#this was uhhhh much longer than intended

[flyingwide]

phoenixiancrystallist asked:

Drabble prompt: Frey teaching Olevia how to ice skate :)

we're doing full-on Olevia Lives!AU because i said so. Frey rushed off to deal with Sila and only thought Olevia was gone, came back to find her healed and healthy. i love playing God in this way. this one got a little bit away from me

Olevia watched Frey, doubt twisting her features adorably. Frey felt a little like she was looking at herself as she had been at that age. She held out her hand to the girl, careful not to slip on the ice. "Would you just trust me?" she asked. She had been cajoling, wheedling, all but begging for damn near 20 minutes and all she had to show for it was Olevia standing at the very edge of the frozen pond.

"What if I fall in?" Olevia asked for the tenth time.

"I'll rescue you."

"What if you fall in?"

"Then I guess you'll need a new Tanta," she teased, laughing outright when Olevia put her fists on her hips.

"Stop tormenting the child," Cuff chided but sounded amused himself.

Frey reached out her hand again. Olevia, her mouth still pursed with anxiety, reached back. She closed her eyes when her skates hit ice, clinging fiercely to Frey's fingers. "Well, you didn't fall immediately so you're doing better than I did at first," Frey told her and Olevia hesitantly opened her eyes. "Look at you, standing on frozen water with knives on your feet. Brave girl."

"I'm not brave, I'm still scared," she said, flinging her arms out for Frey's shoulders when her feet slipped further apart.

"Being brave doesn't mean not being scared. Hell, I'm terrified all the time. But you can always know that I've got your back. I'm here for when you get scared. I can't do everything for you but I can make it just a little bit easier."

"Ok…" Olevia took a deep breath. "Can I try moving? But slow."

Frey wasn't particularly good at skating backwards so slow was fine with her as Olevia got used to sliding her feet over the ice. As they moved, she told Olevia how she had learned to skate, though she didn't really bother to explain YMCA or Big Brothers Big Sisters, only that she had learned from an older girl who had held her hands just like this. "I started with a chair," she said. "First time I fell, I tried to catch myself on the chair and just pulled it down on top of me. Ended up with a bruise on my hip from the ice and another one on my arm from the chair." Olevia giggled, looking as relaxed as Frey had seen her all day.

"My ankles hurt," she said eventually. "Can we sit down?"

Frey led her over to the snow-covered shore, both of them sitting down heavily. "When we get home, you'll need dry clothes. Auden will murder me if you get pneumonia on my watch."

"I can help you be brave against Auden," Olevia said, grinning at her. "I know you're scared of her."

"Oh, ha ha. You're so funny."

Frey looked over the pale expanse of ice. It likely wouldn't last and she would be leaving in a few days to head back to Visoria, looking for a needle in the stack of needles that was Olas's library. There had to be some way to fix the Break. There had to be some way she could let Olevia see life outside of Cipal.

She startled when Olevia slipped freezing fingers into her own.

"Who helps you be brave?" the girl asked quietly. "When you're out there alone? When you're in the Corruption?"

That was both a difficult question and a very easy one. "I…" Frey started and then sighed. "I don't feel alone out there. I always feel like… like someone has my back like I have yours. And I know that you and Auden are here, safe, and taking care of each other so I don't have to worry about you."

"Who has your back?" Olevia looked up at her with guileless eyes. "Someone keeps you safe?"

It was getting harder and harder to keep this secret from her, especially since the girl had moved in with her and both of them had relocated to an actual home, not a hole-studded room above the tavern. Frey was building a life now and the secrets were starting to get to her. But once she let this particular cat out of the bag, she wasn't sure where it would jump. "It's complicated. I'm not sure how to explain it to you yet."

"But you will?"

"I promise. I'm not going anywhere. I'll figure it out."

"Good." Olevia flung an arm around Frey's middle. "Can I take these off now?"

Frey laughed, something she had been doing more and more of lately. "Yeah, kiddo. Let's get you home."

Later that night, after Olevia had fallen asleep at the table and Frey had carried her to bed, Cuff nudged her, light tripping over his surface in a way that she still found deeply beautiful. "You're going to tell her about me, aren't you?"

"I don't think I can avoid it for much longer."

"Do you think that's a good idea?"

Frey sighed heavily, leaning back in her chair. "I don't know. All I know is that it's getting harder to keep them separate, the life I have with you out there and the life I have with her here. They're crashing together and there's not a whole lot I can do to stop it."

"And you think that telling her will limit the fallout?"

"I don't know. I don't have any answers for you."

"What if she tells people?"

"I don't know," Frey said, running agitated hands through her hair. "Fuck. I don't know how to do this." She shook her head. "I keep thinking about my mom. About her sending me away to keep me safe. There's nowhere for me to send Olevia."

"To keep her safe from me, you mean," Cuff said simply, flatly, but something in his tone caught her.

"You're a threat to all Athia, remember? That's what you keep telling me. Why should one girl stop you?"

She felt a bolt of something, as sudden and painful as a lightning strike, through the bond and then it was gone, the connection between them slammed firmly shut.

"You're right. What's one girl in the face of duty and responsibility?"

"Everything," Frey told him and something in him answered in kind.

[pedropascallme]

MY SWEET ANGEL LINA! I was just thinking about how Damien was thinking about how he once had a partner who was weirded out by him drinking some water whilst having sex, and got me thinking 😏 sweet dom Damien who pours water into your mouth to make sure you’re hydrated in the middle of coitus, could you write a Drabble? It’s okay if not but I LOVE YOUR WORK 🤍🤍🤍

Uhhhh this was longer than I intended for it to be. I just couldn't help myself, this prompt was DELICIOUS. Smut under the cut!!!!

"Hey," a gentle caress to your cheek had you opening your eyes, so lost in Damien's more aggressive touches that you'd hardly registered the way his fingers grazed over your skin.

You looked up at him, fucked out and full of him. You liked having him above you like this, broad and muscular but still so soft; you liked the way he buried his face into the crook of your neck when he fucked into you, still needy to give and receive affection despite feeling you wrapped tight around his cock.

You tugged at the restraints around your wrists, bound steady to the bed frame. The struggle was just for show--you wanted him to know you were still enjoying yourself, that the discomfort of rope against flesh was something you enjoyed when paired with the harsh thrusts he delivered, pressing rough against the spot only he could find.

Damien's gaze hadn't flickered from you, eyes, half-lidded, still staring intently into your own. You whimpered, and he smirked, rubbing his thumb over your forehead.

"I know, baby," he kissed your nose, letting his lips trail down to your cupids bow before letting you capture his mouth with yours. "Doing so good, want you to give me one more."

"Give you anything you want if you stay inside me like this," you mumbled, voice hoarse from the wanton moans of his name you'd been letting out for the past god only knows how long. "Fuck me." You begged him to move, to push his hips hard against your own and tip you over the edge again.

You felt him throb inside of you, and the response your own body provided, fluttering around his hard cock, made you buck your hips, whining.

"Y'know, just a few minutes ago, you were telling me you couldn't take it..." He mused, and you felt him pull back slightly; every inch slowly dragging over your walls in a way that made your nerves go on high alert. You gasped, eyes closing again in satisfaction. "Why do you think I stopped? Couldn't bear to make you uncomfortable, princess, not if you feel like it's too much." He smiled with his top teeth.

"I can take it." You tried to tug a hand from your restraints, desperate to touch him, to trail a finger down his chest and over his stomach until you were able to touch the spot where you two connected. "Damien, please..."

He dipped his head down, resting his forehead to yours. "Your voice is scratchy."

"Been screaming your name for the past hour." You moved your head slightly, tilting it back to let your lips graze his. He kissed you, one hand finding its way under your back and pulling you closer to him, letting his cock nestle deeper into you. You let out a moan, sighing into his open mouth and letting him swallow the sound.

"Please," you wiggled your hips, "Damien, stop teasing. Fuck me."

"Not teasing," he lied, grinning, "Just checking in on you."

"Check in on me after you've made me cum on your cock again." You rolled your eyes, and he groaned at your words.

"Maybe I will." He rolled his hips, and you squealed, "But first, open your mouth."

You didn't know what to expect; you hoped maybe he'd dip his thumb between your lips, let you suck on it while he fucked you senseless. You did as he'd instructed, and watched as he leaned unceremoniously towards the nightstand to grab a mostly-full bottle of water.

You knit your brow, mouth closing, but he turned to you again, stoic, and you recognized the return of his more dominant nature.

"I'm serious, open your mouth," soft eyes countered his scowl. You opened your mouth once more, and Damien poured a thin stream of water over your tongue. You grunted softly to signal for him to stop when you'd had your fill. He put the cap back on the water bottle, tossing it to the foot of the bed. "What do you say?" He stroked his thumb over your jaw.

"Thank you." You leaned into his touch, your throat feeling much less cracked now.

"Good job, princess." He placed a hand on your hip, pulling you towards him as much as the rope on your wrists would allow.

"Does this mean you'll fuck me now?" Your question was breathy, his sweet words and gentle display of helping you drink made the way he dragged you over his cock all the more pleasurable; new waves of arousal washed over you.

"Yeah," he sighed, a small smirk etching itself onto his lips, "Just needed to make sure you could handle screaming my name for another hour."

[crystallizsch]

Hello! I really like your art and comics with Jamil and your OC. It looks very cute!

