#unless i go absolutely out of my mind someday

[drpeppertummy]

ok sequence . For Once

[ID: a simple sequence of six drawings featuring a generic, mostly featureless cartoon character. the sequence shows them meeting a blob of blue slime which leaps into their mouth, filling up their belly with slime. they then become increasingly panicked as the slime begins to expand inside them, causing their belly to swell drastically and turn blue.]

[thewritetofreespeech]

Astarion x Reader

words: 1.5K

rating: T

pairing: Ascended!Astarion x Tav

summary: banking off the Jealous!Tav x Astarion ask, I made one for Ascended verse as well.

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Astarion let out a deep sigh as he walked through the long corridors of his palace towards his chambers. Who knew being a Vampire Lord would be so taxing?

He thought it would be all blood, japes, and all-consuming-power when he ascended, but noooo. Apparently, all that power did not come with an instantaneous dark underground to control and city at his feet. He had to put in effort. Time. A lot of both, which somedays Astarion thought was just not worth it. But his ambitions would not let him rest on his laurels. Even if he did need a rest for the evening.

The doors let out a heavy echo as they close behind him, and Astarion sighed once more as he undid his overcoat. His attention then turned towards the bed as he saw the bedding move. “Darling?” He questioned curiously but knew it couldn’t be.

Tav was out with Shadowheart. Catching up with their dear friend while she was in the city, for reasons that were probably told to Astarion but he couldn’t be bother to remember since he wasn’t going. For once he let them go unaccompanied but was now hopeful that they came back early over missing him terribly.

“Master?” Astarion’s face paled (metaphorically, as it could not get any paler than it already was) as the sheets pulled back an a young, blonde, naked woman appeared from the covers. “I thought you’d never come back tonight.”

“What are you doing here Azura?” He hissed at his latest spawn. A silly girl who begged him for the gift, and Astarion gave it to her for no other reason than he felt his beloved needed a new chambermaid. “You dare enter my chambers, uninvited, and help yourself to my bed. Have you lost your absolute mind?!”

Astarion wasn’t exactly kind to his spawn, but he wasn’t nearly as cruel as Cazador. Which he knew was a very low bar. He gave them a fine amount of freedom to move about the castle. Updated the dorms so they weren’t as spartan as what he had been forced to endure. Almost never tortured them unless they absolutely needed to be punished. And this is how he was repaid?!

“Yes. I have lost my mind. Lost it for you, my master.” He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Oh Gods, the idiot was in love. He recognized that soft stare and devoted posture. If her, quite literally, naked display wasn’t enough of a clue he could nearly smell the pheromones off her. “I wanted to surprise you. I wanted to please you.”

“You can please me by getting out.” He pointed to the door although he didn’t compel her. He wasn’t sure why. Perhaps he wanted to again be kind and give her the choice. Or just a sick morbid curiosity on how this would play out.

“Leave? You really don’t want me here?” She seemed surprised. Given her beauty this may have been the first time she was rejected, Astarion assumed. It always surprised him when his quarry didn’t take the bait. Perhaps this was a similar feeling for her. “You really don’t want me to stay?”

Azura pulled back the sheets to reveal that she wasn’t truly naked. Just in a thin nightgown that was so transparent it was nearly invisible. Her skin smooth. Her legs long. Her cunt neatly shaved and breast taunt & perky. She’ll lead men to this castle in droves, he thought. Unfortunately, her charms were immune to him.

“Yes. Get out. I won’t repeat myself again.”

The girl jumped off the bed and came closer. Astarion hoped it was for the door, but no such luck. His spawn leaned into him, delicate and wanting. Staring up into his eyes like a lover while he stared back at her with a stern look. “Shouldn’t a master be able to taste what’s his when he likes. Don’t you miss my blood from the first time? Tasting it on your lips?”

He wants to tell her no. That he hasn’t thought about it since that first time. Honestly, he hadn’t thought of her since that first time. But mentions of blood, and the reminder of the power he felt when he took her life and made it his own, does get his own blood to hum.

“You can have it again, if you’d like. Take all of me. A lord, a king, can take anything he wishes. I can be your obedient consort as well. Be one of your most beloved spawn.” As she spoke her body and lips moved closer to him.

“What’s going on here?”

The girl jumped back, quickly. Like she had been licked by fire. Astarion stood still. He hadn’t done anything wrong, technically, so he had no reason to be afraid. Although that cool look in Tav’s eyes was making him seriously question that decision. “I said: what’s going on here?”

“I was….I-I was just….I…”

“You were trying to take my place, eh?” Astarion chuckled at his beloved’s blunt response. Direct and to the point as always.

“Darling, as if she could.” He moved over to Tav. Separating himself completely from his spawn to sooth his consort. “This is just some misplaced adoration of a spawn and their master. Granted we’ve gone a little far…”

“It’s not misplaced! I love you!” There was a growl in Tav’s throat and Astarion huffed at the girl’s childish pleas. He really had been trying to help her here. “I would never leave you alone like they would! I would be loyal to you always! I can be twice the consort they are if you just give me a ch—"

She doesn’t get to finish asking for her chance that would never come. As her head was hanging limp to the side, nearly off her shoulders. Blood gushing from the gaping hole in her throat. Spraying across the room and down her thin negligee. Once translucent material now opaque as it was drenched in crimson. “Well…that was something.”

