any line of Grace, putting off whatever it leads to and going in the opposite direction. Yet Grace is fickle, and it all eventually converges, so she gives in. (aaaand a life-changing partnership ensues)

She wants out of the competition of becoming Elden Lord, and she wants nothing to do with it. Someone else to take lordship is what she wants. Magdalene, in her eyes, is not worthy to take the throne. But Rogier on the other hand…

Rogier is, quite literally, built different. He thinks differently compared to Magdalene (a STR vs INT user difference lol). He’s able to pick out all the details that she would miss. Be able to extrapolate and examine it all and be able to learn from it. Magdalene can't do that.

It's basically:

Rogier: says some fun facts about the most random thing in the room, saying all the history behind it, and what the tiny details could mean Magdalene: yeah, that's a rock.

So instead, she becomes a tool for Rogier to be able to use, because that's the least she can do for him.

“She can already feel the faint grin forming on her lips at the thought. She never wanted to be Elden Lord. She’d finally picked up and followed grace to... to get away, with no idea what it called her to do. When Melina told her where it led her, she felt only dread. But Rogier... To save Those Who Live in Death... Two birds, one stone. She meets his eyes, and doesn’t look away. In them, she doesn’t see pride, or avarice. She doesn't see a man who wants to rule the world. Not at all. The path forward is clear now.” -Chapter 22

For once, she really sees a light from the dark future she sees. She's hopeful that she won't have to take the throne, that Rogier can burden it instead of her. He's worthy in her eyes and because of that, she devotes herself to him with all she can do. (Ah but… I believe Rogier wants her to be Elden Lord? Not sure but her not wanting to be Elden Lord doesn’t quite fit with what he has planned)

Magdalene really holds onto Rogier, and his guidance (a comfort wizard, if you will). And so the idea that he won’t make it… that she’ll be left alone with Grace again, forced to join back into the competition for lordship... It's sickening to her. So she really clings to him, desperate to not be left alone with a destiny that she despises.

Magdalene is always pulled into different directions. Grace pulls her to one but she pulls herself to the opposite one. Fia and D are both on extreme sides of the spectrum on Rogier's survival, and Magdalene is caught right in the middle of it.

But for her, Rogier will survive, he has to survive otherwise... that light, that small hope she has will all fade into obscurity.

Ghosts from the past (Lorens and Ida)

I absolutely love how something, or rather, someone haunts both of them.

Lorens had been the catalyst of all of what Rogier does now. Why he’s so desperate to save those who live in death. He's literally devoted his body and mind to Lorens just to see him alive (maybe Rogier's devoting all of himself to finding a solution to death because he wants it to come back to the old times when it was just him and Lorens in the Rise, or maybe not!! I'm just rambling lol).

Every thought of Lorens is painted with a sort of bittersweetness to it. From Rogier's perspective, at the very least (I'm super curious as to how Lorens would view Rogier but we'll probably never get it because... you know...). He's almost obsessed with him, and it's all pretty unhealthy lol.

Magdalene, who’s haunted by Ida who's probably a sort of lover that hadn't been fully brought to fruition. Different opinions on what they have had made Magdalene leave with (from what I have seen at least, we have scrapes of her, people! I can't wait to see more of Ida though)

Now with Ida... Magdalene absolutely shakes herself out of every thought she has about Ida. Spurning every single thought or imagination she has of that woman.

"Nausea comes in waves. Fever. She can feel delirium taking her—she’s convinced she’s submerged in the very waters of creation, for a while. She vividly feels herself sinking deeper and deeper into a current; cold and dark and inescapable. As it pulls her down, she’s overcome with the instinct to breathe it in— Against her temple she feels a hand, with gentle fingers dragging softly through her hair. Suddenly, every layer of the dream collapses in on itself, and she jolts awake with a gasp.  Here, in Liurnia, she hauls herself up, rubbing at her face. Even the memory is a shock of cold water to her. She’s a woman haunted." -Chapter 23

(I just really love this part- I can't help it)

I think it's also really interesting how Magdalene leaves Ida due to their differences in what they have (?) while Rogier just absolutely hangs onto Lorens no matter what, despite him being... er... him. Not so sure about his personality with the small flashbacks we get of him but he’s probably not good for Rogier.

In short, Rogier venerates Lorens, while Magdalene absolutely rejects Ida. (Opposites!)

Rogier’s overthinking

Also found it interesting that when Rogier thinks he really thinks. He's a professional overthinker, even in the past

"He thinks of the labyrinthian etiquette, the way he’d triple-check every sentence for a double meaning. The secrets, the ruthless political schemes. It all felt like a spider’s web to him. He’d learned the game, and he played it well, but it had been nothing but paranoia and misery for him. Just like it was for everyone else." -Chapter 17

It's what's kept him alive (Ch. 17), and what's been able to pave the way for his findings Yet, it’s also his curse. He tries to pick out every detail that he can and think of every possible reason or motivation. Every single outcome he just needs to know so that he won't get caught by surprise again. He needs to be in control of the situation, he needs to be the master of the chessboard.

Oh and once this guy spirals, he really spirals. He starts thinking and looking at details, rewinding every single thing, every interaction, and trying to label a reason for every little thing. Yet... something emotional seems to break the surface of the water.

I personally think that he was raised to overthink. He was a noble after all, and he dealt with politics. He truly needed to check, double check, triple check, every single sentence and word in case it would have a double meaning. "He’d learned the game, and he played it well" (Ch. 17) . Getting worse after Lorens' death, being fooled by "Only a cut." (Ch. 25) and seeing the aftermath of it.

He can't not do it because if he doesn't, and he gets surprised it would break him (or at the very least, freak him out).

ALSO!! Rogier hating on "saccharine conversations" (Ch. 17) good lord. This guy cannot be real with anyone. Rogier refuses to show vulnerability because:

1. He was raised like that (the whole attachment theory thing) 2. He will absolutely break if he does

Do you guys remember when Fia tells Magdalene that "dear Rogier began to weep as he spoke" (Ch.14)? Fia saw through Rogier's walls through the cracks and he just absolutely breaks down. (Get yourself a man who, after "embracing" tells you all about this thing he's obsessed about and then cries because of it)

It's a mortifying ordeal, that someone's able to see through the walls you've meticulously put up. It hits something deep within that he’s tried to bury.

Despite the walls he puts up people other than Fia see through them. Magdalene (Ch.7) was able to see through the small cracks that have broken, and Roderika... hoo she really hit a nerve didn’t she? (But it also hit one of her nerves too, Rogier vs Roderika am I right?)

Chapter 17 analysis

Also, while we’re on the topic of Roderika, let's talk about chapter 17! Seems I have a lot to talk about.

I absolutely love this chapter so much, it gives us so much insight into Rogier's backstory and the way he thinks. His noble background really shines through here, with how he acts with Roderika who is a fellow ex-noble too.

"His grin is wide and carefree, but it rather feels like he's baring his teeth.  There’s no room for your pity here." -Chapter 17

This guy cannot accept any sign of sympathy/compassion with anyone. It's all pity to him, and he absolutely hates pity. Once Roderika starts to console him too it sickens him and it makes him bare his teeth like an animal, his baser instinct showing just a little bit.

He’s probably bore his teeth to other nobles in the court, or whatever meetings they have with one another. Small threats that get the message across by a vicious smile, is something he is all too familiar with.

I also think that it's a little bit funny how he gives advice to Roderika but then is also a little bit of a hypocrite about it

“It’s hard, to leave it behind. But the old world will keep its claws in you, if you let it.” -Chapter 17

Rogier while it's not his past life that he's stuck but rather, he is stuck on Lorens. Even though Rogier is no longer Lorens' student, even though Lorens is dead, he still has his claws on Rogier. It's his entire motivation, why he's in a "pathetic" state now. He isn't letting those claws go, he lets them dig deeper within him, and they dig in deep.

“You already have it within you," he says. "They were only trying to bury it.” -Chapter 17

Rogier immediately buries his own emotions in this interaction when Roderika tries to console him lol. Just based off of him being an ex-noble and his whole family thing, it's well established that he is very much used to burying it all down his gullet. I mean, is it really Rogier without emotional suppression?

Also Rogier tends to close off all the matters that relate to what he feels in his dialogue both in game and in SWRD. This guy cannot let out just a slight moment of vulnerability

A Color Theory Thing on my read on Rogier's garb:

Rogier, with his background being grounded in nobility has suppressed his baser desires in exchange for meaningless political schemes that have only brought him misery. Yet after coming to these lands, he finds himself with Lorens.

He wears a Raya Lucarian Robe and it has red on it. It's a sign of baser instincts being shown for once. He has grown an infatuation with Lorens despite being his student.

Yet, Rogier is still mostly blue, and he still suppresses that baser desire that he’s developed, that infatuation for Lorens. He never once builds up the courage to be able to tell Lorens what he feels. He would always bury those feelings down, and as a result he can't let go of it. It's far too deep to be buried back up.

But once Lorens has died, Rogier changes too.

He exchanges those garbs for yellow and turquoise (I think?). He's a mix of colors and beliefs.

He still has the blue in the turquoise, which symbolizes calm, intelligence, and emotional control (you can’t spell Rogier without emotional control) But turquoise isn't just blue, it also has green.

Green represents growth, life, and new beginnings. This is a new beginning for Rogier, who's set out for a new goal, to be able to save those who live in death (and perhaps give them life? Not so sure on that but in SWRD that seems to be the case with Lorens).

It's balanced by yellow. Creativity and originality, he's almost the only person we meet who wants to save TWLID. Not only that but yellow also symbolizes illness, which could be a foreshadowing of what happens to him later in his life.

It's not just sickness though, yellow also symbolizes deception. Rogier lies, but I necessarily think he's someone who is always deceptive. He's more like the type of guy who would lie so that an encounter would go well or not hurt someone else's feelings. I think he's like that from that whole ex-nobility thing he's got going on. Political schemes and lying through a smile is something that he's familiar with. (It also doesn't help that he keeps being emotionally suppressed too lol)

Cowardice is another. Rogier is scared to tell anyone about his emotions, to take that risk of being honest with someone. His background in nobility and his family definitely doesn't help either.

Rogier had been too scared to be true to Lorens and tell him his feelings, and because of that, he would never be able to. I feel like he's avoided it even more afterward. He refuses to take that jump of being honest with someone, whether it's about his emotions or his ideals, he doesn't let them go.

But when he does? With D, it completely breaks off everything they've had. Everything that they could have been.