I just want your thoughts on this as a Jamil lover. I really like Jamil but Idk why??? I like him so much that I cry whenever I don't get his card or daily greetings at login. He's not usually my type like Izuku or Tanjiro. Just want to know your thoughts since you like Jamil hehe. It's ok if you don't respond!

AAH THANK YOU SO MUCH it means a lot to hear you like them i really appreciate it!! 💖💕💖💕💖

ANYWAYS as a jamil enthusiast i ask myself that question too 🤠;;

dont know what kinda hypnotizing magic he did on me but it worked bc i was incredibly neutral about jamil when i first saw him and now he lives in my head rent-free

okay in all seriousness i ended up rambling about jamil and why i like him personally and it ended up longer than intended so uh proceed with caution under the cut 🧍

(i had to look up the characters you mentioned,,, i know both of the anime but BARELY know the characters so idk how to compare other than they seem to be the benevolent hero/protagonist type???) (so on that note theyre actual opposites??? of jamil 😭)

okay so for me i personally just find jamil’s character really fascinating (and relatable???)

like his character arc drew me in i think, i legit do not recall 100% how i started liking him bc he was NOT my usual type either

i saw him before book 4 and went “okay” 🤷 and moved on 😭

my usual type is kalim actually (the sunshine type with a depressing reason for being all sunshine-y lmao) but. i did not vibe at first with how kalim looks so i didnt really get attached to him either 🤧 (im absolutely fine with him now tho 😭 ive learned to appreciate him more thanks to other kalim enjoyers)

(and tbf a lot of twst characters i didnt think i would like but here we are)

back to jamil. alright maybe it’s his looks. maybe bc he’s a pretty guy idk. but if that’s the case i wouldve been all over vil bc he’s the definition of beautiful gorgeous guy who doesnt fw with gender norms but im NOT. instead it’s JAMIL.

i think it doesn’t help that aladdin is one of my favorite disney movies too 😭 jafar has that two-faced, manipulative disposition with a side of dramatic, and insane and that’s. actually just jamil.

so maybe i guess what drew me in with jamil is that sense of theatrics, the dramatics ;;; that dichotomy of having that level-headed, intelligent front he puts up but then also having this unhinged, unfiltered side that he shows when he is free to be more himself

i’m a sucker for seemingly calm and collected characters on the outside and then their true self being WAY more different and expressive

(i think this would make more sense if you’ve seen aladdin and if you remember how jafar is like in the movie) (i am also choosing to ignore that ONE scene with jafar and jasmine towards the end iykyk) (and the twst characters shouldnt be considered one-to-one with their disney counterparts anyway but i digress)

also scalding sands event my beloved it might be what actually sold me on him bc things like his little sister reveal and his childhood stories wrecked me

(also also i’m obsessed with his canon dynamic with kalim but that’s another thing altogether)

or maybe it’s not that deep and that i just grew attached for no particular reason 🧍 (and that reasoning in of itself should be completely fine as well if that’s your case! just. like who you like, there really doesnt have to be a reason as long as you enjoy them)

uhhhh in conclusion,,, jamil’s a really complex character tbh i could say so much more about his relatability but i feel like im already exposing myself a lot LMAO and i dont think i can properly articulate with words anyway how deeper his character is beyond my surface level thoughts

[novaiisk]

Favorite headcanon for every ghoul! Go!

Every ghoul??? Oh god uhhhh

Ok its not every ghoul but the ones i think about the most ig, and i shouldnt say these are my favorite hcs but they are a few random ones that i decided were fun lol

Check em out below the cut

Sodo: That little mf loves to be weird and ominous and just stand all stoic like in dark hallways sometimes, staring with glowing eyes at whatever poor ghoul happens to be at the other end of the hall. It’s not actually all that scary and most ghouls just wave to him and move along with a chuckle but Aether often gets stopped in his tracks or tries to stare ominously back at him, only for Sodo to flinch towards him like he’s gonna run at him and for Aether to book it outa there holding his hands up.

Bonus: He steams when his emotions are high, literally steams. Steam flows out from his mouth, nose, ears, etc. Its kind of annoying sometimes, but at least it looks cool.

Aether: Big guy gives the best hugs in the entire ministry, some might say that they can even cure you of minor injuries or ailments. He is almost always met with eager open arms, and when he’s not (looking at you sodo) he will wrap them up tight and hold them close with a big ol smile anyway no matter how much they grumble and kick. Even sodo cant hide how great he feels when Aether finally lets him go and sends him on his way.

Bonus: Also killer at massages

Mountain: If he wasn’t constantly tapping out rhythms on any available surface wherever he went, he is very quiet. So quiet that sometimes its a jumpscare when all the sudden you hear a beat begin to be tapped out behind you. It’s honestly impressive how well he can pass unnoticed considering how tall he is but he likes to just listen in. Coincidentally, he knows all the gossip you could ever desire. If you have a secret, its best to bribe him now to never share it because its a good chance he already knows it.

Swiss: He and sodo vape together and set up a lil cozy spot to chill in while they do. Basically a blanket fort that they can hotbox on occasion. They think they are soooo cool lmao. Sodo has given him a few burns because of how much Swiss pokes fun at him, but playful bullying is swiss’ love language so its all in good fun. Also this mf is the biggest flirt ever, he has flirted with every ghoul, every sibling, and honestly every object that humors him. He thinks its fun. Generally just a great ghoul to hang around.

The ghoulettes: i honestly dont know much about them to my great dismay but i think they should all cuddle in a giant fluffy pile. Their cuddle piles are probably the best place to sleep in the ministry. Maybe too good actually, any ghoul who joins them has a very high chance of sleeping for much much longer than they had originally intended to. Often finding themselves overslept for some important task, but nothing beats how you feel when you finally wake up. Not tired like you sometimes do after a long sleep, but entirely refreshed.

Bonus Omega: Dude is a poetry nut but he’s embarrassed about most of the time

Bonus Alpha: Omega3’s biggest hater ( “I mean good for you guys but really? Right in front of my salad?” )

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Okaeri (a scrapped 'Another Level' scene)

Hello!! I decided to post this old draft of Rinko and Gojo's reunion after he was released from the Prison Realm to give you guys a lil look at just how much changed from when I originally started writing Another Level to where we are now.

This draft was something I wrote very early on, and by the time we got Gojo out of the Prison Realm, it didn't fit the story at all.

I'll provide a breakdown at the end to give more context and commentary, but the primary thing you'll need to know before reading is that, originally, I had intended for Rinko to stay in hiding and completely isolated throughout almost the entire 19 days. So, that's where she's at in this draft that I eventually scrapped completely 🙃

Happy reading 💕

If you haven't already, you can read Another Level on AO3 😊

*This work contains possible JJK Manga spoilers. Gojo x Original Female Character. Uhhhh. Implied smut?

Okaeri

2018

Twenty days.

It had been twenty days since he’d been sealed. 

Well, technically, it was nineteen and a few hours.

A glance at the clock told her it was still the middle of the night.

Around day eleven, Rinko asked herself when she’d become the kind of person who counted days like this.

She used to go weeks without speaking to him. Months without seeing him. It never bothered her before.

Got somethin’ real important to tell ya.

It was because he was still their win condition. 

Because they couldn’t win this without him.

Got somethin’ real important-

Probably didn’t help that she hadn’t left his damn condo in almost fifteen days now. She’d gone to let Shoko reassess her injuries and get the all-clear afterward because, apparently even Shoko didn’t fucking know where Gojo lived.

Secretive little shit.

Rinko had since learned that the list was shorter than she originally thought, only including her, Yaga, and Nanami.

Well, it only included her now-

Got somethin’ real-

Having gotten enough basic food to last her for a long time when she’d gone to see Shoko, she’d been isolated since.

And going fucking crazy.

At least the dreams had stopped. Mercifully, they’d stopped a few days after her fucking delusional wet dream.

Got somethin’ real important to tell ya.

Releasing a heavy sigh, Rinko forced herself out of the torturous safety of the bed. She needed to shower and get dressed. Wear real clothes and feel like a fucking human instead of a walking corpse just because her- best friend was gone.

She’d received a text earlier telling her to meet Hime, Shoko, and Yoshinobu at the Tokyo Tech campus because they had news, but she’d been asleep. So, she’d texted Shoko to let her know she would head that way soon.

Her body ached from the strain of moving for the first time in what felt like days. But she knew that wasn’t true. She’d forced herself to make food the day prior, staring at the stove as she made herself eggs and toast, wondering how much longer she’d be able to force herself to live like this.

Unable to help. She’d had to learn about Megumi from Shoko, unable to do anything to help. Knowing it was partially because Tsumiki-

The shower drowned her sobs and amplified them at the same time.

Pulling another one of Gojo’s sweaters over her head, she realized she needed to do laundry. She’d quickly run out of her own shirts, which she hadn’t been too worried about. But she drew the line at wearing his pants.

Grumbling to herself, she looked through her bag on the floor of his closet before moving into the bedroom to search through the pile near the hamper. She was not going to wear his pants. Even if she had to wear a dirty, gross pair of her own.

As she rifled through the pile, swearing briefly when she couldn’t find any, she continued mumbling.

“Fucking swear, I know I brought more than one pair. Where the fuck are they?”

She let out a small cry of relief when she finally found a pair at the bottom of his hamper.