“It’s not funny Astarion!” Tav yelled at him. Their eyes were wild and angry as they whipped around to glare at him. A powerful shiver running up his spine in the face of that heat.

“Of course it’s funny. All this for something so trivial. As if this scrap of nothing could have replace you. My beloved, perfect consort.” Astarion came close and lifted their bloody hand to kiss it gently. “No one could, would, or ever will replace you, my love. My wicked heart is yours, for all eternity.”

“Why didn’t you tell her that then?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t think it needed to be said.” His poor dead spawn had to know she was taking a long shot when she came here. And if she didn’t then she was too dumb for Astarion to have around anyway. Still, he supposed Tav was right. He could have made more of an effort to stop her. “Still, it is rather cute that you can still get jealous over my affection. It makes me so hot. Watching you fight over me.”

He heard Tav sigh when he kissed by their ear and then jaw. Hearing them mutter, “not much of a fight” which made his cock harden in his breeches.

“Perhaps I should flirt with women and men more often.”

Astarion felt a hard jerk of his own pristine, sharp jaw away from Tav. Their nails digging into the soft skin of his cheek as they stared at them with a blazing hatred he hadn’t seen since the Elder Brain or that disgusting necromancer in the crypt. “Don’t.” A single word. Sharp. Direct.

He doesn’t like to be told ‘no’ often these days. He’s killed men for less presses against his authority. But that sharp look, one that promised his beloved would leave a trail of bodies like rose petals at his feet if he even pretended to be interested in them, made his blood boil with desire. It’s a beat in his heart that echoes his own. The agonies he would face on men who even stared at his beloved too long. Their glances were only for him. Their body was only his. Their conversations, their passions, their life, their loyalty, all of it was his. He supposed the least he could do was not pretend to be fickle with it.

“Very well, my love. I won’t. My sweet words will, as always, be for you alone. Plus, we can’t have your jealousy wreaking havoc all over the castle & city. Just think of the stains.”

He kissed Tav, to reassure them that his love was for them and them alone, picking them up and carrying them to the bed to remind them properly. As he carried them to their bed, he stepped over poor dead, double dead, Azura’s body. Already forgotten. Already not even a memory. Just a stain in the carpet that would need to be sorted out in the morning.

[azrielsbabyg]

Hi! I saw on an Az fic you wrote that you were taking requests. If you still were, I'd love some bondage with Kallias smut. Or if you'd prefer not to write smut, maybe reader is Illyrian and her wings are cold?

Hellooooo thank you so much for sending in this request! 🫶🏻 I'm not yet sure how to write smut or even go about it but I am not opposed to it. Maybe someday in the future I will post something related to smut. I also don't really write for Kallias because I know nothing about the man 😭. For now, here you go! 💖

Warnings: None. (If I need to add something lmk)

Type: Fluff, comfort.

Word Count: 1193

Pairing: Kallias x Reader (Fem)

FROSTBITE

Drip, drip, drip.

The water slowly trickled off of the icicles lining the cave. Everything went wrong. So wrong. You were a spy from the Night Court. One of Azriel’s specially trained and Rhys’s most trusted. There were rumours of a rebellion starting in the Winter Court and he was concerned it might flare up to be more. However, that was all it was. A rumour. You could gather no intel, in fact, you even managed to piss off a couple of people because you probbed them too long unnecessarily. 

Which now led you here. Far out into some random cave on some random mountain, trying to find refuge against the brutal winds and snow. You were illyrian, yes, you should be able to withstand the cold due to your upbringing in the mountains. But this? This was just numbing, cruel and pricking.

“What happened?” Rhys spoke into your mind. “I can feel you weakened.”

“Mission was unsuccessful and unnecessary. The rumours were not true. I am now stuck in a random ass cave trying to hide from this fucking snow storm. Can you contact someone? Any friend of yours that might be able to help me?” You plead.

“I see. I will ask Kallias to come get you. Unless you don't want him?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. 

You wanted Kallias. Wanted him to be frank. But the last time you were face to face with him, you got drunk and rambled on about all the things you want to do to him and all the things you want him to do to you. Let’s just say the hangover hurt for more reasons than one.

“Just send him.” You groaned. Were you ready to face him? Absolutely the fuck not. But did you wish to see him? Yes. “My wings are cold.”

— — — — — —

After what seemed like hours you finally hear footsteps sloshing against the wetness of the pathway. Although you remind yourself to keep your guard up, threats could come in any form. 

“Y/N?” You hear Kallias’s husky, gravely voice. He approaches the entrance of the cave and sees you huddled up in the far corner, rubbing your arms to give yourself even a hint of warmth.

“H-Hey” Your voice shakes as you respond. The weather has caught up to you now, slowly seeping into your veins, almost making you feel like a statue, still. Lifeless. 

“It’s okay, you’re okay. Here.” He takes a tentative step towards you, assessing your form. You look sunken and shrivelled up. Your body was shivering uncontrollably no matter how much you tried to stop. He comes closer to you and kneels down in front of you, gently brushing away the wet strands of hair from your face, caressing your cheekbones in the process.

You lean into his touch. Somehow, even in this cold, harsh weather, he was warm. Warm like sunlight right after the storm clouds dissipate. Warm, like he’s exactly what you need. “Took you long enough.” It takes everything in you to muster up a small taunting smirk.