"Beguiled fool. A rotten, sick bastard. Fouled by them. A wicked, two-faced user. Heartless. Loathsome parasite. How could he? Were they not supposed to set this crooked world straight? Profane. A perversion of honor. A madman." -Chapter 5

“Get out of my sight.” “I’m sorry.” He’d said, and he was. But Darian’s lips curled back, and he jerked his head away and locked his eyes on the horizon. His jaw twitched, in the moment he took to reply.  “Don’t talk to me.” There was nothing he could do to fix this. To undo his mistakes, to spare Darian his intentions." -Chapter 5

It's all gone because he had been honest about his goals (presumably). This experience probably strengthened that emotional suppression so as to not be hurt/caught by surprise.

So when Magdalene, someone who wholeheartedly accepts his ideals and sees his side for once, he's cautious. He can't believe that someone can genuinely agree with him because all the times that he has been honest, he's been punished for it. (though, he reminds himself that she's not like that)

In short, this guy's a mixed bag. A mixed bag with problems

(basing this off of the Elden Ring color theory video, it was an absolute joy to watch)

[EDIT]: idk what to call this section but he seems to seek out some form of approval. Lets see how that ties in with his grief!

"He still doesn’t understand why. What did he do, specifically? Or was he just past his usefulness? Deemed unfit to rule? He never truly wanted to rule as Lord, but to be cast aside so indifferently—it had shaken him.  Every now and then he fumbles with this, again and again, but he knows. He does. He knows that grace has forsaken him for good reason. He’s a heretic. An apostate. He who does not obediently bow before a faltering, decrepit Order, so ill-equipped to handle the world as it is. " -Chapter 5

"All these years. Couldn’t change a thing. Rather pathetic, I’d say—what a fool, thinking that this crooked world could be made right by mortal hands. Sure, deathblight. Truly, a fitting end for a worthless, rotten bastard." -Chapter 12

Now, speaking from some personal experience, being raised in a family that's of nobility and expects so much out of you from a young age definitely breeds some kind of self-worth issues that really stick with you. Especially if you haven't had anyone to truly support you.

Because of that, I believe that Rogier, in a way, is trying to prove his worth. But not to the Order, I think that he's in some way trying to please Lorens. Even in death.

He puts everything into his studies of Death, searching and scouring for scraps of information just to give him a single lead on anything, and for what?

"Its fulfillment will be a selfish act of altruism. These crooked lands will set right, by his hands, for a reward of nothing at all. But make no mistake: he needs another day. And another after that, and another after that. He needs his questions answered with questions, he needs his notes corrected in an unreadable hand, he needs to hear one more “Well—” followed by the most opaque, convoluted tangle of sentences ever constructed. There’s no reward he seeks, but the warm smile of cold gray eyes and a scoff about just what he’s wearing nowadays. " -Chapter 19

Rogier devotes himself to saving TWLID (saving Lorens, in reality), but it's not because it's all for selfless reasons, he seems to want things to go back to the way things used to be. Back at the Rise, with just him and Lorens once more.

I don't think Rogier ever accepted Lorens' death. He's determined to bring back Lorens, desperately trying to find a solution to bring him back no matter what.

And it’s quite hypocritical isnt it? That Rogier wants to change the Order to be able to sort of… revive Lorens from Death. To go back to the old times that they both had had.

This guy refuses to grieve and is searching (desperately) for a solution for a dead man who's probably not even good for him. Get this man some therapy

This entire post's summary is just me going:

Anyway, that's all for my crazy rambles! I can't wait to see how SWRD will progress, and how everyone will intermingle and grow with one another (Rogier and Mags)!!!! :0)

Have some doodles + a WIP that I'll probably never finish as a treat for reading this! (Mag's torso was wayyy too long on the second one oops)

(bonus boggart because I love him)

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Yasss, time has come for more Yuri fics, looking forward to a Yuri ult stan :>

Thing with Yuri is, you can never know what to expect next. One moment she's a fluffy puppy cuddling with you then the next she's got you in her grip edging you all day. Just a crazy switch brat. Though that's why I fell hard for her

Enjoy

IZ*ONE/Soloist Jo Yuri & Male Reader

Word count: 2882

Categories/warnings: smut, alcohol, implied violence & blood, very slight dubcon, blowjob, handjob, breast play, cowgirl, kiss-and-fuck, only a little bit rough, okay maybe a tiny bit more rough. 

a/n: got way too into the setup im so sorry ill put a marker down there for the actual smut. also big thank you to @iznsfw for the pic ive been looking for this forever. lastly not proofread nor beta’d bc i still haven’t reached out to anyone seriously for writing tips and stuff yet aaaa

Everyone said Yuri was a good person: all sweet-looking, nice to everyone, takes a joke just as well as the next girl. Wouldn't hurt a fly even if she wanted to. There was something about her though; you couldn't place exactly what, but you were convinced nobody was that naturally sweet. Something was up with her.

It's a good thing then that she wasn't anyone particularly important. Jo Yuri was just another person that you'd never needed to talk to in the six months since class began. It was easy enough to ignore her, and ignore her you did. 

"You've been cooped up for way too long. Come on, 8 pm. Round of drinks on me if you show. Leave right after if you want. I swear. Just enjoy yourself." Your friend loomed over the table, blocking the light from your copy of 1984. Putting your palm on the top of his head, you closed your grip around a handful of his hair and pulled his head to where your book was sufficiently illuminated. "I'll think about it," you mutter before looking back to the yellowing paper. "Ryujin will be there too." Your friend occupied the seat next to you, rubbing his head where you grabbed. "And her friends. Isa, Minjeong, that cutie from ours you hate so fucking much," he says with a smirk, as if it was the checkmate that would make you drop everything and go. "Didn't take her to be into that type of thing," you say without looking up, "Ryujin, sure, but – what's her name? Yuri? – Feels like she just couldn't say no." He shrugs. "Maybe. What matters in the end is she'll be there, she's single, and she's got a hell of a rack." "Fucking perv. Anyway, I'll think about it." He smirks at you again. "Not because of Yuri, god dammit."

~~~

You shut your laptop and stretch. You rub your eyes for a good minute before wiping away the fatigue to find your clock striking 7. You stare at it, as if intimidating it to go faster and faster to past 8 pm so you wouldn't have to go. Defeatedly, and with regret already seeping into your mind, you get up from your chair and grab a towel. 

~~~

“Hey, long time no fucking see!” Ryujin swings her arm around your shoulders and spills half her drink onto the floor. “Hey, Ryu. Glad to see you're already half-shitfaced this early into the night.” “Fuck you. By the way, meet Isa,” she says as she drags you towards one of the booths. “We've met. Hi, Isa.” She waves and downs a shot of gin. “Who convinced you to come all the way out here?” Isa slams the shot glass onto the wooden table, nearly cracking it and probably denting the wood. “Ah, also shitfaced. I was just free, that's all. Nice to see you again.” She waves again before burying her face in her hands. You drop Ryujin onto an open space in the seats before heading for the bar.

“There he is! Fuck you, man. Stay a little!” Your friend turns around and yells, “Round of drinks on me!” The bar roars with cheers as you take a seat on one of the stools. “Glad you could make it, dude! It’s been forever! Hey, enjoy yourself. See any chicks you like? Maybe enjoy someone else too?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you obnoxiously. Thinking he’d be distracted within the next five seconds, you mutter to the bartender an order of a bottle of beer. Just then, you watch as your friend is approached by another guy, talked to a little, and then dragged off in a semi-drunk daze away to some other group. 

“Three margaritas, please.” You turn around to the stool on the other side of you. “Oh, you’re in my class, right? I don’t think I’ve introduced myself. I’m Yuri,” she says with the cutest smile you’ve ever seen. The bartender places her three drinks on the counter and pops the cap off your own before setting it in front of you as well. “Right, I like your top,” gesturing to a little chain by the neckline. “Do you need help carrying those, by any chance? Or are all three of them for you?” She chuckles shyly. “Would you mind giving me a hand bringing these over to the booth with Isa and Ryujin over there?” 

~~~

Your phone reads 11:00 pm. Ryujin’s face is practically glued to the table, and Isa continues mumbling into her palms about her teddy bears wondering why she hasn’t come home yet. Your friend is sitting next to and has his arm around Ryujin, and you can guess where his free hand is. Knowing you’ve drunk a few yourself, you get up and walk cautiously yet in no straight line towards the toilets. After doing your business, you wash your hands and leave. On the way out of the bathroom, you set your mind to wake up Ryujin and offer to see her and Isa home. 

As you make your way back to the booth, you find a pair of guys huddled by a corner. You see between them a familiar figure. In your daze you fight to recall why it’s something you can recall, and then it hits you. The glint of the chain on her neckline catches your eye and you walk over to them, for the second time regret seeping into your mind before anything even happens. You’re way too drunk, you think to yourself. Whatever happens next is a bad idea, but you steel your resolve that it has to happen.

“Oh, Oppa!” She turns both guys’ attention to you, and they start throwing you dirty looks. “Hey, come on. Everyone’s drunk, we’d better go.” You make for her wrist, but one of the guys pushes you back. You notice the other guy has his hand on her shoulder, keeping her against the wall. “Why don’t you look after your friends, and we’ll look after her?” “Don’t make me do this,” you quip as you take a step forward again. After hearing them chuckle, the alcohol takes over you, your vision flashes, and finally fades to red. The last thing you remember is swinging high and kicking low.

~~~

You slowly come to, raising your head from the headrest. A stinging pain and a cold touch on the corner of your mouth greet you as your vision stabilizes from quadruple, to triple, and to double, before settling your focus on a bottle of antiseptic solution on the coffee table in front of you. Immediately, you shut your eyes as tight as they can go, deciding wherever you are is too bright, and deciding that the pain on your temple and across your forehead has something to do with how hard you’re shutting your eyes. 

“You didn’t have to do that. I was just about to leave.” You hear pieces of ice clink against each other as the cold touch moves to your forehead. “Hi, Yuri. They didn't do much worse to you did they?” “No,” she says in a relieved tone, “you saved me. It was a lot to take in honestly, but they’re worse off than you are. Thank you.” The cold spot again moves to the corner of your mouth. 

You struggle your eyes open and find her right up in your face, inspecting what you think is a wound by your eyebrow. She notices you staring at her and she backs off quickly. “Sorry… That one looked pretty bad.” “Thanks for looking after me. Where are we?” You try to sit up, only to be forced back down by a number of painful spots all over your back and torso. “You fought them, they fought back,” she pushes you down firmly onto the sofa and brings the ice bag back onto your face, “you won. We got back to the booth, and you made me call a taxi. You carried Isa-unnie and Ryujin into the taxi,” she hands you a glass of water, which you begin sipping, “and I got the other oppa. We dropped off Isa-unnie, then your friend. You wouldn’t tell me where to drop you off,” she takes the empty glass, “so I had no choice but to bring you here. Ryujin is upstairs in her room.” 