“S’legs are too fuckin long anyway,” she said to herself, sticking her right leg in. “Would fuckin trip before I could-”

A quiet chuckle cut her off, halting with her left leg halfway into the pants. She blinked slowly.

She was really fucking losing it.

There was another chuckle, this time causing Rinko to whip around to see him standing in the doorway, smiling at her.

He was wearing the same clothes she’d last seen him in, his jacket ripped to shreds. His hands were in his pockets as he stared at her, blindfold nowhere to be seen.

“Nope,” she said, shaking her head. “Nope. Officially too far. Don’t care who it is on the council. I’ll just fucking- I’ll just kill all of them. I could do it. More than capable. Just a bunch of old fucks. I’ve gotta fucking leave this place.”

Yanking her pants the rest of the way on, she kept mumbling to herself as she refused to look at the specter in the doorway.

“Fucking hallucinating, great. Oh, Hime’s gonna fucking love this. Never let me fucking live it down. Know exactly what she’s gonna say, too: ‘I told you so, Rinko. I knew he’d drive you crazy someday.’ Fucking-”

Rinko cut off when she tried to walk through the door, ignoring the stupid apparition of her damned delusional, fucked up mind, only to find that this apparition was solid.

She blinked for a moment, staring straight at the hallucination’s chest.

Did she- was the door closed, and she just forgot? Had her crazy dumbass just fucking run into the door?

“Rinko,” it whispered, arms going around her waist as she stumbled. “Rinko-chan-”

“I have fucking lost it,” she breathed, tears in her eyes as it grasped her chin, forcing her to look up.

Bright blue eyes from her fucking nightmares at this point.

She closed her eyes immediately, squeezing them shut and willing herself to make it go away. To stop torturing herself.

“Rinko,” he repeated quietly. “I’m here. You might be crazy, sweetheart, but not that crazy-”

“Exactly what an insane person’s hallucination would say,” she stated.

Gojo laughed, the sound ripping her chest open. And she felt that void blow wide open with it as she realized she’d truly gone insane.

Completely broken and unhinged, and honestly, maybe Shoko would understand if she just crawled back into bed. Because, at this point, she couldn’t do it. Fully and truly, honestly couldn’t do it anymore.

“I always knew you liked me more than you admitted,” he teased, his voice sounding too real. “Open your eyes, baby.”

“You’re not fucking real,” she whispered, her voice cracking on the last word. “I-”

“Rinko,” he cut her off, his breath against her lips. “Rinko, baby, look at me.”

When she still didn’t open her eyes, he hummed quietly, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Baby,” his voice was amused now. “Don’t make me spank you-”

Her eyes shot open, irritation flooding her as she met his bright blue, glowing eyes as he grinned.

Only this asshole would-

“Thought that might get you to open them,” he murmured, chuckling when she scowled. “Baby, I’m here.”

Her face scrunched as he leaned even closer, nudging his nose against hers teasingly.

“Rinko-chan,” he breathed, his lips brushing hers. “I’m home.”

Not waiting for a reply, he pressed his lips to hers gently before moving his hand from her chin to tangle in her hair. His other arm stayed around her waist, pulling her so she was flush against him.

“Missed you,” he said, sucking her tongue into his mouth. “Missed you so much, baby.”

Tears were running down her cheeks, her mind still not believing what was in front of her was real. He ground his hips into her, moving to lick her neck and groaning when she whimpered quietly.

Giving in slowly, her hands grasped his shirt, fingers clenching the fabric as she sobbed.

“I- you were- I thought-”

“Couldn’t stay away from you,” he teased, sucking her pulse harshly, moaning as one of her hands went to his hair, tugging the strands lightly. “Had somethin’ important to tell you, remember?”

“You’re a fucking asshole,” she whined, feeling Gojo’s laugh rumble through her. “You can’t just-”

He silenced her by leaning back up, capturing her lips again, and slowly walking her backward.

“Shh, baby,” he hummed, biting her lip. “Just let me make you feel good. Been a bit, yeah? You miss me?”

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Commentary

Obviously, this is very different from what we had in Something Important.

As I said before, I wrote this early on. So by the time we got to Shibuya, this draft no longer fit. It just didn't fit who Rinko was as a person anymore. With the growth she experienced, especially in the few months leading up to Shibuya, she wouldn't react this way.

I've mentioned a few times that I hadn't intended to really include the Culling Game arc. And I still didn't, not really. But having Rinko hiding away and being scared of the higher-ups just isn't who she is. Especially when it comes to her kids' safety. Like hell would Rinko have just sat in isolation with no updates on the kids. Hell no. If they'd tried to get her to, she'd have stormed one of the barriers herself and killed anyone who got in between her and her kids.

I also felt this draft made it seem way too much like Rinko's life revolved around Gojo when it doesn't. So, having her sit around and count the days just felt cheap.

There was no way Rinko would have sat by while her kids were fighting for their lives like this. And there was no way, after the realizations and the growth she'd gone through, that she would crumble like this and allow herself to sink into things like this.

But on top of that, there was no way that Rinko would be able to just welcome Gojo back as her fuck buddy without her heart completely breaking in half after all the loss that she'd experienced at this point.

Personally, this would have ended up feeling far to emotionally detached from all the trauma and loss that the two of them have gone through, and it would have negated any positive character development we'd had up until then as well.

The more I've read this back over to write this lil commentary, the more I fall in love with how Something Important turned out. Because it genuinely felt like the perfect reunion for these two after everything that had happened.

If I remember correctly, I wrote this way back before I wrote I Say "Sayonara." Soooo, that should tell you something about how much had changed 🙃

Also, you'll notice a few small details that I snuck into other installments once I realized that this one was going to have to be scrapped.

One of them being the joke about Gojo's legs being too long for her to wear his pants, which I included in Fragmented Reality instead.

SO. There's that. A small look behind the curtain of one of the original drafts that was completely scrapped in favor of something much better 😂😂

Did I MAKE ANY SENSE?? I FEEL LIKE I DIDN'T BUT HOPEFULLY I DID 🫠🫠

ALSO, I will include a fun lil extra blurb that I was never able to include anywhere, and that made me sad because I found it hilarious:

They lay there comfortably for a few minutes, focusing on each other’s breathing.

“Yoshinobu!” she suddenly gasped out, causing Gojo to scowl down at her when she tried to shove him away. “Hime! I was supposed to meet them-”

“They already knew you weren’t going to make it,” he cut her off, swatting her hands and putting them back into his hair. “I told them I’d update you and get back to them.”

“Oh,” she breathed, settling back once more.

He lifted his head back up to look her in the eye, his gaze serious.

“And don’t you ever yell Gakuganji’s name after I’ve just cum inside you,” he deadpanned, pulling a breathless laugh from her. “I mean it, Rinko. That’s enough to make my dick shrink forever.”

“I’m sorry!” she gasped, the weight in her chest lifting with each giggle.

[seraphmaws]

(feel free to help with flag id, I don’t feel well enough to make them rn)

Neoidyn

A alternative term for Xenoidenity, Neoidyn is the same concept of xenogender, but rather than something relating to your gender, it applies to your identity. It can apply to your whole identity or only parts of it (which can include gender). Neoidyn can be used along side of xenos and is NOT anti-xenogender. Any gender can double as a Neoidyn (Examples, Catgender can be Catneoid, Boything can be used as a Neoidyn, and so forth). Neoidyn can be used by anyone and can be altered to fit one’s experience.

This is not a replacement for xenogenders, but rather a counterpart. More information under cut

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Here it is!! Ive had a fascination with xenogenders for years now and i’ve connected with many of them. However, i never could connect to them on a gender level, but rather on an identity level. The term xenoidenity seemed like the perfect term for me, though unfortunately, everything i’ve read about it claims it is meant to be inherently anti-xenogender. I never felt comfortable going ahead with using the term as i am pro-xenogender and firmly believe that one should identify as whatever makes them comfortable with themselves (as long as it’s not harmful *coughcough*radqueers*coughcough*). But there was a lot of confusion with the term as i saw a lot of back and forth between pro-xeno people reclaiming the term and anti-xeno people trying to maintain its anti-xeno intention. I’ve had enough and decided to coin this so i have some peace of mind and no longer worry about using a term that is against what i’m am firmly for.

(Edit: So uhhhh, when I started making this I had no idea xeniden already existed. But this one is meant to be an add on to existing terms while xeniden looks like you have to coin a separate term. There are also not many xenidens from what I’ve seen. I’m coining this for my own personal comfort, I hope this isn’t too much of a recoin)

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How It’s Used

Neoidyn is essentially meant to be compatible with all genders. That meaning any gender can be a Neoidyn. For example, you can take Catgender, change “gender” to “neoid” and boom, you’ve got Catneoid. For terms that don’t have gender in its name (Ex: Boything), you can leave it as is. Neoidyn is meant to be very open ended so it can fit any experience. Catneoid can mean:

- Identifying as a cat

- Identifying with cats

- Having a strong connection to cats

- Behaving like a cat

- Being cat kin/linked/hearted or a cat alterhuman

- Being catgender

- And anything having to due with cats that can be tied to identity

- As well as any of these examples combined

There is absolutely no wrong way to use Neoidyn. It’s essentially an add on to xeno/neogenders. Since Neoidyns are intended to use existing genders/terms as a base, there is no need to coin your own or make your own flags. You may, however, coin subterms for Neoidyn

This is not necessary, but if you’d like to indicate you use a xeno as a Neoidyn you can apply two dark bars in the corners of the flag like so:

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End note: I am NOT a mogai/liom blog, I’m just a silly lil editor and stimboard maker who wanted to fill a gap within his identity 😭 This is a one off thing and I won’t be coining anything else after this, my silly edits and stims will resume shortly. This also gave me extremely anxiety posting this and I don’t wanna go through that again lmao. I don’t wanna be too involved with this, I just wanna hand this to yall, let yall go wild with it, and be done. Like I said, I made this for my own personal comfort and at least if I have this out there other people may connect with this and I can have an easier time explaining my identity. Credit is absolutely not required, just go crazy

[jellypopjoo]

tied up. (suh kyungmin 서경민)

synopsis : your friend kyungmin who’s struggling with his recent college assignment, pleads for your assistance. so you help him with it, as well as with tying up his hair.

genre : fluff, friends with crushes

warnings : death jokes, uhhhh idk there’s a lotta fake bickering between you two ig??

wc : 1.3k

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this phone call had lasted way longer than you had intended, but that seemed to be a common theme when it came to your good friend kyungmin. he was never one to talk too much, except for when it came to you. he could talk for hours, even on autopilot.