“Of course you would joke in this condition of yours.” He huffs out a laugh. He reaches into his bag and pulls out a material that feels like wool. “Rhys told me of your situation, tried to get here as soon as I could. This,” he says nudging the material in his hands,“is infused wool. We produce this to help migrants and visitors who have wings to shield against the cold. You just wrap it around your wings and button it up. It won’t restrict your flight.” He hands the material to you. 

“I-I don’t th-think I can move right n-now.” My speech comes out stammered. 

“Oh.” Understanding washes over his face. “I mean, I can always put it on for you, but I know how Illyrians are with their wings and what it means or feels like when you touch their wings… You sure you would trust me with that?

I offer him a small smile. Kallias, ever the respectful gentleman. “I called you to come save my life didn’t I? I trust you. Go for it.”

He carefully unwraps the material and folds it over your wings, one at a time. He makes sure not to hit any sensitive nerve or brush across any talons in fear of hurting you. You shudder and lean into him when he accidently brushes a knuckles across a big nerve. 

Your chests are pressed up against each other, your head coming up till his chin. Almost out of reflex, his arms fold around you and his chin rests atop your head. You slowly pull your head back and look up at him through wet eyelashes. Kallias closes his eyes, almost like he was counting down to ten, controlling himself. 

But you didn’t want him to hold himself back. You wanted him to unleash himself, to let himself have what he wants, have you. Hell, he wanted to lose control. He wanted to surge forward and claim you, taste you. But he knew one taste wouldn’t be enough, and one taste was all he could ask for.

“Y/N…” He whispers into the cold, rigid air. Like a plea. Like a prayer.

“Kallias,” You reply, begging as much as he was. 

“You’re playing with fire, sweetheart.” He warns.

“Lucky for me, fire is exactly what I need right now.” You breathe out.

That seemed to do it. Seemed to melt whatever restraint he held up against himself. In the blink of an eye, you were pushed against the stone wall, his lips crashing against yours. He kisses, no, devours you whole. Your entire body is burning up in contrast to the weather outside. The entire moment is a blur, clashing of lips, tongue and teeth. Hands roaming each other’s bodies, searching for satisfaction. He holds your wrists up against your head and pins your body with his hips. He lets out a moan into your mouth, and you swallow the sound taking anything he will give you.

You both pull away gasping for air, staring into each other’s eyes. His lips travel down your jaw to your neck, peppering kisses on his way. He brings his lips near your ear and whispers, “The things you do to me Y/N…”

You push up against him in response, not having the mindset to formulate words. 

“C’mon sweetie, let’s get you back to the palace and arrange a warm bath for you with some good food.” He kisses your cheeks awaiting a response from you.

“That sounds great actually. Really fucking needed right now.” You breathe in his scent. He smells of pine, cloves and sparkling clementine. He smells so comforting. He feels like home. 

He chuckles lightly, “And maybe, if you end up feeling better, we can do the things you wanted to last time we met. You know the ones where you wanted to ride me into-”

“Okay stop for the cauldron’s sake.” You slam your palm over his mouth in embarrassment. “Fine yeah, we can go now.”

He huffs out a laugh and kisses the middle of your palms. “As you wish sweetheart.”

— — — — — —

[wonwoonlight]

my way to you special: in the moonlight / jeon wonwoo

➝ Wonwoo x fem!Reader

➝ rich!AU // heir & heiress!AU // est relationship // best friends to lovers <3 // fluff // slice of life

➝ warning: curses, so much fluff it's disgusting, kissing towards the end, they love each other so much it's unreal D:

➝ word count: 2.6~k

A/N: hi! another short one to celebrate my 3k milestone. i've missed this couple too and i'm just so so soft for them <//3 once again, thank you for your support and please enjoy this little gift. don't hesitate to drop by and tell me your thoughts too!

my way to you masterlist

[✾✾✾]

“So.”

“So?” Wonwoo raises his eyebrow, wondering what you’re up to.

“The wedding is next week.” You nudge him with a cheeky smile. “You ready?”

He rolls his eyes and nudges you back, then laughs when you stumble a little because he forgot just how easy you lose your balance.

“It’s Jinyoung’s wedding, why would I need to be ready?”

“Best man stuff.” You shrug as you lean over to hug his arm and claim the rightful spot that is his shoulder.

You’re currently out for a walk with Wonwoo, because it’s nice out and you’re a little too full from the lunch you’ve just had with him. You smile as you see a dog running in your direction, hugging yourself closer to Wonwoo to make ways for the owner to pass you.

“You know it’s just formality. I don’t even know why he needs a best man.”

“Formality is right. Let’s not have those for our wedding.” You say absentmindedly, not even looking at him.

Wonwoo bites his lip to suppress a stupid smile at your comment about your (currently) nonexistent wedding plan. You’ve been doing that a lot since Jinyoung’s wedding preparation; mentioning what to do at your wedding even though none of you has talked about marriage just yet.

Yes, you both know you’re going to marry each other and it definitely will happen someday. But it’s not like he’s proposed yet and he’s starting to think that he should do it soon now that you keep on mentioning it.

Is this you sending him codes?

He doubts. You’re usually very straightforward with what you want from him, even more when it comes to your relationship.

So, you talking about these things can only mean one thing: you’re already more than comfortable with the idea of marriage (hopefully only with him). He probably should start planning for a proposal after Jinyoung’s wedding.