You sit up more comfortably. “Thanks, Yuri. I owe you one.” You check the time, and find it’s 2:00 am. “Sorry for intruding so late. I should go–” “You’re…” she interrupts. “You're in no condition to go home alone. Spend the night. Please?” She looks at you with a pair of puppy dog eyes and flashes a heart with her hands to you. “I… Thank you.” You lay back onto the sofa, the fatigue you didn’t know you had overwhelming you into oblivion.

~~~

(smut starts here)

You open your eyes slowly, taking advantage of the darkness.The first thing you notice are the closed pink curtains, and next is the fluffy scent of baby powder and fresh shampoo. You continue trying to get your bearings, and an immense wave of pleasure shoots up your spine. You look down and see Yuri licking your dick up and down, savoring each stroke of her tongue and letting her spit cover every inch. 

You place a hand on her nape, and she looks up at you. “Oh, good morning. Am I doing this right, Oppa?” She takes another long drag of her tongue from the base to your tip, causing you to moan lightly. “I’w thake that ash a yesh,” she mumbles as she places the head of your cock onto her tongue. “Yuri, what are you…” She takes half your length into her mouth and hollows out her cheeks to suck you off. She releases your dick with a pop, “I feel like I haven’t thanked you enough for last night. Call it even?” She smiles as innocently as can be, and then takes your cock into her mouth again. “Please tell me if you feel uncomfortable, I’ll stop if you want…” “Keep going, baby.” She blushes at the sudden use of her pet name, but returns to her work of thanking you much more profusely than you ever imagined. 

As she continues sucking you off, you snake your hand towards her nightgown and onto her left breast. You ease back into the bed and fondle her through the smooth fabric, earning her own little moans vibrating through her throat and onto your shaft. She lets go of your cock once again, and pulls the straps of her gown off her shoulders. She pulls the smooth dress down, exposing a cute and perky pair of breasts. “Please ogle me a lot, Oppa…” She grabs your shaft again with one hand and makes long and slow strokes up and down your entire length. With her other hand, she takes yours and places it onto her left breast. “Just enjoy… Just enjoy me.” 

“Jack me off faster, baby,” you command her, and she moans slightly at the name again. She goes faster and her grip grows just a bit tighter. She maintains eye contact with you as best as she can despite you pinching her hardening pink nipples, drawing her to close her eyes and let her head lull back. You motion for her to use her mouth again and she obeys immediately, bending over to your dick and granting you easier reach to fondle her other breast. You pay special attention to how she likes her nipples played with, tracing circles along her areolas before taking her nubs between your index finger and thumb to squeeze and tug. In return, she grows a bit more careless with her blowjob, letting her mouth leak more and more saliva, as well as taking in more and more of your length before finally hitting the back of her throat. You accidentally tug on her boobs a bit harder, causing her to moan onto the tip of your dick. You start feeling guilty when she starts sliding your cock out of her mouth, but as you get ready to apologize she lifts up the bottom hem of her nightgown, showing you her clean shaven pussy. She gathers her whole gown into one bunch by her waist before pulling it over her head to leave herself completely naked for you. 

“Please tell me you like me, Oppa…” She pleads slowly and carefully, while bringing your hands to her chest once again. You relish on the warmth and softness of her breasts that you only realize she’s already straddled you and has started stroking your cock again. “Tell me… I want to hear you say it, please.” “You’re so,” she gives you one rapid stroke, “fucking,” she moans as you fondle her more roughly, “hot,” she forces herself to look straight into your eyes again, “Jo Yuri.” She speeds up her handjob, finding it harder and harder to maintain her eye contact in favor of shutting her eyes and letting the pleasure overtake her. “I’m close.” She strokes you rapidly, noticing how your legs are starting to shake, her gaze growing more intense, her squeezing you tighter, your moans getting louder, your grip on her boobs getting rougher and rougher and rougher, until–

She lets go just as you’re about to cum, “Oppa… did you cum?” “Not yet, baby, why’d you stop?” You groan disappointedly at her. “I’m sorry… It’s just… you have to enjoy me more.” She brings her soaked pussy above your cock and rubs the tip all over her lower lips, smearing your precum and her slick together on her hot cunt. You groan again, and she gets the message. Bit by bit, she sinks herself down onto your dick, relishing in the sensation of a huge and girthy cock filling her up. You accidentally squeeze her soft tits too hard again, and with an apologetic harsh tug on both her nipples downward, she abruptly slams herself down onto your waist, taking in your cock to the hilt. You feel every inch of your dick being squeezed by her pussy and soaked with her love juices, and at the end of it you feel your tip prod against what must be her cervix. 

“Never got my toy this deep into me before. Do you like it, Oppa? Does my slutty little fuckhole make you feel good?” She grins evilly at you as she leans forward for a kiss. You barely process her amazingly naughty words before she starts riding you, lifting herself up until only your tip remains in her, before slamming herself down again, taking your entire length into herself. You relish how her cunt clenches around you so lovingly, how tight she is that there’s no way this doesn’t hurt her, how loud she moans while you feel your cock quickly entering and exiting her pussy. 

She plants her elbows on either side of your head and cradles your face right in front of her bouncing chest. You take her right nipple into your mouth and she moans all the more loudly, rides you all the more violently. Your right hand grabs her left breast, fondling it the way that drives her crazy, and your last free hand gripping her ass as a hold to guide her up and down your cock. “Yuri,” you mumble with her nipple between your teeth, “I’m close again…” She rides you harder and you find it more difficult holding it in. You pray she lets you cum this time, calling upon a God you once knew, but also you pray that she lets you pull out first. Or not. As long as you cum. 

You begin sucking more harshly, and she responds by riding you faster; she grinds on your dick and drags your cock over every inch of her warm, wet walls. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, aching for her own release as well. Your grip on her ass tightens too, so much so that her cheeks spill out between your fingers as you pull her closer and pump into her as deep as you humanly can. 

You must’ve hit every last one of her good spots. A scream tears through her throat as she lifts herself off of you. Her cum sprays all over your waist, your cock, her bedsheets, and she even has the indecency to rub her clit all throughout, causing more and more of her cum to spray everywhere. You watch her through her climax, admiring the way her thighs jiggle with every jerk of her hips, the way her nipples stand erect on top of her bouncing boobs, the way her face contorts with an ungodly amount of pleasure she’s never experienced in her life. She falls forward, pressing her still-leaking cunt on your dick, and her breasts onto your chest as she heaves deep breaths through what should be a now-bruised throat. In a raspy yet sweet voice, she asks, “Was it good, Oppa? Did you like the feeling of pounding your horny pleasure girl’s tight little cunt?” She snuggles into your neck and plants little kisses along your jawline. “I haven’t cum yet, baby…” you admit quietly and out of breath. “Oh? That’s fine, Oppa. It just means you can enjoy me more.”

a/n: whoa that was way longer than I ever thought I could write at this point. all of that just this afternoon and only in response to the ask lol. this wasnt in my WIPs tbh and it was just a random BFH that accidentally took me... five hours to write? again im glad how it turned out thanks for reading all this youre awesome

[honey-on-your-tongue]

hey! love your works so much 😍

can you write ab navi reader wearing short skirts and that made jake jealous cause everyone’s looking at you so he’s being a little mean to her hihi 🥵

idk if that’s even logical but it’s blue alien smut it’s not that serious right 🫢

AAAA I'm so glad you like my work baby!! 💕💕💕

🤭🤭🤭 when it comes to big blue Daddy, there's nothing I won't implement into the fic 💚💚💚

Jake's eyes are on you, watching your every move, studying your bare thighs. It's driving him insane, the way your tiny, tiny loincloth flows around you, the way he can see others staring at you.

His anger spikes, the rage clawing at the inside of his throat as it attempts to snarl everyone away from you.

He likes when you dress like that for him. But he must emphasize the him portion of that. Now that you're wearing it and everyone can see you, it doesn't thrill him as much.

And you—you don't even seem to notice. You just walk around, smiling at everyone, being kind and sweet as usual. You don't realize the looks they give you, the way they watch you, and it makes him fucking angry.

He watches as you help a little girl fill a basket with fruits, and, as you do, you bend over, and Jake can see everything. Your sweet ass, your pretty pussy, and it makes his cock jerk under his loincloth. And he's had enough.

He stalks towards you and grabs you by the arm, to which you turn to face him and then offer him a small smile. You don't even get to greet him before he's dragging you away without telling you anything.

“Jake!” you laugh softly, his grip on your arm tight. “What's going on?”

When he doesn't reply, you know something's up. He drags you all the way to your shared tent and just about pushes you inside. He storms in after you, and the scent of his anger suddenly invades your nostrils.

“Jake?” you question, heart beginning to race at the look in his eyes, dark and predatory.

“You're a slut,” he accuses, voice sharp and mean. “Walkin' 'round in that fucking thing, letting everyone look.” He scoffs. “Might as well let 'em all fuck you, too.”

Your eyes widen, ears folding back. You're somewhat offended by the accusation, but the scent of his rage, of his possessiveness is making your pussy grow wet. “Maybe I will,” you throw back, studying his reaction.

Jake's eyes narrow. He scoffs, laughing, and says, “So on top of the fact that you're a whore, you're being a brat about it?”

You shrug, watching him, and Jake groans.

“That's it, come here,” he demands as he takes a seat on the edge of the cot and pats his thigh.

Your eyes are on his as you obediently walk to him. He pulls you onto his lap, his large hands caressing over the skin of your ass and holding onto your hips.

“You're mine, hm?” he says, those amber eyes focused on yours. “Mine. You have any fucking idea how crazy it makes me when others look at you? Do you understand how bad I need to remind them all that you're mine?”

You smile softly. “I am yours.”

“Yeah, but with how you behave, you might as well belong to everyone,” he says.

“But I don't. I'm yours. Only yours, Jake,” you tell him.

“Well we've gotta show 'em that, huh?”

You grin softly. “You're going to fuck me in front of everyone?”

“If I have to,” Jake replies, kissing your neck, his mouth warm and wet. “If you want me to.”

You giggle softly. “Let everyone see me all naked while you fuck me?”

Jake chuckles against your skin. “On second thought, I will definitely not be fucking you in front of anyone else. That sight is reserved for me and me only, girl.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, your hands playing with the hair at the back of his head, fingers tracing over his braid.