“kyungmin, I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t die any time soon,” today’s topic… was a hectic one.

“y/n, y/n I’m terribly sorry but to be fair it’s this assignment’s fault,” kyungmin was losing his mind! but what else was new?

“I’m sure it’s not that bad,” defusing your friend was never your strong suit, with his bold and stubborn personality and all.

“not that bad…” oh, here it comes. “why don’t you try taking econ then, see how you like it!”

“absolutely not,” you shut him down quickly.

“okay then! so the least you can do is try to ease my pain,” and here comes the part where he throws in a request from you.

“good god, why did I befriend you?” you kid, a common theme between the two of you.

“to be honest y/n, I don’t wanna hear it,” you smile on the other end, because truth be told you did love his little attitude.

“yeah yeah, where are you at so I can make sure you don’t die early?” and you also did love him, so of course you’d give in to his requests.

“our usual spot of course,” ah yes, the campus quad, under the tree you both agreed looked like a bizarre version of the pokémon mew. “withering away… can’t hold out much longer…”

“you’re so dramatic, I’ll be there in a bit,” you smile to yourself once more.

“bring… snacks…” and then you roll your eyes at yet again another request.

“we’ll see. bye.”

-

finally managing to make it to the quad after about five minutes (which according to kyungmin time was an eternity), you finally spot your friend at the very spot he stated he was. he sat crisscrossed with his chin rested on one of his hands, textbooks sprawled on the grass. you speed walk towards him, careful not to make too much noise.

“hi, kyungmin,” you greet him, snaking your arms around his shoulders to hug him from behind. you feel a small jolt from his long frame, before he instantly relaxes upon realizing it’s you.

“y/n, what a relief,” he sighs while leaning his back into you, soon shifting to turn around and wrap his arms around your torso.

“I see you’re that excited to see me,” you say, taken aback by his embrace but still having your arms around him nonetheless.

“thrilled actually,” his voice is muffled as he speaks into your chest. “so if you don’t mind, I’m gonna stay like this for a bit.”

“if you insist,” you respond, and for a bit he does because it’s probably a solid minute before kyungmin finally lets you go.

“okay, okay. I’ve recovered,” he plants a small smile, eyes half open due to his drowsiness.

“so I’m the antidote to your studying sickness?” you tease as you always do.

“I thought that was obvious,” he says with a pout, enlarging his eyes.

“you’re ridiculous,” you laugh, because truly he is.

“ridiculous this, ridiculous that,”he rolls his eyes. “what’s really ridiculous is this godforsaken deadline.”

“okay, poor sap,” you smack a hand into his shoulder, then sliding yourself to sit opposite of kyungmin and his mess of textbooks. “just show me what you’re dealing with and I’ll try my hardest.”

“my hero!”

-

“I see you’re in your zone, kyungmin,” you’ve been observing your friend for the last few minutes as he’s been scribbling left and right, never looking up.

“huh?” he darts up to you the minute he hears your voice, the first he’s heard of it since a while. “oh, guess so.”

“question,” you probe him.

“hm?” he asks, tilting his head the slightest bit.

“have you ever considered cutting your hair?” you tread cautiously, because you don’t actually know what thoughts your friend has for his hair.

“hmmmm…” he looks away in thought, deeply considering your question.

“not that you need to!” you backtrack instantly, afraid you’d give him the wrong idea. “I like the length, but does it ever bother you like, especially because it’s warmer out now?”

“hm, a little I guess,” he admits, tugging at the ends of his shoulder length hair. “and I try to tie it up every now and then, but to be honest…”

“what?” you’re intrigued by his next words, him dragging them out.

“I don’t really…” he still hesitates, before he’s finally admitting it. “know how to use a hair tie.”

“you grew your hair and you don’t know how to work a teeny elastic…” you can’t believe what you’re hearing.

“I don’t need you shaming me!” he’s locks down into defense mode quickly.

“alright, alright,” you backpedal, deciding not to tease him today. “but at least let me help you.”

“yay,” he says straight faced. perhaps admitting he’s bad at something aside from his econ class brings him shame.

“give me the hair tie,” you demand, hand outstretched doing grabby motions.

“it’s on my arm,” he says, extending his right arm out to you. somehow, you didn’t even notice he had something attached to it.

“okay. one day I’ll probably use hyunwoo or yejun’s head as an example to actually show you how to use it, but for now I’ll just do it for you,” you say, dragging your friends into it as you remove the tie from his arm.

“y/n… you’re my lifesaver. what would I do without you?” he says with a pouty expression, you swear you see his eyes start to glaze over.

“I thought we’d already established you’d be dead,” you reply, dragging yourself to be positioned directly behind him.

“we did, didn’t we?” he nods.

“dork,” you can’t help but chuckle a little. but back to the task at hand. “do you want it in like, a low pony or half up?”

“I think half up is fine,” he answers surely.

“your wish is my command,” you rub your hands together, as if you’re a mosquito.

“okay, genie,” now he’s the one laughing.

you start grabbing pieces of kyungmin’s hair, smoothing out the top and making sure you’ve grabbed enough before you finally tie it all together with the band.

“alright done, now let’s see…” you shift back to where you were before right in front of him now, examining your hard work.

“is it fine?” he asks, eager to see the result of your hard work.

“ah, hold still,” you grab the right side of his face, tilting it so it’s angled more downwards. “I grabbed too much of your bangs…”

“oh,” kyungmin’s breathing stops as you pull away at his bangs, grabbing the few you accidentally tied up.

“okay!” you let go of his face and examine your work once more. “perfect as always, suh kyungmin.”

“ah… thank you,” he says, feeling the tiny pony tail you tied up. he attempts to hide the blush he didn’t even realize was growing on his face.

“of course!” you examine him fully, looking at every detail of his hair and face. but clearly more his features, and not the obvious cherry he turned into. “it suits you too, your bangs frame your face so nicely but you can hardly tell when your hair’s just down.”

“maybe I really do need to learn how to use a hair tie then,” he says in a chuckle, looking away from you now.

“you definitely do,” you laugh back.

“now uh…” he starts, but it seems he’s hesitating as he looks back up to you. “before we continue my suffering I mean studying, I have a question.”

“shoot,” you respond eagerly.

“…did you bring the snacks?”

[trickstarbrave]

concubine au part 8.... part 7 you can find here

uhhhh honestly this chapter is just filth. rly dirty smut ngl. im also still sick so i hope it's coherent but i had fun writing it. and nerevar at least has fun LOL

warning for like. pregnancy talk/kink i guess. but uhhhh thats been happening the last few chapters. not where i expected this to go as a story but okay

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Voryn was gone for a while, both for the dinner which was as awkward as intended, and for the after dinner mingling and drinks as was custom when you were hosting guests. 

A few hours flew right by, Nerevar napping for most of it. When he awoke, there was food waiting for him that he quickly scarfed down. He had been eating regular meals for a few weeks now with no issues, but part of his mind always savored the food. Too many times Anaryl would punish him with no food for the day, taunting him while he was hungry the whole while. 

Still, the longer he was awake, the more anxious he got. Voryn was gone a while--had he not slept that long? Or had something gone wrong. It wasn’t long until his restless energy had him pacing and frustrated. He wished he was there right now, making sure everything was going to plan and listening in. He’d often attend dinner parties and such, listening carefully to all the gossip and formulating plans. Not doing that left him nervous, nearly shaking with pent up energy and worry.

When Voryn finally came in, Nerevar was more than relieved, even as Voryn immediately sat him down and began fussing over him.

“I told you to rest.” Voryn scolded him, his voice still gentle. 

“I did.” Nerevar replied. “I napped, then I ate…” He sighed. “But I just couldn’t relax after that. You were out there, and I didn’t know what was going on, I couldn’t plan…” 

“Shhh,” Voryn hushed him, “Everything went very well, Neht.” Voryn stroked his cheek, the affectionate and gentle touch helping relax Nerevar. “I can tell you all about it and we can think of a plan together, alright?” 

“I’d… Appreciate that.” Now he just felt stupid getting so worked up over nothing. He knew Voryn could take care of himself, he just didn’t like not knowing what was going on, especially in such a difficult situation they were in.