“Why are you smiling by yourself, you weirdo?” You frown with a concerned look, stopping on your track. Wonwoo simply shakes his head and pulls you with him again, and he doesn’t even indulge you when you keep on insisting to find out what’s inside his mind.

You really should’ve known by now it’s only you in his mind and he has no plan in changing it.

[✾✾✾]

“Princess, I think you’ve tried enough already.” He pretends to be reluctant when you insist on going into one more shop for a dress. But, really, he’s just afraid his heart wouldn’t be able to take it if he sees you in one more dress.

He doesn’t see why you thought every single one you’ve tried on has some sort of flaws. Whatever it is, Wonwoo definitely can’t tell because you seem perfect in each one of them. Plus, it doesn’t help that he keeps on imagining you with a wedding dress everytime you come out of the fitting room to give him a twirl.

Fuck, can you be more adorable than you already are?

“Last one, I promise.” You pull him with no effort, because despite the fact that he’s whining for you to stop, he’s still an absolute simp when it comes to you so there’s no way he’d be able to say no under any circumstances. “If I still don’t find any, we’ll have dinner and head home?”

Home means Wonwoo’s place. And despite the fact that you’ve been addressing it as such since a few months back and you’ve been practically living in his place since the moment he moved in, it still warms his heart everytime he hears you call it home.

Seungcheol doesn’t even drive you to your place anymore after office unless you specifically say so.

“Why don’t you just make your own dress?” He suggests. “Don’t you do that sometimes?”

“The designer that makes my clothes is on maternity leave and I only like her works.”

“Clearly you’re not liking any of these, too.” He says before he even realizes, then winces when you hit his shoulder. You can really hit when you want to is something that Wonwoo has learned throughout the years he’s been with you. “Alright, come on. But I get to choose dinner.”

Wonwoo should’ve tried harder to convince you to go shopping with Chaeyoung. Because now his heart is about to burst at how fucking beautiful you look wrapped in a rose gold colored dress that hugs your body just right, falling just right below your knees. Some part of your skin is peeking through the sheer material, and he almost wants you to not like this because there’s no way in hell he is going to be able to stand you looking like this for hours straight.

“I take that you like this one?” You giggle at his expression; mouth ajar and eyes blown open though nothing escapes his lips.

“You look beautiful.” He says, almost like in a trance when he stands up to look at you closer.

It’s unfair just how beautiful you look, alright.

“A little too beautiful.”

You scrunch your nose at that, though your heart is beating in a messy rhythm. Wonwoo does that sometimes; gets severely honest during this kinda moment that he’s almost cheesy had this been any other situation. But you’re not complaining, and you can only whisper a small ‘really?’ because you’re suddenlt shy under his gaze.

“This is the dress, then.”

That was why you insisted on going shopping with him, alright.

[✾✾✾]

“How are you feeling?” You hold Jisoo’s hand, careful not to ruin anything even though there’s really nothing you can ruin by holding her hand. 

She looks like the pristine picture of a bride. She’s the bride, you decide. You’ve attended enough weddings to be able to tell when the bride is happy or is standing there against her will, but you’ve never seen a bride glowing as much as Jisoo is right now.

She’s radiating with all the good things in the world; she’s so in love and so happy that she’s not having cold feet at all. She’s so sure; in the promise of eternity, in life with Jinyoung, in whatever uncertainty that she might need to face after this day. Looking at the way she smiles before she mentions her soon-to-be-husband’s name, you suddenly feel like crying as you think about how you’d look on your wedding day.

“Hey, hey.” Jisoo panics a little, her hairstylist glaring at you for making her move. “Why are you crying?”

“No. Sorry, I just–” You blink continuously in hope it will stop your tears, but your lips are trembling and Jisoo actually tells her hairstylist to stop for a bit because she needs to stand up. Jennie has just come into the room when Jisoo reaches to hug you. She sends her friend a concerned look, but the look in the older girl’s face obviously means she’s not sure what’s going on either.

“I’m so sorry.” You shake your head as you carefully wipe your tears. “I’m not sure why I’m crying.”

Jisoo shares a look with Jennie, then takes a deep breath before she cups your cheek and gets into her older sister mode.

Dating Jinyoung for almost a decade and knowing him for more means she’s also known you for as long. She’s watched you and Wonwoo throughout the years, and she was probably one of the happiest parties when it was made clear that you and Wonwoo are finally dating.

She remembered telling Jinyoung a long time ago, way before you and Wonwoo started dating, that she’s envious of what you had with his brother. The both of you made love seem very easy, like it’s just obvious that you have to take care of each other.

As some sort of older sister for both you and Wonwoo, she can tell for sure that you’re one of those lucky couples that are just meant for each other. Jisoo has never believed much in soulmates; even her relationship with Jinyoung was nothing sort of magical because they choose to stay with each other.

They love each other, but it’s not easy to stay together when they have different ways of thinking and sometimes different views on life in general. She never doubts that Jinyoung loves her, but there used to be times when she doubted if love alone was enough. Unlike you and Wonwoo that she just knew would end up together no matter what, Jinyoung and Jisoo had quite the hurdles to finally get where they’re at.

Perhaps that’s why it feels fulfilling now that they’re taking another step for their future.

“Want me to call for Wonwoo?” Jennie offers, rubbing your back in comfort.