Jake smirks as he kisses his way down your neck, to your collarbone.

“Tsaheylu,” you beg quietly, reaching for your queue. “Jake, please.”

He reaches for his own braid, holding it out to you, his eyes watching the look of excitement on your face. As the tendrils connect, you shudder, gasping quietly. You can feel Jake's anger, his jealousy, and there's something about the way he venerates you, about how he just refuses to let anyone so much as glimpse at you, that makes butterflies burst in your stomach.

Jake kisses your mouth softly, gently, his hands crawling to your thighs and then moving up. He slides his hands under your loincloth and tugs the flimsy item off, leaving you bare. He caresses a thumb over your clit, relishing in the pleasure that reaches him through the bond, his cock throbbing as you moan softly.

“This what you wanted?” he asks. “Hm? For me to touch you and remind you who you belong to?”

“Didn't do it on purpose,” you murmur, trying to hold his intense gaze, but you're flustered, and it shows in the way you keep diverting your eyes from his.

Jake smiles softly. It's something about the way you don't realize, about the way you can be so naive and innocent, that just makes him all soft and careful on the inside. And that usually turns into a scorching passion that will burn for hours.

“I know, love,” he says, licking over your lips. “I still gotta remind you that you're mine, don't I?”

You nod. “Yes, please,” you reply, breathless.

He grins as he pushes his loincloth aside, his cock springing free, and you eagerly lift your hips a little, eyes trained on his thick, long erection.

Jake runs the thick head over your folds, your slick smearing on him, before he pushes into you. You gasp, moaning at the feeling of fullness.

Jake doesn't even give you time to adjust. One moment, he's groaning as he fills you, and the next, he's fucking into you, rutting his hips up as his hands pull you up and down.

You gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders for support, squeals of delight and cries of pleasure escaping your lips.

Jake watches your breasts bounce. They peek through your beaded top, your pretty nipples hard, and he lowers his head to suck at one of them.

You mewl at the sensation, pleasure shooting through your body, making you weak all over. Jake's cock bruises your cervix, his girth stretches your gummy walls almost past their limit, and he drags against that spongy spot inside you that makes you whimper.

“Jake,” you mewl, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck! 's so good!”

“Yeah, I know,” Jake replies, chuckling, his own ecstasy swirling in his body. “It's real fuckin' amazing, huh?”

“Mhmm,” you say, nodding, as he ruts into you. You can feel the pleasure within you, a burning sensation that consumes your body, your mind. And you can feel Jake's pleasure through tsaheylu, which only adds to your ecstasy. It makes your body shake, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“My gorgeous girl,” Jake says, kissing your jaw. “My girl. Not anyone else's but mine.”

“Yours,” you agree. “All yours.”

Your pussy clenches tight, making Jake grunt. “Goddamn. That's my girl.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders and you throw your head back, the pleasure increasing dramatically, without warning, making you cry out.

“Jake!” you mewl. “Jake!” Your hips writhe against Jake's, your skin clammy and sticky, the feeling of Jake's pleasure making you dizzy.

“Shh,” Jake coos. “Easy, girl. Easy.”

You shake your head. “I-I can't! Feels too good!” you whine.

Jake licks up your throat, making you shiver. “I know, baby. I know. You're close, hm? It's okay, I know you can take it a while longer, yeah?”

You bite your lip. “Mkay,” you agree, trying to ignore the pleasure, trying to push it away. But it's so difficult. Jake is just so big, his cock touches all the right spots. He bruises your cervix, kisses your g-spot, and his hipbone drags against your clit. The combination is driving you insane. All that, added up with his scent, his fierce look, his possessive hands that roam all over your body—

Fuck.

Jake studies your face, the way you pinch your eyebrows in concentration, the way little sounds leave your lips involuntarily. Everything about you makes his cock twitch inside of you, his load threatening to spill deep into your cunt.

“You're such a good girl, baby,” he says, smirking, as he kisses your shoulder. “Such a good girl. I think you deserve my cum in you, hm? Think I should fill you up so everyone can smell me in you.” He grazes his sharp teeth over your collarbone. “And maybe I'll give you a baby too. Maybe I'll fill you with my child, make it real clear to everyone that you're mine.”

At this, you whimper, gasping, your pussy growing tight around his cock. “Yes! Please! Fill me up! Please, Jake! Want your baby!”

He chuckles. “Yeah, you do, huh?” He can feel your orgasm nearing, the pleasure within you threatening to burst. “Go ahead, girl. Come all over my cock and then I'll fill ya up, hm?”

You mewl, toes curling, entire body writhing with ecstasy. “Yes!” you gasp, your mind overcome by the idea of being full of Jake's cum. “Yes! Yes! Fuck!” The pleasure coils tightly in your womb, making your body grow taut before your orgasm explodes within you, making you cry out. Your slick gushes out of you, dripping onto Jake's lap, and he shudders as he feels your release through tsaheylu.

“Goddamn,” Jake groans as he comes himself, his load spilling into you. His seed is thick and warm, sticky as it fills your raw pussy, making you mewl softly. “Fuck.”

You're breathing heavily, stars dancing behind your eyelids, and Jake chuckles as he kisses the tip of your nose. He places a hand on top of your womb and says, “Let's hope I give you a baby, hm? That way, everyone will know you're mine.”

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[soobnny]

SUE’S ENHYPEN FIC RECS

this obviously isn’t complete but these struck out to me a lot while i was making this list! i’ll update this or maybe make another one with additional fic recs when i find the time :)

☆ heeseung

familiar stranger — @bambisgirl

i rly liked the plot for this one. i found it funny the whole wanting him to take a picture of U, not like .. taking a pic together :( i just think that’s a rly charming point of the fic n i enjoyed following the scenario n just seeing how the both of them r reacting to the situation

we’re dating! (not really) — @jayflrt

one of my fav tropes ever. and one of my fav fics on here too! it’s just written so adorably and idk i love this so much. do u see like to the point i’m actually SPEECHLESS. just read this for a fun time n if u want to be smiling from ear to ear the whooooole time 🤭

☆ sunghoon

for the first time — @yaehao

perhaps my most favorite sunghoon fic (maybe even favorite fic in general) on tumblr. u do not understand how this story made me feel + i think it’s one of the reasons i got into writing for enhypen in the first place. it honestly expanded my passion for writing becos i wanted to be as good as op one day

12:08 pm | sticky notes — @luv4jun

this one’s a short read but it did stick out to me while i was reading it. honestly felt so realistic? everything felt vivid and real to me like it’s so sweet and it’s such a perfect read to remember before going to sleep

man of the hour — @sung5oon

i am a big actor!sunghoon enthusiast so this fed me WELL. fueled my silly little brain and i just … i love this. i love the trope and the au it’s playing in like !! i wish there was more actor!enha writings :”) i love it! definitely should read this one!

☆ jay

crushes & crashes — @restlessmaknae

this was such a good read. i remember just having the time of my life when i was reading this and just having a smile on my face the whole time :)

falling for you, i can’t keep you away — @ddeonuism

i just love hogwarts and harry potter au cos it’s the first book series i’ve ever read so anything in this alternate universe will make me scream. even more when it’s friends to lovers.

☆ jake

to all my firsts with you — @jayflrt

the silly thing is i have not read this fic yet but i KNOW it’s good. my friend recommended it to me and i enjoyed another fic written by op n love the way everything is written so i know this one’s golden too!

☆ sunoo

i’m gonna be real. i do not see much written for sunoo >:( let me know if u have a good fic rec aaaa i’d love to read more for him truly.

☆ jungwon

6:43 am — @iovnyu

this one fueled my daydreaming. u don’t understand how short and sweet this was like i could read it over and over again esp when i need a smile! will never fail to make u giggle

unrequited — @enhas-bestie

i honestly love how real this one felt. it’s the type that leaves your heart feeling heavy which is always a good feature when you’re reading angst!

lost cause — @yeongwonie

one of my most favorite jungwon fics of all time. it was written so beautifully and the flow is so easy to follow. just everything about this fic screams beauty and the plot is honestly just .. it’s so fun to read n just aaaaa. i can’t even express how much i love this fic

closer — @palajae

i read this one slowly becos i wanted to cherish every single moment and scene in the fic. this was one of the cutest things ive ever read like actual tooth-aching fluff. i remember just going back to this a lot and rereading it becos it gave me a new feeling every time i read it again.

blue birthday — @amakumos

drum roll please to my favorite jungwon fic on this app. i will never shut up about blue birthday and i will never stop coming back to this fic. the plot was something i’ve never read before and i just .. find myself rooting for everyone in the fic. it’s crazy how much i love this fic (btw this will be dethroned by kiss and cry also by yun i am gonna add it here as soon as it is released)

☆ ni-ki

sucks to be you, sleepyhead — @cloudninescenes

let’s talk about this one. the characterization and the flow of the story is so so pretty. i smiled the whole time with this one too :( i just love how riki is the teasing but down bad type. i love that trope so much. i cannot stress enough how much i enjoyed the plot too

lucky charm — @amakumos

one of my favorite — if not even my favorite ni-ki fic on here. i was giggling and laughing multiple times. honestly, you can count on yun for writing something you’ve never read before. her writing will always be my favorite. i remember talking about the original story with yun for this one so i feel #special

20th century girl — @delcakoo

guys i’m sorry but i was just giggling like a little school girl the whole time i was reading this. the characterization fits him SO much like i can imagine it so vividly and so clearly. like this is riki u are so right. and JUST!!! just read it and u will understand why i love it so much 🫶 i cannot wait to read the rest of op’s works when i have the time!

[my-apollo-gies-old-acc]

TELL ME WHY skybound is ur favourite season like what makes u go AAAA everytime u think of it

I genuinely love hearing ppls “crazy” about their favourite seasons and skybound lovers are some of my favourites

jay is my favourite

it had so much POTENTIAL to be really good in canon. i like when my favourites go through shit

its a very interesting season for jaya development (i may be a multi shipper but god i love jaya). the shared trauma of ‘no one but us really remembers what we went through, but we went through it together’

jay is my favourite

the fan content is sooo good, like i love the fanart and there are SO MANY fics i love and would actively recommend

its so hard to explain why skybound has got my brain worms so excited over it but it just does. it feels like its less about the canon show stuff and more the concept and what other people have done with it

i love jay and its one of his like 2 focus seasons (i love prime empire as well, just not obsessed as i am with skybound… there are so many parallels between them as well)