“Here,” Voryn sat beside him, wrapping an arm around Nerevar. “Just relax for a moment, alright?” Voryn stroked his back through the comfortable sleeping robes he was wearing. “I won’t leave you here if it makes you this anxious, alright?” 

“No, if you need to--”

“If I need to.” Voryn stressed. “I just had you stay here to rest, but I don’t want you to be nervous, alright?” Voryn then gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. “In the future I’ll try not to mingle with them without you.”

“What happened then?” Nerevar asked, after the shaking in his hands subsided. Voryn said it went well--maybe there was something Nerevar could use. 

“Not much, but I think I sold our little act well.” Voryn explained. “Dres Galar thought he had something to use against me: the knowledge of the birth control you were taking.” Nerevar made a sour face. “He was hoping to use the fact the drug can cause infertility to either make my act slip, or persuade me to ship you back.”

“And what did you say?” 

Voryn glanced away sheepishly. “I… Leaned into the role.” He began. “I figured the best way to approach it would be to give a very… Uncomfortable response.” He then coughed awkwardly. “Make myself seem to be quite the monster absolutely sick with want.” 

“Come on, spit it out.” Nerevar prodded him, smiling slightly from how flustered he was getting. 

“I told him I already knew about the drug and its effects.” That much was the actual truth. “And that I had the healers lie to you and say you were infertile.” Nerevar raised an eyebrow. “I then continued saying I… Intended to use it against you. You wouldn’t know to use protection if you thought you couldn’t conceive, and after you were lulled into a false sense of security…” 

“Oh…” Nerevar’s cheeks were slightly flushed. Certainly, that would be a pretty unhinged thing to say that he didn’t think even Dres Galar saw coming. Still though, it would help further their act. 

If only he could stop thinking about how weirdly arousing it was. 

“Does that sort of talk bother you?” Voryn asked, no doubt concerned given the last time the subject of infertility was brought up Nerevar burst into tears for no reason. 

“Not really,” Nerevar shook his head. “I know this is for our act, and you did really well playing it off like that. It does sell the whole dynamic we’ve made.” He hummed softly. “I think I can even come up with a few ways to play with that little idea you’ve thrown around.” 

“Oh?” Voryn asked. “Already thinking of a new plan?”

Nerevar looked back at him with a sly grin.

“You’ll probably be working in your study again tomorrow right?” Voryn nodded, also grinning slightly back. “And you���ll want your concubine in there, at your side, to admire while you work until you take a break…”

“Go on.” Voryn replied, still rubbing circles on his back. 

“A spy will at least be listening in, no doubt…” Nerevar climbed up on Voryn’s lap now, straddling him as Voryn’s hand trailed lower down his spine. “Wouldn’t it be fitting for a cruel man such as yourself to be fantasizing about it, whispering to your poor concubine how badly you wished I could have your baby… Taking delight in how I had no idea you were going to knock me up eventually?” He was practically purring in Voryn’s ear now, before Voryn’s hand dipped down to Nerevar’s ass now, groping him and earning a low groan from Nerevar’s lips. 

“Naughty little thing…” Voryn whispered back. “That is an excellent idea, isn’t it?” 

--

Nerevar was seated on the lounge in Voryn’s office, eagerly waiting. He was almost giddy with excitement, watching Voryn look over various reports, make notes, write in code, and sign documents. Occasionally they’d make eyes at each other, from friendly smiles to flirty glances, while Nerevar tried to keep himself entertained. But by this point he was barely reading the words, his eyes simply glazing over at the pages of his book, instead fantasizing. He even chastised himself for fantasizing too enthusiastically on multiple occasions, before that too faded as he instead could only think about what was to come.

Then finally—finally—Voryn set all of his papers aside, motioning for Nerevar to come closer. With a feigned sigh of annoyance he got up, moving to climb up onto Voryn’s lap and straddle him once more.

“My my,” Voryn remarked with a smirk, “You’re certainly well behaved today~”

“Just get it over with…” Nerevar groaned, though his hips were already squirming as Voryn’s hand began to slide up his thigh.

“You should know me better by now, Neht.” Voryn kissed gently at his neck. “I love indulging in you far too much to simply get it over with.” Nerevar shuddered as Voryn’s lips trailed down his sensitive neck in hot, wet kisses. He was already excited and trying desperately to keep his reactions under control, but fuck did Voryn make that a difficult task.

Then, Voryn’s hand slid up further, completely missing his arousal and instead rubbing gently at his lower stomach. Nerevar could have whined just from that, instead suppressing it by biting his lip. A spy from House Dres couldn’t see them in the privacy of the office, but they could hear so acting it out mostly would help make the sounds convincing. 

“Mm… Gods,” Voryn nipped at his ear now, making Nerevar hiss sharply. “I wish you were pregnant with my child.” A full shiver ran down Nerevar’s spine hearing that. Voryn sounded so convincing, his voice trembling slightly.

“I can’t--” Nerevar hissed, still squirming, “Remember?”

“I’m so disappointed in you for using that damn drug…” Voryn gave an annoyed sigh. “You could have seriously hurt yourself.”

Nerevar was trying desperately to play along now, wishing more than anything that Voryn was touching him so much more than he already was. The gentle strokes on his skin weren’t enough--they were more teasing than anything.

“Ah…” Nerevar gasped softly as Voryn opened his robes to expose his chest, beginning to kiss down from his throat. “Would you prefer I’d have been forced to have that bastard’s child…?” He was trying his hardest to sound disgusted and annoyed, but that was so hard to manage when it felt so good.

“You know I would have loved any child you had.” Nerevar shivered again at that. “I’m certain any child you could have would be perfect.” His words were honey sweet, like someone talking to a lover, whispering sweet nothings and beautiful little promises. 

“Stop it--” Nerevar groaned louder, before Voryn’s tongue flicked against a nipple. 

“I’d have raised them as my own,” Voryn continued, “So long as I could have you…” One of his hands now slid up the back of Nerevar’s thigh, massaging the muscles. The words were honestly kind of touching, if he thought Voryn actually meant them. Certainly Voryn would ensure the kid had everything he needed, but he’d never go so far as to say Nerevar should have had a child he didn’t want. To keep the act up, Nerevar instead grit his teeth, pushing the warm, fuzzy feelings down. 

“I don’t want a fucking child!” He growled, putting as much venom as he could into his words. “Especially not from that House Dres bastard--!” He channeled all the rage he felt when Anaryl would hold him down, mocking him. However, at his outburst, Voryn’s sharp nails pricked his thighs, digging in just enough that it started to hurt. At the small pricks of pain on his inner thighs he was groaning loudly, somewhere between pain and pleasure. 

“Behave yourself…” Voryn scolded, before his hand instead moved up, slipping past Nerevar’s undergarments to his arousal. His lips then close around a nipple, swirling his tongue around it and the nice, gold studs Voryn had put on him. Nerevar was whimpering now as his lips pulled away, now gently nibbling on the sensitive bud, his fingers only teasingly stroking him. “Gods… You really do get off on me punishing you, don’t you?”

“I don’t--” Nerevar tried to argue, but was cut off with another nip to his chest, a pathetic sound falling out of his lips somewhere between a sharp cry and a choked whimper. 

“Mm… Once again your body is honest…” Voryn purred. “You’re so wet for me…” Two fingers slid inside him, making him gasp and pant with desire, trying to rock his hips back against the sensation. “You were just as wet the first night I took you too… Laid out on my bed in chains, whipped until you could barely struggle, taking every inch of me into this perfect body of yours…”

“Stop it…” Nerevar groaned again. The mental image wasn’t unwelcomed though, all things considered. Maybe it was because he was already incredibly turned on, but the idea of being tied or chained up just for Voryn was also arousing. 

“If I could,” Voryn began, his fingers moving faster, “I’d find a way to cure you. If you don’t want a child from that man, I’m certain you’d love one from me…” Nerevar gripped Voryn’s shoulders tighter as Voryn thrusted against the perfect spot, making his legs tremble. The noises spilling from his mouth were quickly turning to pleasure, as he felt his orgasm coming on. “Oh Neht…” Voryn's voice took on a new tone, this time desperate and sick with want. “You’d look so perfect, heavy with my child…” He moaned softly against Nerevar’s skin, before leaving another mark on his collarbone. “I’d finally have made your body all mine~” 

Fuck, Nerevar was close. So damn close--he just needed a bit more, just a bit more--

Voryn suddenly slipped his fingers out, just as Nerevar reached the edge, earning a loud, angry cry. Still, he had no time to protest as Voryn quickly shoved his back to the desk, pulling his legs open. 

Well, Nerevar hadn’t expected Voryn to actually fuck him on his desk. He thought it would be Voryn taking him on the lounge, or Nerevar riding him on the chair. However this was very welcomed, Nerevar more than eager to part his legs and lick his lips as Voryn quickly began tugging his own robes open and Nerevar’s underwear off. Still, Nerevar wanted to use the freedom he had knowing they weren’t being watched, and slid two fingers down to roll them around his dick as Voryn stripped down to nothing but his inner robes barely clinging to him. He made eye contact with Voryn as he did so, smirking the whole while, before Voryn pulled his hand away and pressed his cock inside. 

“I want every part of you, Neht.” Voryn moaned, giving a few gentle thrusts at first. “I want to have you in a way no one else ever will…” The possessive tone of his voice was only exciting Nerevar more as Nerevar looped a leg around Voryn, clinging to him. “I love your anger, your tears, and every little moan of pleasure that spills from your lips…” 

“Fuck~!” Nerevar groaned. It sounded like a hell of a love confession, one Nerevar desperately wanted to be true. 