“No, it’s fine.” You smile despite your sniffles. “I’m just–happy for you. And… yeah. It’s not important. It’s your big day, sorry.”

Jisoo presses her lips together before she carefully asks Jennie and her makeup artists if she can have some time alone with you. You look up in surprise, but Jennie simply nods and smiles before she says she’ll just be nearby just in case.

It’s silent for a moment after everyone leaves, and you look at Jisoo, all gorgeous in her wedding dress even if her makeup is unfinished. You don’t talk to her on a daily basis, but she feels like she’s always been in your life due to her long years with Jinyoung–who’s basically your brother.

She’s always been kind to you though. She takes care of you a lot and even though you’re not the closest to her and you’d hang out with her from time to time even without Jinyoung or Wonwoo around. You remember going to her the few times you did end up fighting with Wonwoo, or when you just felt like sulking to someone older because Jeonghan and Shua just wouldn’t get it.

She’s not your closest friend, nor is she the first person you’d seek when you have a problem; but she’s still like your sister regardless and you couldn’t be happier for her.

“You’re thinking about your wedding, aren’t you?”

You offer her a small smile, a little shy but not seeing any reason to deny it.

“Do you want it to be soon?”

“Not sure.” You say honestly. Do you? Will it make any difference? You’ve always had Wonwoo by your side even though it’s only been two years or so since you framed your relationship under romance. You know it’s him you’re going to marry someday, but you’ve never thought of it as a pressing matter. Some days you even think it might be okay to just stay the way you are; together. 

Is there any need to get married when you already know you’re it for each other?

But after seeing more and more of Jinyoung’s wedding preparations, you notice some kind of preferences you have regarding a lot of stuff. You find yourself thinking about what to do or what not to do for your own wedding. 

And now that it’s d-day and you get to see Jisoo in her wedding dress, readying herself to seal the vow of eternity, you suddenly get a wave of imaginary pictures of you at your own wedding. They’re overwhelming, they scare you a little, but, more importantly, they give you a rush of giddiness that you’ve never experienced in your life.

“What scares you?” She shoots right to the point, and you open your mouth to say something–anything, but nothing comes out because you really don’t know what does. She seems to get this, so she changes her question to one far more fitting. “What makes you think you’re not ready?”

But you keep your silence. Because now that you think about it… nothing does.

Were you really not ready?

Or did you just think marrying him was just obvious?

“Nothing?” She smiles knowingly and squeezes your hands. “Maybe you’re more ready than you thought you were, then.”

[✾✾✾]

“What was that?” Wonwoo asks once you’ve settled beside him on the bed, fresh out of the shower. It’s almost 2AM now, Jinyoung’s wedding celebration ended just a few hours ago. But between being an immediate family and the after party for the youngsters, you and Wonwoo barely make it to the hotel room they’ve booked for you.

“What was what?” You know what he’s asking, but you’re still a little tipsy from all the drinks and you feel like playing dumb. You have all the time in the world, anyway.

You sneak your arms around his middle and lean against his chest, your ear right where his heart is at. The two of you really should be sleeping, if only because you’re dead tired and you’re sleepy; but none of you feel like doing so for some reason, so you’re just sitting there against the headboard of your bed, a blanket covering your bottom half as you cuddle with each other.

“You cried during the wedding.”

“Duh.” You bury yourself further into him. “It’s a wedding.”

He chuckles regardless, then drops a kiss on top of your head and rephrases his question. “You don’t usually cry at weddings, princess. Anything you wanna tell me?”

“Dunno.” You shrug. You look up and plant your chin on his chest to look up at him, the position is uncomfortable, but Wonwoo steals a kiss that you happily return. You spend a few moments just like that, sharing a lazy kiss that’s not going to lead anywhere.

If you hadn’t known Wonwoo since you were a kid, and if you hadn’t been practically living with him, you’d probably be thinking about how lucky you’d be if you got the chance to wake up next to him in the morning.

But you already do. You wake up to him everyday, and he’s not always the most handsome during then, sometimes he’s even borderline annoying, but you love him anyway and he’s still the most beautiful person in your world. 

You’re not taking his love for granted, but if there’s anything you’re sure of in this world, you’re sure about your love for him and his love for you.

“You’re really not going to tell me?” He whispers like it’s a secret, his lips barely away from yours.

You stare at him for a bit before you move to sit on his lap instead. If he’s surprised, Wonwoo doesn’t show it, but he happily lets you circle your arms around his neck while he puts his around your waist.

Time is a strange concept when you’re with him. You don’t know if it’s been seconds, minutes, or even hours, but you know that his eyes hold your galaxies and you’ll never get tired of drowning in them. Wonwoo doesn’t seem concerned though, which is yet another thing you love about him because he just seems to be able to translate your silence very well.

It’s then that you decide to break the serene moment.

“Hey.” 

“Hm?”

Your voice is small, barely even a whisper, but it's so clear to him like music that's only reserved for his ears and his ears only.

“Spend the rest of your life with me?”

Wonwoo blinks. Once, and then twice. And then he smiles and hugs you closer to kiss your forehead.

“I will even if you don’t ask me to.”

It’s 2 in the morning, you’re in your pajamas, and you don’t have any grand proposal up your sleeves but it’s okay because Wonwoo is always one step ahead than you are. And as he pulls away and gets off the bed to take something from his small luggage, you end up crying in the middle of the dusk when he slides the ring to your finger.