[intheticklecloset]

Hii! Aaaa this is such a cute idea, okok

For the lemonade thingy, may I please do watermelon and "going to the beach"? For the fandom, I was thinking Bungo Stray Dogs! My initial plan was to ask for Atsushi and Akutagawa, but considering you mentioned getting burnt out on them, may I ask for Dazai and Kunikida if you do get burnt out?

I don't really have any sentence starters in mind, but I trust your ability as a writer! Your fics are always the best >u< Thankies so much~!

🍋 Lemonade Special Order 🍋

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“Tell me you’re not wearing that coat on the beach, Ryu.”

“You know I am.”

Atsushi did know, and despite how out of place he knew it would make his boyfriend look, he understood why he insisted on wearing it. They’d be in a public place, surrounded by potential threats. He needed – wanted – to have it on him.

“All right,” the weretiger conceded, putting his prepacked beach bag by the door and turning to face his partner with a small smile. “But before we go out there and you roast alive inside that thing…can I at least see you shirtless in here?”

Akutagawa paused. He considered for a long few moments, then slowly shrugged out of his black overcoat and draped it gently across the bed. Thin white fingers moved to the top button of his shirt, sliding to each next one slower than the last. By the time he’d reached the last two, he’d stopped entirely, visibly torn.

“Weretiger…”

“It’s okay,” Atsushi said hurriedly, moving to stand in front of him, wrapping his arms around his partner’s waist. “You don’t have to. I’m impressed you got that far, actually.”

Akutagawa seemed to relax, relieved he wasn’t being pressured into taking a step he wasn’t entirely ready for. “One day,” he promised.

“I know,” Atsushi murmured, kissing his cheek. “Don’t rush yourself, all right? Only when you’re ready, Ryu.”

Akutagawa kissed him to show his gratitude, wrapping his arms around Atsushi’s shoulders.

Atsushi kissed him back for a minute, then pulled away and grinned. “You know, you did get most of the shirt unbuttoned.”

“I did.”

“Which means you’ve given me access to most of your upper body.”

“…weretiger?”

Atsushi slipped his fingers into Akutagawa’s open shirt, gently scribbling along his upper ribs, fully prepared for the struggling that would follow. He giggled along with his boyfriend as they collapsed onto the bed together, Atsushi on top, tickling easily and ruthlessly as Aku grunted and whimpered and essentially did everything in his power not to laugh.

“Come on, Ryu,” Atsushi teased softly, grasping his wrists and pushing them above his head when he tried to fight back, his free hand shifting into a half-tiger form with long, unbearably ticklish claws. He raked them gently along his boyfriend’s skin, but it was enough to make Akutagawa very nearly scream as he finally dissolved into raspy laughter.

“Gahahahahahahahaha! Stohohohohohohohop, weretihihihihihiger!” he cried, face lit up in a bright smile despite himself. He struggled uselessly, though it was clear he wasn’t uncomfortable with the situation. Just caught off-guard. “I hahahahahahahahate you!”

“I just want to see you smile,” Atsushi cooed, purposely digging his claws in a little rougher, searching for the ultimate weak spots along the backs of Akutagawa’s ribs, enjoying how his struggling turned more frantic, his laughter more panicked.

“Nohohohohoho, no! Dohohohohon’t – not thahahahahahat spot, plehehehehehehease, weretiger!” Akutagawa begged, eyes alight with something akin to playfulness. Then his partner found the sweet spot, and he arched his back and screeched, “NOHOHOHOHOHO!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA FUHUHUHUHUHUCK, STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP IT!!”

Atsushi smiled lovingly down at him as he writhed and cackled. “But I’m not going to get to do this all day. I want to get my fill now, Ryuunosuke~” He whispered the last word directly in his boyfriend’s ear, knowing it would make him go crazy.

Sure enough, Akutagawa howled with mirth, kicking uselessly and trying to squirm out of Atsushi’s grip, his adorable dimples finally making their appearance. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE, ATSUSHI!! ANYWHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE BUT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Atsushi eventually moved on to tickle other spots, but not before he leaned down to soak up all of Akutagawa’s rare, crazed laughter with a passionate kiss.

[raindropren]

!!!!!! Secret Life Episode 9 Spoilers !!!!!!

THIS SEASON IS SO FUCKING GOOD HELL YA

I LOVE THIS

I LOVE SECRET LIFE

IT'S SO GOOD

I'M

SIIJOHFSIHFJSNF

LETS GO, SCAR!! WOO HOO

I GENUINELY LOVE THIS SO MUCH AAA

ALSO WHY IS PEARL SO CRACKED AT THIS GAME!?!?!

So she was i think 3rd in last life, Won in double life, I think 4th or 5th in limited life, and now, 2nd in Secret life!!

What the F u c k

I love it so much

It really helps all my headcanons tbh, it makes me so happy.

Also why does pearl always survive longer then her allies/teammates(Unless they win)

and by always i mean like, 2 times? 2 and a half? if u count tilly maybe? i do... 2.5 :]

I really do wish joel or bdubs won, mostly joel because it would've been so good but I deffo think scar deserved this win.

I think it wouldve been kind of funny if in the 1v1 battle between scar and pearl.. pearl won... and it's just, awkward cause she... didn't want that. at all.

She wanted scar to win after bdubs and joel died, she wanted to sacrifice her life to scar in the end because she wanted her allies to win.

I also think shiny duo is a tragedy in the end. I really hope someone makes a fanfic about them in secret life cause they just, they, they just, <3 <3 <3

I love them alot

I'm making a theory that Gem might, win the next life seires.

Shiny duo winning their second season, please please please /hj /lh

I've already really loved the pearl fanfics from this season cause omg but I just, i just <3 <3 can't wait to see more!! aaa :D

if i get the motivation i fucking will make a fic about gem and pearl coming back into hermitcraft. They have very similar vibes in the life series(they're fucking crazy, don't mess with them, but also you'd rather be on their side then not(I haven't watched gems life series so if i'm wrong on this one, oopsie) cause they are more loyal then most) and I think it'd be fun to see them coming back and talking to eachother about the season ngl.

Murder camel my beloved, shiny duo my beloved

I also think(if I get the motivation) i'd want to make a fic with Pearl and Bdubs, in hermitcraft, afterwards.

ooo so many ideas, so many ideas so little time and motivation.

i wanna know what would happen if pearl accidentally won, despite not wanting too, if she hit scar just alittle to hard and now she was alone, as the sole 2 time winner. I think AU!pearl would have a mental fucking breakdown but i also think it'd be a fun concept aaaa

I want a fic about Pearl just after Bdubs and Joel died, just crying. like tears down her cheeks when she meets back up with scar and aaaa <3

All these would be my au obviously cause i'm way to obsessed with it but my au is set in canon, mostly. or at least alittle, i'm trying LOL

I'm proud of scar :]

like, i'm proud of all the winners but, i really do feel like scar deserved this win

I might watch his pov at some point, i can't wait for people to tear the angst from scars episodes, they already have alittle but with him winning, I can't fucking wait, omg <3

I'm just so excited now

aaaa

i'm nhjgofubkhgfubkjhdfjl eee

I really hope gem and pearl team next season instead of just being temporary allies because they are so fun omg

I really hope there's another season cause god they are so good /nf

I can't get enough of life series pearl in my au

which is why i keep mentioning her, i've basically only watched her pov cause I have a hard time watching others. I wanna watch gem, lizzies(it's ies right? i'm bad with spelling names aa), and now scars. stars above, i love this series

aaaaaaaaaaaaa

secret is probably my new favorite season, idk why, maybe it's because of shiny duo alittle, but y'know :]

There's so much i wish i wanna talk about

like how Pearl said "Always Watching" to BigB

Or just any moment with Pearl and Scott, I miss their last life dynamic alot /pos /notneg

Cleo and Pearls pupper alliance breaking and Pearl saying she really wanted to be allies with Cleo, like I need fics of that so much guys omg (Big MoonRot fan!! ee)

Anytime Gem, Impulse, and Pearl were in a trio together, like omg, It's Soup Group!!! Guys!!! it's them!!! omg!!!!!!!! guys!!

Pearl walking the Warden around like a pro, i love that so much LOL

there's deffo more, but i've typed way to much LOL i just love this so much, it's insane.

[merakiui]

Mera you were COOKING with Monops's reflection, ty for the meal 😩

Do you have any ideas on what happened to reader after what Jade did to them? Do you think Floyd would be upset?

AAAA thank you for eating the meal mwahaha!!! It's a story that was from early 2022 if I remember correctly, so I'm happy I could finish it. I initially abandoned it because I wasn't content with Jade's characterization in the fic (i.e. I felt I'd written him too monstrous and crazy), but now I see that last year's Meraki had yan!Jade figured out before she even realized it LOL. I'm glad it could be a scrumptious meal!!!!!!! >w< I love Jade when he's downright deranged and sick with obsession. <3

I left the ending open to interpretation, but here are a few possibilities I thought of:

✧ Jade nearly kills you (or he does indeed kill you) after biting deep enough into your throat. Or you simply bleed out and he doesn't patch you up; just sits by and watches with that same smile on his face.

✧ he does indeed clean you up after everything and now you're essentially stuck with him because who (aside from Azul and Floyd) is going to believe you or even listen to you if you try to tell anyone what Jade did? Although in the fic it's shown that Azul has friendly relations with you, so perhaps he'd be willing to lend a listening ear (don't expect him to do anything, though; he has no interest in getting mixed up with Jade's personal interests).

✧ Jade's ruined Floyd for you, so now whenever you look at Floyd you think of Jade (and vice-versa), so essentially you're now terrified of both twins (which is exactly how Jade wants it). Maybe you break things off with Floyd as a result, or maybe your sudden lack of interest in Floyd causes him to lose interest in you (or he just pursues you even more than he did before because he's curious. Maybe he starts obsessing over you as well (not what Jade wants).

✧ you quit the lounge to put distance between yourself and the twins, but maybe Jade ended up knocking you up and so now you're even more doomed than before. :(

✧ the trauma of it all makes you averse to all kinds of physical touch. Perhaps it even sparks a fear or distrust in men for you, which makes attending classes even harder for you. But no one's going to help you. Not when the twins are involved. The names Jade and Floyd are enough to have anyone turning the other way; no one wants to get involved.

As for Floyd, part of me imagines he's just as messed up as Jade is in Monops's Reflection. T_T he's sweet and soft to you (mostly), but there's something he's not showing you. :) after all, he and Jade are cut from the same cloth. But then I also think Floyd sort of,,,, suspects it. He's observant; he's had to know Jade's had his eyes on you for a while now and he's had to known this was an inevitability. Perhaps that's why he didn't show up to the lounge and was conveniently off elsewhere during the timespan Jade has you to himself. Maybe he wants to see how far Jade will go.