“No one else can love you like I can,” Voryn groaned, laying out over his body and pressing messy kisses to his jaw. “No one else deserves you--you perfect, dangerous, intoxicating thing…” 

“Stop talking like that~” Nerevar moaned loudly, despite loving every second of it. “Stop talking like a lover while you--while you do this~” 

“Oh? But I am your lover, aren’t I?” Voryn pressed a quick, messy kiss to Nerevar’s lips. “Mmm~ If I could marry you, I would… I’d make you my husband, Neht~” Nerevar shuddered and whined at the idea. House Dagoth would never allow it; Nerevar was legally a slave in the eyes of the public, barely good enough to warm Voryn’s bed. But gods he’d love to be clothed in House Dagoth’s robes, golden marriage mask on his face, and wedded to Voryn. “I only ever want children from you too…” Voryn nipped and sucked along his neck, as Nerevar felt his orgasm coming on once again. “I’ll pray to the three every damn day in hopes of a miracle--I’d even name your child my heir~” 

He finally came, gasping and moaning under Voryn as Voryn continued to fuck him hard and fast, chasing his own completion. He continued to talk, moaning and whispering the sweetest things in Nerevar’s ears, but he was too far gone in his own pleasure to hear it. Every nerve in his body felt so wonderful, tingling and alight with pleasure. 

“That’s it…” Voryn whispered as he too found release, listening to Nerevar moan once again. “So good for me, taking everything…” He then rubbed back and forth against Nerevar’s cock, making him gasp and tremble. 

“S-stop…” He whined. “I can’t--”

“Yes you can,” Voryn cooed. “Cum for me, Neht.”

“I-I can’t~!” He was trembling, pleasure overwhelming him. 

“I want to make sure my seed takes.” Voryn purred in his ear, earning a long, sharp whine. It was an old wives tale that an orgasm made you more likely to conceive. It was like he was actually trying to knock Nerevar up right now, holding him down, whispering and praising him the whole while, all while Nerevar could feel Voryn’s cum inside him. 

“I can’t--get pregnant…” Nerevar groaned, his eyes rolling back slightly. 

“It’s just a little fantasy, Neht…” Voryn whispered. “Just give me this…” Fuck, it was just like the little lie Voryn told to the noblemen from House Dres. That he intended to lie to Nerevar, lulling him into a false sense of security… 

Nerevar covered his mouth with his hand as he came, muffling all the words spilling from his mouth. No doubt it would be incoherent babbling for the most part, but he didn’t want a spy hearing anything they shouldn’t. 

“Good boy…” Voryn whispered in his ear. “Such a good boy for me…” Voryn peppered more kisses on his cheeks as he came down from the high of his orgasm for a second time. “Now, let’s get you all cleaned up for dinner…”

[elkonigin]

Good morning lovely! (well, it's morning here anyway)

For the fanfic writer asks - 🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

Hello lovely! Thank you for the ask, @mamabearcat! *waves*

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants? Uhhhh, well, I start out with an outline and very good intentions of following it. Annnd, then I just stop. It's okay though, because things usually turn out better than they would've if I'd kept to it. But at the same time, it also makes things much, much longer than I initially intended.

Supersum was supposed to be 50 chapters. We've already doubled that. Ghost was 6. It is over 4x that long. Lethe was a one shot. It is currently 4 chapters long. Objects in space was supposed to be a 20k oneshot. It was triple that and 6 chapters.

I have a problem. 🤣

From the Fanfic Emoji Writer Ask post. Feel free to ask a question!

[cookinguptales]

dealer's choice for a reading! be as silly or serious as you want with it ; )

Got a lot of requests for mushrooms rn, so let's mix it up and do pulp.

(Five of Swords, Strength, Five of Pentacles)

Hmm. Well. IIRC, you usually like getting silly readings rather than serious ones. If I were to do a serious reading here, I don't think either of us would like it. (tl;dr life is currently full of struggles but you have the inner strength to deal with it, etc.)

So uhhhh let's just go for something silly.

(For the uninitiated, we used to play games sometimes where we'd write silly stories using the pictures on the cards instead of doing a serious reading! I stopped offering that option as much once I started getting more takers each night. It takes longer to come up with a story, especially a stupid one. And this is about to be really stupid.)

OKAY so once upon a time there was a soldier who was like "Gosh, it sure does seem like the five of swords is a card of conflict and pyrrhic victory. That seems like kind of a downer so fuck that," and instead he went on an adventure.

As it turns out, though, learning to handle a sword offers up limited career opportunities, and he eventually turned to the circus, where he learned how to do sword swallowing. While there, he met a very beautiful lion tamer. He was very certainly down to clown (no circus pun intended) but as it turned out, she was largely uninterested.

Broken-hearted and without access to a therapist who would've helped him work through his emotions, he fled the circus that had become his home and instead went to The Big City of... um... Milwaukee. Sure.

He lurked the streets of Milwaukee, drowning his sorrows in cheese curds and beer, and he was generally directionless until one day he came across a lady with a baby.

To his surprise, the baby was kind of the brains of the operation here. Its eyes glowed and it spoke in a deep voice and the lady was just one of its many minions that stole cash, jewels, and baby formula for it.

The ex-soldier ex-geek was like "holy shit" and I mean. He was gonna peace out, obviously, but then he really thought about it. He'd followed a king and he'd followed a ring master, and both of them had kind of sucked. So was a demon baby thing really that much worse?

no

So he became the horrifying child of the corn's right-hand man and eventually learned how to funnel his feelings of restless uselessness and abandonment into jewel thievery and also an art therapy program in nearby Sheboygan.

the end

[outoutdamnspark]

Promise

Prompt drabble for @bubblymilkgalaxy, who requested “  you don’t have to deal with this alone.  ” with their lovely OC, Sugi.

(Sadly, tumblr apparently friggen ate my post when I went to save it as a draft, so we’re doing this, instead. >_<)

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(word count is 1,894?!)

This got much longer than I intended it to, but uhhhh. Considering how patient you’ve been and that you’ve been waiting over a week for this, I’m pretty okay with the length. 😅

Thank you so much for the ptompt, and thank you for letting me write your OC! (Sugi is the absolute sweetest, I love her~)

(CW: fluff and warm-fuzzy feelings. Ingo holds a baby.)

For added softness, here’s what I was listening to while I wrote~

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It’s late when he arrives in Jubilife. 

The lanterns have already been lit, the streets bathed in their warm glow as the sun finishes setting; Ingo is thankful for their light as he takes the steps up to Galaxy Hall two at a time.

He makes his way inside, so focused on reaching his destination that he seems locked in a stupor, and he breezes down the corridor so swiftly that he very nearly doesn’t notice the woman standing firm in the doorway until he almost runs directly into her.

Ingo blinks. 

Miss Pesselle is barring his way.

Ingo feels his face beginning to burn with embarrassment. “I… I apologize, Ma’am,” he starts. He pauses to clear his throat, his voice dry and gravely from lack of recent use. 

But the medic arches a brow at him, holding his next stumbling words in place inside his mouth. 

“I’m going to have to ask you to slow down, Warden.” Her tone is stern, though not unkind, and she tilts her chin ever-so-slightly in a way that softens her expression. “I know you’re eager, and it’s incredibly sweet.” She nods behind her, into the room and its hidden occupant. “But please keep in mind the stress they’ve both just gone through?”

Ingo swallows thickly. He attempts to peer around Pesselle’s shoulder to see inside the room behind her, but she leans her weight to the side to obscure his line of sight.

Ingo curls his fingers against his palms to try and ground himself, wishing he had a way to shake out the excess nervous energy that wouldn’t come off as overly rude.

“Is she…? Did… Are they…?”

The medic huffs, shaking her head with a faint smile. “They’re both fine, Warden. I’d have told you if they weren’t.” 

Finally, finally, she steps aside, though she holds up a hand to stall him just long enough to say, “Farthest bed back, and remember, calm; she’s exhausted.” Pesselle drops her hand and nods once more, waving him on through. Ingo has just barely passed her when she murmurs, “Congratulations on the daughter, by the way.”

Ingo ducks his face, tugging the brim of his cap down to hide the new blush searing across his cheeks, and hurries further into the room. He focuses on the bed at the very back near the wall, still mostly hidden behind the privacy screen, and tries to ignore both Pesselle’s chuckling and his own pounding heart. 

‘Daughter…?’

(He knows he should feel guilty for the rush of warm fondness the thought brings to him, but finds he simply… can’t.)

Ingo slows his steps as he nears the bed, softening his footfalls. His hand trembles slightly as he places it on the edge of the privacy screen to help him round it; his breath steals as he steps inside. 

“...Oh.”

Miss Sugi looks up at the sound of his quiet exclamation. She looks tired, tousled, but otherwise alright. For a moment she seems mildly startled - then, softly, like a gentle dawn, a smile blooms across her face. “Mr. Ingo!”

Ingo releases the breath trapped in his lungs and slowly sinks into a waiting chair beside the bed. Relief pools like a tincture in his chest, bidding him to reach out and wrap an arm around his dear friend’s shoulders, pulling her into a careful hug. 

“Oh thank Sinnoh,” he breathes; “I was so worried.”