You can’t imagine a proposal better than this one; just you and him with no one to witness the magical moment that’s only reserved for you two, the city asleep and the moon high up in the sky.

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[writeriguess]

Hello, I just logged back into Tumblr after being away for three months, and I saw that @fanfic-plagiarism-watchdog had tagged me in that post about Faith Ann's YouTube videos (this one) and I want to sincerely thank them for mentioning me and for your unwavering support—it truly means the world to me. Reading your post and seeing others standing up against her actions gives me a glimmer of hope. Knowing that her blog(s) are crumbling and that people are recognizing her behavior for what it is feels like a small but meaningful victory.

Faith Ann's plagiarism absolutely crushed me. It wasn’t just the act of stealing my work—it was the fallout. My blog had quickly become a safe space and a vital part of my life. Having it taken down because of her actions felt incredibly unfair, and everything spiraled from there. I cried for an entire week, and eventually, the weight of it all made me quit my blog.

Her excuses—blaming stress, anxiety, or personal struggles—are laughable. I understand how those issues can affect a person because I deal with them too, but I would never, under any circumstances, plagiarize someone else's work. There’s no justification for that kind of behavior. It’s not just unethical; it’s damaging to others.

For context, starting my blog was a deeply personal choice. Just two weeks before creating it, I had discovered something life-altering and devastating that I can’t stop or change. I don’t want to go into detail because it would be a lot to unpack here, but suffice it to say, I was in a very dark place. A friend of mine suggested that I publish my writing as a coping mechanism. She said it had helped her when she was struggling, so I gave it a shot.

To my surprise, people connected with my work, and it felt amazing. Writing and maintaining my blog became a daily ritual that brought me comfort and a much-needed distraction from the turmoil in my life. Even as things got worse personally, my blog became a sanctuary. That’s why Faith Ann’s actions hurt so much. Losing that outlet felt like losing my lifeline.

Now, with everything happening in the world—especially after the election—I’m trying to figure out if I can move my family to another country or continent for safety and peace of mind. It’s an overwhelming process, and the stress of it all is heavy, but I’m trying to hold on.

As for Faith Ann, I understand that she might plagiarize for attention, admiration, or acceptance, but in doing so, she’s destroyed her credibility as a writer. Even if she stops plagiarizing, people will always question the authenticity of her work. For example, that Quotev fic she claimed as "inspiration"—she seemed to think linking it made it okay to copy 90% of it. In other cases, she tries to disguise her plagiarism, but it’s glaringly obvious. And her excuse about liking a piece that coincidentally mirrors hers, even though her piece was published after the original—it’s just not possible. Unless she has psychic abilities straight out of a fantasy novel, there’s no way to justify that.

I don’t believe she’ll leave for good—she’s made claims before, but her actions speak louder. However, knowing that you and others are vigilant helps immensely. It reassures me that her future attempts will be met with accountability.

Thank you again for your kindness and support. You’ve given me hope and strength to consider returning to Tumblr someday. I hope I’ll find the courage to take that step when the time feels right.

[robot-wrote-a-love-song]

Connor headcanons (refined sort of. not really.)

all under the cut bc kms

- post game he has a tie collection :D this includes a few bowties for special occasions

- his favorite is one that kinda looks like stars. that and the stupid looking fish one

- his arm has permanent bite marks under his skin bc I chewed on him. he allows this bc he loves me

- sometimes the arm i chew on glitches (skin will flicker out) he says he doesn't mind but I still feel guilty

- absolute sucker when it comes to affection. give him a hug and he'll do basically anything (this mainly applies to me ^-^)

- stays with the DPD while Hank works there bc he likes working with his dad :3

- once Hank starts thinking about quitting (he's 50, not going to die) he starts to look into other things

- works at a pet cafe for a while bc he liked the animals and people watching (THATS HOW HE MEETS ME!)

- likes to restore old technology and toys. keeps some and gives some away

- dog person, but still likes cats

- cats like him A LOT. they like how warm he is and the white noise... (it's me I'm cats)

- if u rest ur head on him, u can hear a fan whirring and what sounds similar to a heartbeat

- lets me stick my hand in his chest with his biocomponents

- but would not let me lick them :( (someday)

- absolutely has a problem when it comes to sticking things in his mouth. like a goddamn toddler (oral fixation who?)

- no genitals during the game bc it was inefficient

- has not thought about getting any bc it's require a lot of money

- kept his LED after the revolution

- does not like snow (canon imo)

- very affectionate. would crawl into ur lap in public if u let him (I always let him <3)

- will just. pick ppl up (AS LONG AS THEY'RE OK WITH IT)

- love language is acts of service

- charges with a cable in the back of his neck, or with solar panels.

- blue blush.... bc his blood is blue...

- we have a lil apartment together <3

- adopted a cat n a dog with me :3

- sometimes he feels bad about the ppl he caused to die/killed. then remembers that it wasn't his fault

- still feels bad

- walks around fully clothed everywhere. not even just pajamas (unless he just woke up)

- keeps trying to learn to play an instrument. he wasn't made for it though, so he struggles a lot

- likes sweaters. much like the ties he has a collection

- so many button ups. think of a closet full of them. now two. more than that.