Floyd cares about you, yes, but not enough to stop his brother or even warn you about what's coming. Whereas Jade only cares about the idea of you, about the concept of having you all to himself for his own enjoyment, Floyd cares about you only if you're entertaining him. In the fic he offhandedly remarks that it's boring when you're not around, so when you're not near him he's bored and has lost interest. When you are there, he's hooked.

In short, both eels are terrible. Would not recommend. </3

[littlespacereader]

omgomgomg u should write hanni (will could be there- will should be there.) with a toddler/baby regressor reader who's learning their abc's or numbers aaaa that would be the cutest!! just praises and headpats all along the way

AHHHHHHH!!!!!! This is literally the cutest request!! I can’t get enough of a Hannibal fic where he’s just praising his Regressor like crazy! And with Will joining in and adding to the cuteness?! I’m dead!☠️ So please enjoy this fic!!💞💞

One Fish, Two Fish

Caregiver!Hannibal Lector, Caregiver!Will Graham & GN Little!Reader SFW!

Tags: Picnic trip, bottles, counting, praise, mentions of fishing but not graphic, and an adventure!

(Hannibal is not a cannibal in any of my fics)

Nicknames: Little one, Darling, Sweetheart, Little baby, little good luck charm, Little genius

It’s a beautiful summer day in Virginia. A warm day with a cool breeze running through the forest. Sunny with little clouds in the sky. The perfect day for a fishing picnic trip!

The three walked down the dirt trail to Will’s favorite fishing spot. Will and Hannibal walked along side each other with Will carrying Y/N piggy back style. Hannibal settled for just carrying the fishing rod and the picnic basket.

It’s been about two years now that they’ve had this beautiful bundle of joy in their lives. Will and Hannibal thought they had everything they could ever want in their lives, that’s until Y/N entered and changed everything.

The two Caregivers lives blossomed with their little one. Both of them being very opened minded and accepting to their little ones younger headspace. Both of them learning a lot about themselves with their little one.

They loved Y/N wholeheartedly. They brought such a fun and vibrant spirit to their world. Some days were spent playing imaginary games around Hannibal’s house, other days were spent running around outside with the dogs at Will’s house, other days like today were spent at the stream.

Will carried Y/N piggyback style through the woods pretending here and there to lose control and sway side to side causing Y/N to giggle. Y/N looked up through the trees and to the side, admiring the beautiful landscape around them. Occasionally they would point out different discoveries.

“Butterfly!!” Y/N yelled out, pointing at the blue colored creature sailing through the air.

“Wow! That’s a beautiful butterfly darling. Now tell me, what color is it?” Hannibal asked.

“Ummmm….blue?” Y/N asked a bit unsure.

“That’s right sweetheart! You are so smart!” Hannibal happily praised.

They had been teaching their little one different subjects here and there, recently the two were working on numbers and colors with Y/n. Anytime their little one gets anything right Will and Hannibal praise them to death.

“I got it right!! Did you hear?!” Y/N asked pulling on Will’s shirt.

“I did hear! I’m so proud of you sweetheart. You’re learning so much already. Soon you’ll know more than us.” Will praised.

Soon the three arrived at the stream. Despite the beautiful day the water was still rough as always. Hannibal started setting up their picnic while Will and Y/N went to the shoreline. He set them down and the two watched the water racing around the rocks.

Will could see the look in his littles eyes and right before they jumped into the rough water he grabbed their hand.

“Wow wow wow. It’s too rough for you honey. You can stick your feet in with me here but you can’t go into the water.” He explained.

“But whyyyyyyyy?”

Will smiled at his Little. “Because the water is too strong for a little baby like yourself.” He poked their tummy making them giggle. “It’s safer for you to stay on the blanket. Okay?”

Y/N just whined and looked down disappointed. “How come you can go in the water and I can’t?”

Will sighed and walked back with them to the now set up picnic blanket. “Because I’m used to the water and I’m a lot stronger. That’s why I’m the protector of the house.”

That happened to catch Hannibal’s ear who was sitting on the picnic blanket, “You’re the protector of the house?” He smirked.

Will rolled his eyes at Hannibal before looking back at Y/N, “We’re your protectors. That’s why you don’t have to worry about anything with us around.” He winked at Y/N but they just sat on the picnic blanket with their arms crossed.

“I want to help you fish though.” Y/N said, each word layered with disappointment.

Will’s heart broke, but he knew the stream was just too dangerous. “You will be helping me fish. You’re my good luck charm.” He smiled.

“But maybe we’ll have to take a trip to the lake with you. That way we can go swimming. How does that sound?” Will offered.

That seemed to do the trick and lighten Y/N mood. “Really?”

“Really. It sounds like a plan.” He stood up and grabbed his fishing pole. “Now I wont be far, I’ll just be over there if you need me okay?”

Y/N nodded. With one little kiss to their forehead Will embarked on his fishing expedition, leaving Hannibal and Y/N behind in the picnic blanket.

Despite being okay 2 seconds ago with not going in the stream with Will to fish, Hannibal could see the moment Will left and entered the water their little one was upset again.

But of course Hannibal wasn’t going to let his little one sit in misery. “Why don’t we have a little wilderness expedition?” He offered.

His little one turned to him and seemly snapped out of their disappointment for a moment. “Expedition?” They asked.

Hannibal smiled at his little ones confusion. He stood up put his hand out to them. “Why don’t we go on a little adventure?”

Their face lit up to the idea! “Adventure!!!” They jumped up and joined Hannibal.

So, hand in hand the two decided to take a little walk together through the forest.

They came across a tiny tree on their trail, similar looking to the Charlie Brown tree in the Christmas special.

“Now, how many branches do you think are on this tree?” Hannibal asked his little one.

They hummed in concentration. After a moment they simply held up three fingers.

Hannibal’s face lit up. “Wonderful job darling! You are so smart! Well done!” He gently squeezed their hand.

Y/N face lit up as well. Smiling and giggling under the praise.

They walked closer to the coastline. Despite earlier wanting to go into the water and play, the closer they got to the water the tighter Y/N held onto Hannibal’s hand. He smiled and wrapped a protective arm around them.

Together they could see Will in the distance casting his line out. He looked so at peace fishing.

“Green.” Y/N said breaking the silence.

“Green?” Hannibal repeated. They were surrounded by green between the forest trees, the grass, the bushes…

“His shirt…green.” Y/N said pointing at Will. They looked back at Hannibal and smiled. “And you’re…pink!” They added with a giggle.

Hannibal smiled seeing just how excited Y/N was getting. “Yes darling! Wow! Look at you my little genius!”

Y/N smiled some more, blushing under the praise.

The two walked back to the picnic basket, not without Y/N counting every rock they came across on the way back there.

“One.” They pointed out.

“Two.”

“Three”

“Four.”

“Fi…four.”

“Five.” Hannibal helped.

“Five!” They happily replied.

Well maybe they skipped a couple of rocks on the way back because….well…numbers and colors can be so tiring!

Y/N ran over and plopped onto the picnic blanket, opting to lay down rather than sit at the moment. Hannibal found it absolutely adorable! He could tell a nap was in sight for his little one soon enough.

But for now it was lunch time for the three. He turned to the river and called out for Will.

Y/N laid on their back and just stared at the sky. It was a bit obstructed by the beautiful branches on the trees but it only made the scene more beautiful. There was a light breeze that blew through the forest that gently moved the tree branches and leaves. It was so peaceful.

Everything was so peaceful. They had never felt such peace before Will and Hannibal. The two caregivers made them feel appreciated and cared for. Something they haven’t felt since….well…forever.

Their eyes started to drift off while watch the tree sway in the breeze. They only opened again when…

“Y/N sweetheart? Are you sleeping?”

Y/N quickly lifted their head to see Will walking over to sit next to them. They gasped and hugged Will the moment he sat down.

“No…not tired…” Y/N said holding onto Will’s with one hand and rubbing their eyes with the other. “Did you catch fishies?”

“I caught two thanks to you my little good luck charm.” Will added wrapping an arm around them. “What did you do while I was gone?”

Y/n leaned back and cuddled into Will side as Hannibal started getting their lunch together.

“I saw…fou-…no! five rocks on the way here! And we saw a tree with three branches and and we saw you! And I realize that your shirt is green! And his is pink!” Y/N rambled on.

“Oh my goodness you saw so many rocks! And what a small tree you must’ve saw. Plus I didn’t even know my shirt was green until you mentioned it! Sweetheart you are becoming so so smart! I am so proud of you!” Will praised, squeezing them closer.

“So am I! I couldn’t believe how intelligent our little one is. We truly won the lottery with them.” Hannibal smiled.

“I couldn’t agree more.” Will smiled back all while Y/N smiled and kicked their feet in excitement. They were truly the best Caregivers making Y/N feel so special.

Soon Hannibal had passed out a sandwich for everyone. But this is Hannibal we’re talking about so it was a fancy sandwich, if that’s even possible…It’s Hannibal who made it, so it fancy some how some way.

After sandwiches Hannibal and Will ate cheese and crackers while Y/N drank a bottle. At first they held onto it, determined to remain awake. But after a while it was getting hard! The breezy was so refreshing and they were making the leave shake and the noise was just making it so relaxing! It was becoming harder and harder to stay awake!

They kept nodding off while drinking which lead to them leaning more and more against Will. Soon without realizing it, Will had taken over holding their bottle while they were leaned against him falling asleep. Soon their eyes started to close.

They awoke a little bit later. They were laying down on the picnic blanket, head in Hannibal’s lap and his jacket draped across them as a makeshift blanket. Hannibal was looking out at Will in the stream but he had one hand wrapped around Y/N and the other playing with their hair.

Stretching a little to wake themselves up a bit caught Hannibal’s attention. He just smiled as he looked down at his little one. “Go back to sleep darling, your brain need to rest after all the working it’s been doing today. Don’t worry, your protectors are right here.” He said with a little forehead kiss at the end.

He was right! They did do a lot of work today! They did deserve to rest! The stream soared on in the distance and the trees continued to sway in the breeze. Sending Hannibal and Will’s smartie little one back into a peaceful nap.

[hitomisuzuya]

AAAA MY KUNI REQ FIC YOU WROTE IT ITS SO GOOOOOD-

If i may be so bold, i’ll request another one.

Brat taming Wanderer when he’s being insufferable as part of his uh…rehabilitation by Nahida

a/n: Ohhhhh brat taming with the Wanderer. I..I am going to have so much fun writing this!❤️ I hope you enjoy. I'm glad you enjoyed your Kuni request.

Wanderer x fem!reader. Brat taming. Wanderer being an absolutely insufferable brat. Smut.

The Wanderer had been an absolute brat all day. And you had had enough. You stormed after him when he turned away away from you. You'd asked him to go for a walk with you in Sumeru, his response being, "No offense, but I wish everyone would fuck off right now."