Sugi laughs as she hugs him back with one arm, the sound quiet and sweet as stream water. “Thank you,” she whispers against his temple. “For coming all this way.” She lets him cling to her for a few long moments before leaning back out of his hold to prop herself up against the bed pillows. 

“Of course, Miss Sugi.” He lets her pull away, sitting back in his chair so that he isn’t hovering over her. His lips tug upwards at the corners into a faint, fond smile. 

She returns it, and despite the exhaustion making its home in the shape of her, the warmth and gratitude are clear. 

Shifting her grip on the small, blanket-wrapped bundle nestled in the crook of her arm, Sugi holds it out towards him. “Would you like to hold her?” she asks, carefully tucking the edge of the blanket away from the baby’s face.

Ingo feels his heart flutter. His hands raise without his bidding, fingers twitching slightly as he holds himself back from something he hadn’t realized until this very moment that he (evidently) desperately wants. He swallows. “Are… are you certain?” He looks from the swaddled babe up to Sugi’s face, eyes wide and hopeful even through his trepidation.

Sugi just nods, a soft laugh trickling from her lips. 

Ingo’s hands tremble. He reaches for the precious passenger held securely in his companion’s arms - terrified and excited in equal measure, in a quiet sort of way that causes him to hesitate several times. He reaches, then pulls away, only to reach again, until his fear and gentle want break even, and Sugi takes matters into her own hands by reaching one out to catch at Ingo’s own. 

“Here,” she tells him, pressing the child into the bend of his elbow and maneuvering his arms until they’re curled just so. “Like this.” She slips her hands away, leaving Ingo to hold the most priceless treasure he’s ever been unworthy to hold. 

Warm.

The babe in his arms is warm and weighty and oh, so alive - even sound asleep, squirming unconsciously closer to where his heartbeat thumps against the inside of his chest. He stares down at it in disbelief, and feels something that had once been hollow inside him, for so long that he’d grown used to it, finally fill to the brim. 

“What’s her name?” he asks, surprised and yet not to hear the quaver in his voice.

(He does not see the way that Sugi watches them both - soft, proud, adoring, but also tinged with worry. Her eyes turn sad at the corners, and she dips her head to hide it from him lest he look back up.)

“...Nary,” she says at length.

Ingo doesn’t notice the pause before her answer, too preoccupied with brushing the back of one finger down the sleeping baby’s cheek. “Nary…” he repeats in wonder. When he lifts his gaze to Sugi, his eyes are wet with unshed tears. “Bravo, Miss Sugi.”

She smiles at him, though it’s strained, tight; this one, Ingo notices. 

“...Miss Sugi?”

Sugi sighs. Looking down at her newborn daughter in Ingo’s hands, she wrings her own in the bedsheets. It takes her a moment to speak, but Ingo is patient and waits for her to find her words.

“They think she’s yours. The… Everyone.”

Ingo blinks. This is not a particularly new development; he’s heard people refer to him and Sugi as husband and wife before, remembers how not ten minutes ago, Pesselle had congratulated him on the birth of “his” daughter. It has never really bothered him before, but thinking on it now, he realizes that perhaps his own ambivalence towards the misconception is not a shared sentiment. 

(And yet, he cannot deny the way the thought of fatherhood makes something deep in his heart seem to calm - like the sea settling after a storm, or the quietude of night as it falls.)

The warden purses his lips, natural frown turning further downward. “I…” He pauses, thinking of what to say. Taking a deep breath, he gently shifts little Nary in his hold, rocking her slowly to help himself ground. “It does not bother me,” he confesses. “And if it would help you both in any way, then I will happily play the role.” He risks a glance back up at his friend, trying to read her expression, but Sugi’s head is still tucked down.

Ingo presses on. “I say this with no expectations. You are very dear to me; I simply wish to be allowed to stay at your side.” He flicks his gaze back to the tiny girl pressed over his heart. “Both of you. If… if you will let me.”

He keeps his eyes on Nary - precious thing - and gives Sugi time unobserved to process his words. He is rewarded by the faint, watery sound of his friend inhaling through parted lips. 

“...They’ll talk,” she whispers. 

Ingo lifts his eyes slightly, just enough to watch Sugi’s hands twist the blanket into anxious knots. Slowly, he nods. “They will,” he agrees - because it’s true, the village seems to thrive on gossip at times. “But then again, they always do, about anyone that isn’t themselves.”

Sugi snorts in reply, though the sound is pained. “She doesn’t look like you.” She finally looks up from her hands, settling her gaze on Nary instead. 

It’s enough for Ingo to see her face. 

Adjusting his arms until he can safely free one of his hands, Ingo reaches out and places it over one of Sugi’s own, his lips tilting up at the corners in a tiny, genuine smile. “We will think of something.” He gives her hand a careful, timid squeeze.

But instead of his words comforting her, Sugi sucks in a shaky breath and shakes her head sadly. “I don’t want them whispering about you,” she admits, voice little more than a rasp. “You’ve been nothing but kind since we met - you don’t deserve–”

Ingo can already see where this is going, can see the worry mixing with her exhaustion, can see his friend beginning to spiral; he squeezes her hand again and shushes her quietly. “Miss Sugi,” he calls gently. He rubs his thumb across the backs of her fingers in a slow, soothing rhythm. “I am quite accustomed to being gossiped about. It is simply a product of my existence as a stranger to these lands.” He tries to stretch his smile into something reassuring, hopes it’s successful. “And regardless of time and familiarity, I am, at the root of it all, an outsider. People will think what they will of me, and I have long since accepted this as fact.”

The warden tilts his head further, ducking slightly, willing his friend to meet his eyes and see how sincere he is. “I am unbothered,” he repeats. His smile slips away, back into a frown. “But… I also understand that my own situation is much different than yours. If you would rather I stay aw–”

And now it’s Ingo’s turn to be interrupted. 

“No!” Sugi softly gasps, her own hand turning under Ingo’s and catching at it anxiously. Her head comes up from her chest and she stares at him with wide, misty eyes. “Please no. Please don’t leave.”

Slowly, so, so slowly, afraid to push too far and overstep, Ingo folds their hands together, palm to palm. He does not entwine their fingers; he does not know if that would be too informal. 

“You have my word, Miss Sugi.” With that same careful slowness, Ingo’s smile creeps back up at the corners of his mouth, honest and quiet. “I am not going anywhere.”

Sugi doesn’t answer him with words at first; instead, she clutches his hand tightly in a trembling grip and allows the tension to drain from her stiff and shaking shoulders.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“Of course,” he whispers back. His smile grows infinitesimally wider.

“I’d never leave you to do this alone.”

Not much is said after that. Ingo sits at his friend’s bedside until she slips into much needed sleep, and cradles a daughter that is not his own but already loves as if she were.

[gingerhastoomanyobsessions]

UHHHH IDK like anything autistic or mentally ill abt him??

buddy you don’t even KNOW

ok so. my guy rob goes from all prim and proper and “✨ oh rather! ✨” at the castle to “RATS” due to a variety of factors not limited to

the trauma of being knocked out, attacked, and enthralled by a vampire (who is also a guy he thought he could trust— sure, he only knew him for like half an hour, but he thought the count was nice and suave and also kinda cute and then oh god oh fuck)

and also hypervigilance and hatred of falling asleep esp in “vulnerable places” since drac first attacked him when he passed out. kinda has a 24/7 fear that Drac could decide to use him as a juicebox again at any given moment

Dracula-induced brainfog— after being enthralled, he kinda finds it harder to think/his processing speed has been slowed down. it’s a side effect of being enthralled, but it’s also def worsened by the fact that this already happens to him when he’s stressed. sometimes he just sits/lays there and does absolutely nothing because of the brain fatigue

Drac being able to talk in his head and also impact his emotions to some degree (my guy feels like. echoes? of drac’s feelings. like when Drac gets angry Rob might randomly feel angry too and have no idea why. mostly manifests as mood swings)

sudden and kinda concerning hunger for blood, since drac bit him back at the castle

and autism. rob’s been a very skilled masker all his life but when the above things quite suddenly came into play, it means he no longer has the stamina to pretend to be neurotypical and frankly doesn’t have the energy to care. bigger fish to fry. think of the scene w Van Helsing where he goes from all “✨ thanks! I’m feeling much better ✨” to “keep your filthy hands to yourself” in less than a minute. buddy boy tried the ‘I’m sophisticated I’m nt and I think about blood only a normal amount’ and fell flat on his face the second stress (new person, van helsing) entered the picture

Rob’s genuine laugh is a little giggle. the “heh heh” thing he does after getting greebled by drac is actually a stress stim he’s had all his life that has just become very prominent because. gestures to everything. same w his weird movements and posture; when he’s going through it, he tends to raptor-arm and hunch over, and there’s no more extreme form of Going Through It than having your brain invaded by an undead abomination. his transatlantic accent he uses at the castle is a deliberate affectation, he has his real accent from Midwest America (like Dwight Frye, he’s a kansas boy) when he’s too AAAA to put the transatlantic voice on

Remus Marlowe, the guy whose name I stole and who was inspired mostly by the book, isn’t impacted whatsoever by eating bugs and critters (it’s just the placebo effect and mental eelness that makes him think so). Robert, on the other hand, was bitten by Drac and partially turned at the castle, so he’s developed a genuine craving for blood that he’s been addressing by eating “not human lives— but small ones.”

at the end of the movie, renfield gets yeeted down a staircase. this always bugged me (pun intended) because. well. he got bitten. he should be vampire’d. so that happens to Robert. he wakes up at the foot of the stairs a couple of hours later, dazed and confused. pro: no more Drac in brain! con: vampire now, and he’s not sure how he feels about that.