- lets me steal his clothes <3

- if he's got corpses of himself, he absolutely had them buried (i like to think that androids will decompose well n it's not bad for enviro)

- does his best to try n fix Connor 60. he doesn't come back fully right, but he still cares about him

- DOES NOT ACTIVATE TJE OTHER CONNORS. (61+) having three is enough. some still got activated though somehow

- when he finds RK900 he gets activated.

- rk900 is a military android. he's much nicer than he looks

- would not be comfortable sharing his partner (ME!) with Sixty and Nines. he feels weird about it bc while they aren't exactly brothers, they do have his face. it makes him worry that id only want him for his looks

- I love him for him. not for his looks

- always covered in some kind of animal fur. take a lint roller to him and it'll explode

- sometimes he'll accidentally shock ppl when he touches them. apologizes every time. I forgive him <3

- has a projector built into his wrist and forehead. did not realize this for a long fucking time

- thirium is edible. this is 4 ppl like me who r bitey. it tastes metallic, but also subtly sweet. a bit rubbery

- I found out after biting him rlly hard. I like it

- as his model gets older some of his parts + systems start to fail. has to track down Kamski + work with cyberlife to figure out how to fix it bc he was forgetting things (no angst here thank u <3)

- if I ask rlly nicely he lets me plug my phone into him to charge it

- thirium will stain ur tongue blue. please don't bite your androids before work (found out the hard way)

- if he got genitals (tbh he won't) for about a week he'd have an insane sex drive. this is a bug in the software that engineers have not figured out. they're still working on it.

- he genuinely does not care about sex and that stuff. neither do I

- can detach his limbs if he wants to. if he's in a meeting sometimes he'll detach his arm and give it to me. people have found this disturbing <3

- it's a pain in the ass to take it off and then reattach it tho so he doesn't do it often

- likes holiday lights

- can switch his pain tolerance off if he wants to (no reaction when he got shot, but after he starts to deviate, things hurt more) usually keeps them on bc once he turned them off while cooking, and didn't realize there was a knife stuck in his torso until he couldn't find it and went to ask me to look for it

- actually horrifying

- will not wear turtlenecks. he doesn't like how they feel on his neck + they're Nines' thing. they look too similar otherwise

- hair is slightly wavier than it looks.

- can grow hair wherever he wants. prefers to be relatively hairless

- tried long hair for a bit. liked it, but preferred it shorter

- thought about getting a piercing. did not bc minor wounds (such as piercing holes or papercuts) close super easily

- if he took out a piercing 4 too long it'd close :(

- way later into his deviancy (like. 2040 or smth, after he leaves the DPD) he starts researching punk/alt subcultures

- absolutely made himself a battle vest :3

- it's more Sixty's thing w/ the whole style thing (sixty is 100% on the alt stuff. many piercings despite how hard they r to keep) but they bond over it :3

- Hank teaches him how to sew on patches n make spikes n stuff

- it takes him a few months after deviancy to call Hank by his name

-the first time he called Hank dad was by accident

- not objectum. would 100% do so much research on it 4 me :3

- sort of understands it too

- his battle vest has his model number (RK800) with the triangle on it. he cut it directly from his jacket

- other patches on his jacket include the MLM flag, and one about punching Nazis. he's got an ACAB one on the back

- if you give him enough materials, he'll just. make things.

- once he was asked by some kids to fix the tire swing at a park. took Hank's spare tire for it and it's 100% safe

- weighs a bit less than he looks. he's designed to be aerodynamic

- if ur strong enough and threw him, it'd be funny bc he'll go rlly far

- learns to slow dance/dance but romantic bc he's hopeless

- can play music from a speaker somewhere. I can't tell if it's in his mouth or behind his ear and he won't tell me >:(

- can take photos with his brain. has an entire album of me :3

- similarly, I am running out out phone storage with all my photos of him

- starts to draw at some point. not very good at it but he puts his little doodles on anything he writes on

- a lot of them r me n him :3

- if someone were to jump him, he'd take it until either they got bored of him not reacting (turned off his pain receptors) or damaged smth important

- we have talked about this. he says he will stop taking it. I will beat ppl up 4 him

- if someone were to jump someone else he cared about, he'd 100% beat their ass

- HE CAN PUT LITTLE EMOTICONS OR SYMBOLS IN HIS EYES.

- his fav is a lil <3

- others he does often include ? ! ★

[billiethekig]

So I want to recount the entire experience commissioning a custom mask from BCK, because I think it will be helpful for others and also so I don't forget this experience.

My initial kig mask is a semi-custom based on a pre-made mask base by Munimuni Works. I purchased it on sale and gradually I used it to create my first kigurumi character, who is loosely based on a real life person (or the specific style of the person during a specific point of time). I adore Green Day and I thought that becoming a kig version of Billie Joe would be fun. And it is!

But I wanted more. After a few months with the first mask, I knew I wanted to commission a custom mask made just for me. I thought about what character I'd always wanted to cosplay but never got around to doing it, and my mind settled on Nagisa Shiota from Assassination Classroom, a quiet and kind boy who ends up becoming one of the deadliest of Korosensei's students. And honestly the stealth aspect of the character appealed to me as someone who was going to crossplay, and honestly I was really looking forward to maybe someday even wearing the dress he wore while undercover.

As I mentioned, I like how kigurumi plays around with gender and it's not too difficult to portray a gender you don't identify as.