It's not that he didn't want to be around you. He always did. Wanderer was a sore loser though. He didn't want to admit this but he was angry at himself at failing to become a God.

You were supposed to have ruled by his side, his Queen as he finally passed judgement on everyone that he deemed deserved it. He was going to give you the life you deserved. One you both deserved. Sumeru would fall at your feet if he'd had it his way. People would consider you a divine figure just like him.

You slammed his bedroom shut before he could leave. "That is it!" You seethed, "I have had up to here with your attitude!" You hovered your hand way above his hat to emphasize your point.

You were so angry, but you knew what you had to do. Fucking him would quiet him down. Brat taming was very necessary in your relationship. And boy was there a brat that needed to be tamed right in front of you.

Wanderer glared at you. "What did you just say?" You further aggravated him by gently flicking his hat off his head. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed your wrist. Suddenly, your demeanor changed gears. The way you giggled quietly, moving to press yourself up against him was intriguing.

He put his hands on your hips, letting you rub up against him. "What? You want to apologize?" You looked up at him, waiting for slightest smirk to tug at the corner of his lips. "I'd prefer you on your knees though."

There it was, the expression you'd been waiting for. Wanderer thought he'd won. He was so used to you submitting to him that he never expected you to get dominant. It actually turned him on when you used sex as weapon against him. It was like a whole new form of seduction.

You made your move. Putting your hands on his shoulders, you shoved him down on his bed. Straddling him, you rolled your hips slowly over his growing erection. He struggled feebly underneath you for a moment before he gave up.

He moaned, gyrating his erection between your legs. You laughed, leaning down to lick his lips. "What's the matter, Wanderer?" You cooed, "I thought you wanted everyone to leave you alone "

Wanderer may have submitted physically, but he was going to be quiet about it. "You bitch," he snarled, "you are enjoying aren't you?"

"So what if I am?" You were starting to feel wet. You held yourself back from grinding too hard against him, swallowing a shaky sigh. If you showed any sign of weakness, he would turn the tables on you in a heartbeat. You always had be very careful taming him. He was usually the dominant one, not you. "You are enjoying yourself too, aren't you. I can practically feel your precum soaking into my pants."

"Then shut up and make me cum," Wanderer tried to sound domineering, but it didn't work. He moaned, needy and impatient.

"No," you said flatly, stopping all motion of your hips. "Say please first." One way or another, you would make him submit to you. When he opened his mouth to respond, he felt your hand wrap around his throat, making him instantly compliant. He shivered, his cock growing harder.

"Now, are you going to go on a walk with me tonight. I'm not fucking you until you say yes. I'll leave you hard all night if that's what it takes."

"Fine, I'll go!" He scoffed. He couldn't take it anymore. You drive him crazy when you acted like this, his head spinning with lust. You stroked his hair once he finally could bury his cock to the hilt inside your pussy.

Two steps forward, three steps back. You let him fuck you until he was content. You had to reward your brat, after all.

[ravenoclock]

@labyrinthhofmymind

IM BACCKKK

Spoilers for a fic called presque vu by bizzarestars

TYSM FOR UR RESPONSE AAAA UR THE FIRST PERSOM WHO’S LISTENED TO MY RANTS AND AVGUALLY LIKES THWM SO TYSM UR THE BEST <33

CHAPTER ELEVEN MFS

Shit’s getting deep yall I grabbed the tissues just in case.

*clears throat* okay so starting off sad with Lily’s parents dying right off the bat. Holy fuck. And the fact that she didn’t cry until after the funeral?? MY GIRL DJSKSKKSKA. I CANT RN. and Sirius being like ‘I wanna fuck Remus’ and Harry being like ‘nuh-uh’ and crying LMAO. Hilarious.

He lives anyway, in the end. They both do. Rats can survive in even the most dire of conditions, and all dogs were wild once. They both make it through, just not together. Rats and dogs rarely get along.

Foreshadowing comes in many forms.

Fuck. I can’t today. PETER PETER PETER. JUST ARGHH. WHY WHY WHY.

"No," Sirius croaks. "I can't ever imagine grieving you."

I’m on my way to go dig a grave for myself who’s with me? Cuz why? Would? You? Do? That? To? Me? Why? What? What the fuck??? I’ve spent so long deluding myself into believing canon isn’t real and that the marauders grew old and grey and happy together and then I read fics like these because I think im strong enough but in reality I just created a dream I can shatter (catch my reference? No? Yes?) but id rather the delusion shatter than my sanity but at this point idk. BEAR WITH ME. I’ll get therapy dw.

Sirius is right there with him, as that saying goes. She's growing, too, one day at a time even as she digs her heels in for every inch. She's just as imprisoned as him, in her own way. A prison of her own body, her blood, her name. She's been a prisoner her whole life.

Dead. Why is this so amazing??? Like I feel it in the very depths of my soul I swear.

JAMES WANTED CHILDREN. PLURAL. WHAT THE ACTUAL- I CANT. HARRY WAS GOING TO HAVE SIBLINGS. I FEEL NAUSEATED. IM GONNA THROW UP EVERYTJING INSIDE OF ME I SWEAR.

(This, too, is a prison. You feel that, don't you, deep down inside? One day soon, you'll be free from it, only for it to be replaced by another.)

The foreshadowing is crazy. Insane. Every other word for practically amazingly heart wrenchingly horrible.

Lily was pregnant. Lily was pregnant Lily was pregnant Lily was pregnant she had a baby she had a baby there was a baby THERE WAS ANOTHER BABY COMING THERE WAS ANOTHER FUCKING BABY COMING AND THEY FUCKING DIED AND THE BABY NEVER GOT TO LIVE THEY HAD ANOTHER BABY. HARRY WAS GOING TO HAVE A SIBLING. LILY WAS FUCKING PREFNANT. OH LORD IM GOING TO CRY A WHOLE FUCKING LOT NOW.

What if Halloween just doesn’t exist. They’ll live happily ever after right? Right? RIGHT????????

For Peter, this is, as the saying goes, his final straw. The camel's back is not only broken, it's been cleaved in half, and the fear spills out over the sides like blood, leading only to the promise of more. He's been straddling the line between both sides for nearly a year now, giving only bits and pieces of information to the death eaters just to make sure they won't kill him in duels, never enough for the Order to even suspect a proper spy at all, but now he knows which side is losing for sure, after this side has suffered so much loss, so it's time he throws his lot in where he can stop being afraid. He wants to survive like a rat, and gets his wish.

Fucking coward. I hope he dies a painful dead. Oh wait, he does. (I actually don’t remember. Does he? Idk if he dies at all ngl.)

Out of everyone, Marlene's are the only dreams that come true.

God fucking damn. Can I cry now? Oh my god. Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god. Marlene ml. You will be missed.

I rly can’t. The first death out of the main group came and went. It doesn’t feel as heart wrenching as it does when I read Marlene’s death in The Hand That Feeds cuz it wasn’t in her perspective, and Sirius is awfully and unhealthily detached and it’s just so so fucking sad I can’t even.

She died. I cried.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Strapping in because Zar said so.

The fact that people think the spy is Sirius. Because of his last name. A name she can’t control. A name that came from a reputation they tried so hard to remove themselves from only for others to only see it. The name ‘Black’ and what it’s associated with. I hope they all fuck themselves.

Sirius shouldn't even know about it, nor should Remus, or Peter, or Augusta—but of course, they all find out because Frank and Alice trust the latter, while James and Lily trust the former three. One couple here has made a mistake. Hint: it's not the one with parents.

OHHHHH MY GOD.

"Sirius isn't a fucking toy," James snaps.

Remus arches an eyebrow. "Then why do you treat him like one?"

Oh my lord. Oh my fucking lord.

It's funny. When the doubt creeps in, Remus will think about the question Sirius asked, and Sirius will think about the answer Remus gave, but neither will think about how Peter said nothing at all.

So…I don’t know what to say anymore. I can’t say anything. It’s so awful.

Mary ran. Dorcas died. Peter should die.

The emmary makes me want to die, too. WHY DIDNT EMMELINE GO WITH HER. MARY OBLIVIATED HERSELF TRYING TO PROTECT HETSELF.

Whoever the spy is, Sirius thinks that day, they're smart, and they're brutal, and they're not doing this just out of fear. There's more to it than just that, more that Sirius can recognize in the mirror; a deep, dark pit that the worst crawls out of, unleashed on those who don't think it exists there. This is someone who may not have always been a monster, but knows how to become one, and maybe believes that's the only option they have. This is someone, despite how hard it is to fathom and how hard it is to accept, that Sirius knows.

Irony never misses a chance to take center-stage in the tragic play of their lives. Believe it or not, they're still in act one. They're on their way to act two, though, one cut from the cast of characters at a time.

Peter doesn’t deserve to cry for deaths he fucking caused. He doesn’t deserve Sirius comforting him. He doesn’t deserve any mercy at all.

Very close now, with Dorcas out. Take a wild guess at who's next.

Emmeline. Lily and James. Those are my guesses.

Sirius starting to doubt Remus kills me.

Sirius thinking Remus is Dumbledore’s spy…im pretty sure he wasn’t? Was he? Maybe he was but I only remember Peter being both. Like Peter was the double agent before turning to work for baldy voldy.

The fact that Sirius thinks it’s Remus. The fact that none of them suspect Peter not even once.

Them trying to convince their best friends that the other is the spy. Why. Peter wasn’t mentioned once. I actually want to puke.

Also Dorcas. Just. Dorcas :( And then Mary running tf away cuz she’s done. I wanna die. Wolfstar fighting and falling in love during A WAR. MY LOVES. THEY FONT DESERVE IT.

I read like chapters 13-21 in a haze. Here’s my thoughts (not in any order whatsoever):

- Azkaban is so shitty to the extent that there’s no words to describe how fucked it is and how dehumanizing it makes its prisoners feel, innocent or not

- The entire chapter where Sirius was described without any pronouns was GENIUS and so brilliant I loved it

- Sirius passing time as Padfoot but forgetting a lot because of Padfoot and Azkaban :(

- Sirius using the dementors as a way of sh :(

- Sirius not remembering who his first kiss was (JAMES) actually KILLED ME

- OLDER WOLFSTAR REUNION WHOOP WHOOP I LOVE THEM

- THE HURT/COMFORT SCENE <333333

- THEYRE SO IN LOVE THAT I MIGHT STOP BREATHING

- THE BUGS oh the FUCKING bugs thing destroys me. i cried, threw up, did the whole thing. cuz GOD I WANT SOMEONE TO UNDERSTAND ME LIKE THAT HOLY SHIT. I LOVE THEM.

- Sirius and Crookshanks are cool asf

- DUMBKEDORE YOU MAD MAN WHY DO I LIKE YOU

- KINGSLEY

- Remus being jealous of Kingsley low key had me giggling and twirling my hair cuz Sirius is so oblivious like ‘oh he’s funny, and we’re mates’ AGAHSHGAA

- also Remus being like ‘we’re just friends’ you and who buddy? Ain’t no one buying that. And Sirius glaring holes into his head is so AHAHAHAHH. And then Sirius holding it against him for the next few chapters is actually hilarious. He’s so petty. I love them.

- Sirius: ‘hello buddy, best mate, my best of all pals’

Remus: ‘I sense I’ve made a mistake somewhere’

ZAR WRUTING THAT IS SO FUNNY. I think i might’ve cried from laughter.