[weltonreject]

hi :)) i just wanted to pop into your ask box to tell you that i've been following you for quite some time, i've been here silently throughout your manuscript writing and your career developments and whatnot, and i've followed and unfollowed lots of people but never you! i guess i just wanted to say that i'm always rooting for you, i always rejoice in the accomplishments you choose to post about here. maybe it's some writer solidarity lmao. but anyways, just sending love and support and i hope to hear lots more from you in the future <333

sorry i kept this one in my pocket for a little bit longer than i intended! you sent this and then uhhhh some wild (positive) career stuff happened and i was like... well this feels too apropos... and i had to turn away from both you and God looking directly at me, apparently. going to take that blessing and bolt...

regardless: this message is so kind thank you so much for popping in (and for following for so long??!!) i really truly respect you for staying through lost & stolen (in some way shape or form i'm sure i did/don't shut up about her...), grad school (and the subsequent times i almost dropped out bc my advisors liked to use my confidence like a hand towel aksldjalsk), and all my editing/EIC woes... all my love and respect to YOU! thank you for tagging along!

i hope your writer's journey has been just as eventful but way smoother sailing. may your accomplishments be many and your grievances be few!!! xoxo

[caskunart]

The images are (by row, top to bottom, left to right): Chance+Sham, Chance+Sham, Capricia+Gwain+Andromache+Tzu kinda, Thessalyn, Chance+Sham (2015-2021 art improvement meme), Fenrah, my tortle from DnD, Basil, and finally Chance (again). All images are cropped; full versions on my website, which is linked at the bottom of this post if you want to skip to that!

So, hi there! I used to post a bunch of art related to Abigail Hilton’s novels here, primarily those set in the world of Panamindorah; the Pirates of Wefrivain series, and the Prophet of Panamindorah and associated short stories. You can scroll back if you want to see that, but it’s all quite old and not very good. Still, I have unpassword-protected this blog, so you may view it if you so wish.

I no longer post on Tumblr, but I thought I’d let any interested fans (of Abbie, not me) know that I have a website I update occasionally where I share fanart of her works (alongside DnD art, original art, and works for other assorted fandoms — it’s primarily Panamindorah/Abbie art, though). The above artworks are (cropped) examples of what’s on the site. Each image comes with an associated mini-ramble (much shorter than a real ramble).

Please note that Neocities free accounts have some bandwidth issues; the introduction on my art page explains a little more of what to expect from a site like this (in general, this is very much ‘amateur, free, static’ web design, as opposed to something professional. tl;dr: it loads like shit. You may find that charming, you may not).

I also have a Dreamwidth, where one can leave anonymous (or logged-in) comments regarding my art, or start a conversation (you don’t have to care about my art to talk to me), and where I plan to post rambles (many of which will be related to Abbie’s works...again, primarily those set in Panamindorah, and to be quite honest, mostly Prophet of Panamindorah...I’m a Chance Windar man, myself). I’m not a prolific poster, so if this sounds interesting, but the idea of being flooded with art and rambles doesn’t, fear not. Although, if you like people who make things with great speed, uhhhh... (creeps back into boggy, slow-paced swampland). Can’t provide, don’t plan to.

Please note that this is not a portfolio-style website. WIPs, unfinished works, scribbles, doodles, and other scraps find their way onto my website, alongside more polished/complete/almost-complete works. I like that sort of thing, but you might not. There is also an on-site blog, although it’s mostly for ‘assorted nothings’. Lengthy entries will probably end up on Dreamwidth.

My second note is that there are (or will be) three art pages; the first is mostly SFW, although there is mild shelt (or other ‘fantastical people with no obvious genitalia’) nudity, kissing, and cuddling. The second page has more sensual or explicit works. The third page will be for (if I find the courage) more kinky, dark, or violent works. The whole site is technically Chose Not To Warn, but most adults should not have too much trouble browsing the main art page (and probably the first of the explicit pages). My website is intended primarily for adults. Links to the more explicit pages are marked as such, so those who aren’t interested should be able to avoid them easily (the third page doesn’t even exist yet).

Both my website and my Dreamwidth have RSS feeds. The blog on Abbie’s website also has an RSS feed, which can be useful if, like me, newsletters and your email go together about as well as oil and water.

Anyhow, links!

My Website (links directly to the main art page)

My Dreamwidth (this links directly to the journal entry for commenting)

About RSS feeds

More about RSS feeds

My Android RSS feeder (you do not need to use this, it’s just an example)

My Website’s RSS feed (you copy and paste these urls into your RSS feeder)

My Dreamwidth’s RSS feed (ditto above)

Abbie’s blog’s RSS feed; her newsletter is mirrored here for those who have trouble with email newsletters. (ditto above)

That’s all. As said, I don’t intend to return to Tumblr. I just wanted folks to know that other Abigail Hilton/Panamindorah fans exist out there. I know this website is very into Hunters Unlucky (sorry, I’m very bad at drawing animals; I do enjoy the books) so I should warn all you lovely folks that I don’t make much on that front. Maybe one day, though? I should be drawing more than Chance Windar and Sham Ausla (but Chance Windar and Sham Ausla have my heart). I suppose characters who aren’t animals (shelts are fine) are far more likely to show up, in the end.

May you all be happy and well!

[felidthing]

there literally has to be something wrong with me this is such a long standing and consistent issue and it KEEPS happening even in an arguably much better school setting. like this is so much better than my previous schooling (because i am treated like uhhhh a person instead of a child lol) but im STILL struggling so much. it takes me so much longer to do classwork than i think the teachers could ever intend. i really dont think they WANT me to be taking THIS long and using THIS much effort and energy. so what the hell is the problem. please let me get another adhd evaluation i did one when i was 13 and the guy just said it was my depression and high intelligence that caused my school difficulties

[frogsandfries]

The progress so far

You can really tell the difference between the ones I've glued and the ones I haven't. Paper bag is really not quite the right media for this. But. It was the closest material I had on hand to achieve what I had in mind, and the paper bags were just sitting around waiting for me to do something with them.

I finished the other half of these top two layers, even the coloring. But I wanted to seal the gel pen on these pockets before gluing them down, mostly because there is. Just. So. Much. Glitter.

I randomly chose three pairs each of the primary and secondary colors, as well as a pair of silvers and a pair of golds, and some pinks.

One set of pairs were broken up and shuffled into random pairs. And I also chose four greens to be the "leaf" colors.

Two of the pairs are meant to be used in alternating fashion on these background triangles, as you can see, starting with silver, which you can't see, then red, one down and one to the right, another red, and so forth.

So I'm kinda stymied until tomorrow when it's daylight out, and hopefully a little warmer.

Apart from getting glitter all over me and everything and in my glue, I'm also concerned about, particularly the cheaper pens, reactivating when I put the mod podge over them. Thus starting with a spray sealant.

I think I might set this project aside for a while, or at least a few days, until seeing if I actually can pull off the extra, secret bonus pockets. I might also press it? Before adding the extra pockets? For science?

The thought of maxing out this project, just filling every pocket with layers of the next size down until you get to the main smallest size of pocket, is oddly alluring. How many pockets would that be? I probably would not do it with paper bags.

But doing just "half" of that will be satisfying enough for now. This wallet is going to be so thick before I even begin using it.

This really was just supposed to be a real quick project. Easily the part that has taken the most time has been coloring it.

Anyway, spray sealing it should be pretty quick, I can just do that first thing in the morning. Gluing down all the flappies on the tops of the smallest pockets will take a while, then I can glue down the second half of the second smallest pockets and probably finish coloring it.

So that's the story of how a real quick project ended up taking........uhhhh, well, today is the fourth day.

I bought some frosting. I should go make that Dr Pepper chocolate cake.

Or.........I could just eat frosting out of the can.

I also pulled the beef out of the freezer. I decided I'm just going to make like two or three meatloafs with like, instant potatoes and rice, maybe some beans. I have like four bread bags full of dried bread and still don't have a replacement bowl for my stupid food processor, which is honestly why I haven't been making meatloaf. I also have this stupid sloppy joe powder, so I might as well use that up too.

Additionally, I'm probably going to also make a giant batch of sloppy joe--with manwich, how capitalism intended, goddammit. I used the gift card from work (which I don't know why I got it) to buy bread and cheap ramen from the store. I couldn't think of how else to use a measly ten dollar gift card. You can't really buy something off like, Etsy.

Can I just say, I don't love Starbucks. I don't live for my Stargetbucks runs. It's convenient. It's right across the street. It's a hyper-sugarfied caffeine fix.

But the more I remind myself that Starbucks is making poor decisions, and I'm not supporting those poor decisions...........the longer I go without this simple convenience, the more often I want it? The next closest coffee place is not as close. It's more like a fifteen minute walk, and walking fifteen minutes one way, versus fifteen minutes round trip, is just not the same plan or execution. And that place is more like a pale imitation of Dutch Bros than Starbucks. Don't love that place.

Anyway. I think I'm gonna go lay down in my bed with my tablet and work on the Darger Project and unwind.