- REMUS TELLS SIRIUS EVERYTHING. WOLFSTAR IS COMMUNICATING. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. I LOVE IT.

- Sirius being upset that she’s not allowed to be there on Remus’ full moons is so cute, and then Remus letting her take care of him after, always, is so so adorable.

- MOLLY. THE WEASLEY TWINS. HERMIONE. HARRYYY MY DARLING.

- WE MET THE GOLDEN ERA KIDDSSSSSS

- also the doubt that maybe Peter wasn’t the spy and he had a reasonable explanation for it is so heartbreaking I actually wanted to puke. I think i did puke.

- PROFESSOR LUPIN. ENDEARING. FOND. SIRIUS COMBUSTING EVERYTIME REMUS FLIRTS WITH HIM. PERFECTION.

- Sirius singing in Azkaban :((

- the cross words. WAXING MOON.

THEY WERE MADE FLR EACHOTHER YOUR HONOR.

Thx for coming to my Ted Talk <3.

Btw I’m so sorry i haven’t been on tumblr recently. Been a bit busy.

[mcschnuggles]

we would love to hear more of your ideas snug!!

YAY thank you!!!

I'll talk a little bit more about my finished ideas since it's driving me crazy that I have to wait months to post them!! I have five of them so far and I'm hoping to finish another by the end of the week! I WILL be posting my prompt list but I don't know when because I'm basically backfilling it as I come up with my ideas LOL

So of course I wanted to do a pseudo-continuation of It Takes a Village, and make it something of a series? The one I have done right now is Sycamore learning to move on with Meyer and sharing his regression and basically relearning boundaries with that, and THEN for the other one I have in mind (kinda struggling atm so it's on the backburner aaaa) I want it to be a conference and have the prof squad back together again, maybe with a little continuity nod of baby Bianca and then having Sonia find out about her own regression

THEN i wanna write for P4 again! I recently replayed the game so it's been stuck in my brain. It's been almost two years but I still like Baby Clothes a lot, and on top of some commission work, I've really wanted to write tiny Yosuke again. The first idea is him just not telling the others he's feeling small before going into the TV world, because his knockdown animation just breaks my heart, and since I know some people are uncomfortable with diap stuff I'll put the other idea under the cut

I think Yosuke's in a unique spot because he's not the youngest of the group but he's the only one that would want to try diaps. It's all about regressors having different needs and that the age they identify with isn't a hard and fast rule. It would fit in well with Yosuke's struggle for self-acceptance set up in the previous fics and it would give him and Teddie more room to bond! I've kind of gone back and forth on where I think Teddie is, but to me he's a flip. He likes to be a big brother! So the fic is about him helping Yosuke first get up the courage to buy diaps and then to actually try them on. I just don't see a lot of fics about the transition phase, you know?

ANYWHO that is a lot of rambling. Thank you for letting me go on so long!! Like I said I'm really excited to share this batch so I appreciate you letting me talk about it for a bit, anon. And I'm always happy to talk about them more!! I hope you have a good day!!! <333

[savorypink]

mickey i was going through old sweetener posts and the nostalgia goes crazy!! i remember when all you had out was casting couch and other fics AAAA can i b an og fan likeee

also in my head u look like megan (yes thee megan)

the word “nostalgia” threw me for a second, but i’m remembering that in a few months it’ll be a year since i created this blog which makes it a year since sweetener 🥲 it was definitely something you had to be there for! and it was probably the most fun i had just shooting the shit with the anons that brought the au to life <3

recently, i made an old sweetener fic available again (a very special guest) upon stumbling on it in google docs bc it brought back a lot of memories (and it wasn’t as bad as i thought it was!) it’s very heartwarming to know i still have followers that have been here since then bc lowkey i’ve been feeling like a khia 🫠 and i’m forever grateful for anyone new here as well :~)

meg used to be my pfp just because she was pretty so that’s high praise 😭

[eriyu]

Your game script is a gosh dang diddly dang life saver because lemme tell you, I've been writing a fic that started just before ARR and it's going to go all the way through Endwalker... I started working on it Jan of 2023 and for the first year of writing I was dead ass just... slowly playing the game again. As I wrote certain scenes to make sure I got certain dialogue and continuity right. I think I may have gone crazy if I had to go through ARR a 9th time. dahjskda (114 chapters, btw. It took me 114 chapters to get through the ARR story. Hopefully HW will go much more smoothly since I can just. Read the script if I need to double check a canon line real quick.) May your pillow always be on the cool side, and may you never stub a toe ever again. Also may you roll 100 on everything you need and greed. o7

aaaa thank you so much!!!!!!!! :'D it's seriously always so so nice to know it's helped people, that the time investment has been worth it beyond for just myself.

114 chapters for ARR sounds crazy dedicated; i hope HW (and beyond) goes well!!!

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every martyr in this jungle liner notes

fic here if you haven't read it!

okay so this first point is, like, barely a liner note for the fic proper. but did you know i have spent the past several weeks engrossed in the mcyt-trio polls. i have written two fics for it and made a web weave and i'm already planning a third fic for the finale next round as a thank you to the mods. shit's crazy. i rushed the editing timeline on every martyr in this jungle because i wanted to publish it before the time on this poll runs out. vote eclipse federation if you haven't already, with the disclaimer that it's got like 16 hours left as of me writing this, and keep an eye out for a bench trio fic coming soon to a blog and/or ao3 near you

anyway! fic time!

the most-used word in this fic that is not a name (the top three words are of course Vitalasy, Zam, and Subz) is again. this is on purpose. during editing i deleted an instance of "again" due to awkward phrasing and i had to double-check before doing so that it was still winning in Word Frequency or else i would've added it back in somewhere else. they have had this conversation before. maybe not in its details, but in its shape. they are having this conversation again, again, again.

vitalasy has so many issues around zam being afraid of him, even though (a) vitalasy hasn't actually done anything to anyone other than himself*, (b) zam is the one who killed vitalasy. some things i was drawing on for character inspiration here: the song hold no guns by death cab for cutie, the poem ON BEING RAISED ON FAIRY TALES IN WHICH YOU ARE THE MONSTER by a.m.h. *sorry for the planetlord erasure

zam...isn't actually as afraid of vitalasy as vitalasy thinks he is. zam is, like, a normal amount afraid of all social interaction, due to who he is as a person. he is an incredibly scared and jumpy guy, because he has an anxiety disorder, but he isn't actually particularly scared of vitalasy qua vitalasy anymore. vitalasy just...has issues from when he was.

relatedly: if this were from zam's pov, every time there is the slightest pause in the dialogue you'd get his internal monologue, which is approximately "oh God oh fuck this is going so terribly what do i say why am i so bad at talking to Vitalasy what do i do" the entire time. he's trying! and the tension on his end is much less "aaaa Vitalasy who I am scared of is here" and much more "WHY DO I KEEP SAYING THE WRONG THING. WHY AM I SO BAD AT THIS. OH NO HE'S EVEN SADDER NOW?????"

it did need to be vitalasy pov, though. as soon as i got the idea i knew it had to be vitalasy pov. i knew it had to be vitalasy pov because the previous one was zam pov and they're mirrors. here they are, at the grave, (again!) but now it's vitalasy standing vigil, and zam awkwardly showing up to put flowers on it.

the way it is still, constantly, about subz. vitalasy gets mad at zam for this, because zam cares so much more about subz than him, but he's just as bad--every two seconds he's thinking about subz's death, subz's note. the grave is the space between them. the grave is the only thing bringing them together. this is a bit of a continuation of the last fic. it is about zam and vitalasy but it is also about the ghost of subz.

the moon-representing-subz has Less of a presence in this one vs the last one, except for at the very end. the moon is rising. subz will be back soon. (well...it rises once zam leaves. this, too, is a metaphor.)

also related to the ghost of subz: i considered bringing up the fact that zam's been [hallucinating? haunted?] seeing subz everywhere. it didn't quite work but it's a fun little detail that is, btw, canon. canon in a "one-off line that was a little bit a joke" way but nonetheless canon enough to make me crazy about it.

the note about zam fidgeting a lot to the point of half-dancing around mapicc and spoke is about his lunar client emotes . and how he does them Even More Than Usual (which is already a lot) when he is around ppl who are also being silly w lunar client emotes <3

the thing where... they know each other. they know each other so well. they are, both of them, trying. this does not fix anything, it just makes it hurt worse.

sort of related to that and sort of related to zam's Fear (in general, of vitalasy) and sort of its own thing, zam is.. mm. zam's got certain expectations of people. and it's easy to assume they're about his [past issues in relationships] or even about [the person he is presently talking to] but they're...not, really. they're not zero about those things but they're not only about those things either. they are in large part about what zam, personally, thinks he deserves (punishment, death, bad things, etc). (occasionally when zam feels better about himself it's about how zam is a Victimhero Martyr and everyone else is a sort of prop in that, which vitalasy also has a huge complex about, but that's less relevant in this fic specifically than the...thinking he deserves for vitalasy to hurt him & on some level he wants vitalasy to hurt him as a weird self-harm-by-proxy thing & therefore vitalasy is probably going to hurt him)

the song the title comes from is Estate Sale Sign by the Mountain Goats. it's one of my #1 eclipse federation songs, tbh it's also one of my #1 s4 zam songs in general--i also am fond of it for team awesome. the title, though--that's all eclipse fed. they are all martyring themselves. they have all either banned themselves off or seriously considered it. they remember loving each other and now they still love each other but they are giving away that love. mm. [i remember when we loved each other day and night//and high above the water/the eagle spots the fish/every martyr in this jungle/is gonna get his wish]....man. also thinking about ["This is a song about, um, you may find it necessary to get rid of all your stuff, at some point."] and vitalasy burning all his stuff before his suicide. that's less relevant to the fic, though.

the series title is really funny to me. credit to angel qfitmc on tumblr for making this joke on hyperbeam chat and me cracking up every time i remember it. the thing is. while vitalasy and zam are being so fucking angsty and miserable about subz's suicide. subz IS playing dark souls. also elden ring. jump king. etc. bro killed himself in minecraft to become a variety streamer and i think that's beautiful. he's just chilling. this was of course epitomized when zam tried to bring him back but he was too busy playing dark souls and so he just Didn't. point is you don't have to stand at his grave and weep he is LITERALLY doing a pokemon nuzlocke run right now on twitch dot tv. unfortunately this is not stopping these two. from standing at his grave. and weeping