Anyway, I did some research on twitter and google and decided that I'd ask Black Cat Kig to do the mask. I had already purchased a custom hadatai from Moli's Lab (their main site) and I was impressed with the quality and the amount of options they gave for the hada.

My initial inquiry was sent in early September, and BCK was very enthusiastic about working with me. Great! But I had a LOT of issues trying to pay them. Their online store wouldn't accept any of my payments and even Paypal was giving me a hard time. I had to inquire directly with them and the eventually created an invoice for me which I paid. I think because I didn't get a real order number from them, that caused some issues later on.

But they received my payment and requested measurements and some reference photos of the character: front, back, and each side of the head. Luckily, these images were easy to find and I sent them over. They mentioned that they would begin work on my mask in late October or early November.

I should mention that, if you order from them, you will have to email them for updates at regular intervals. They never initiated the emails, even when there were issues with the mask, so if you want to keep track of the process, you have to keep checking in with them. There were a few times where the process was starting to take longer than anticipated and they didn't tell me why. They gave a couple of deadlines which passed without updates unless I kept emailing them. I'm wondering that this was an issue because I didn't actually order through their site; I only sent them Paypal money directly. So the communications were hampered by that.

The actual mask creation took about 6 weeks, I'd say, and there were more issues because I had wanted to get more than one face-plate, so keep that in mind if you're ordering something from them.

Even shipping info was difficult because they had initially given me the wrong tracking number. I didn't even think there was an issue because they shipped the mask right before Christmas and I assumed that the slowness was due to the holiday, until I was at SacAnime and got an alert saying the package had arrived!

But I'm very impressed with the quality of the mask. It is absolutely custom made for me, and fits my head perfectly. Its a full head mask, with fasteners on the sides. I really wanted to experience a fully lockable mask. The visibility is through the little slits above the character's eyes, which is slightly less than Billie. His eyes are actually plastic lenses that are somewhat easy to see out of, but for Nagisa, the vision is mostly through those slits. I think I would feel warier if I kigged as him in public. Because I was able to see quite well as Billie, well enough to navigate crowds without a handler. But anyway, Nagisa is brand-new, so there's still lots to learn.

I do recommend BCK for kig masks, despite the multiple stumbling blocks I experienced, I think overall the experience was positive, and the quality is impressive.

Also, they sent a LOT of extra things along with the mask and the extra faceplate. Extra foam for the mask, an extra pair of locks, two keys for the locks, a magic eraser, extra sets of eyes, and even items to help repair the mask if the wig's pig tails ever go awry.

And finally: price. They list their masks as starting at $750 for a 3/4 head mask and $800 for a full-head, which is what I bought. They charged an extra $300 for the extra face plate, which hiked the price up to $1100, and then shipping costs around $150-$300, depending on how quickly you want to receive it.

Pricy? Yes, of course, but it was still in the budget I'd set for myself, and considering that this item is a one of a kind work of wearable art, I think the price is worth it. Also considering the turn around time was only 3 months, where a lot of other quality makers take at least 6-8.

I'm quite satisfied with my custom mask and I hope to get a lot of use out of it for years to come.

Black Cat Kigurumi

EDIT: I also just tried to order one of the BCK hadatais from their website and I still ran into the same Paypal issues. Either I'll get an error saying that the amount has changed and that I should double-check what I just did or it gives an error saying that the company isn't able to ship items to my address. Neither error makes sense. Oh well...

[10moonymhrivertam]

A lil Dreamling bodyswap thing I’m directly copy-pasting from my phone notes, hopefully I get back to it someday

Apparently I was taking inspo from a Witcher post I’ve lost XD I’m gonna go look for it

@avelera if you’re interested 💜

~~~

“Sounds like you’re living the dream.” Their lips curl into a conspiratorial smile over their glass. “Still. All bounds of ‘reasonableness’ aside. If you could have anything you wanted. What would it be?”

“Careful. Dressed like sin, shelling out for the good whiskey…a man might think you’re trying to trap him with a question like that.”

“Who, little old me?” They batted their eyes. Hob wondered if perhaps they knew Morse code for ‘I am absolutely trapping you’. “I’m just having a bit of fun. Come on, what could it hurt?”

Hob frowned at them. “Are you one of the Fair Folk?” He blurted.

They snorted, and their coy smile twisted downward into something just short of a sneer. “The faeries dipped out half a millennium ago.” Hob felt a little dizzy, his brain buffering through the realization that it was within his lifetime. As the matter-of-fact tone penetrated past the haze, he found himself rewarding the frankness with honesty.

“I’d like to know what’s going on in my best friend’s head once in a while.” STHe hesitated, but…in for a penny. “[Dissonance of glad to be back but definitely traumatized?]”ST

“A ‘walk a mile in their shoes’ sort of thing?”

Hob snorted. “Not sure I have enough style in me for his shoes.”

“You never know.” They shrugged sinuously. They set down their glass and stretched, full-bodied. It was the dangerously toothy yawn that really made it cat-like. “I really must be off.” They stood, pausing beside his seat. “Good to meet you, darling.” They pressed a kiss to his temple. A sudden shiver ripped down his spine.

“Good to meet you, too,” he said absently

*

For five centuries, Hob always remembered when he dreamed, even if their details slipped away like water come morning. In his sixth century, it was more questionable. He suspected he still dreamed, but he never woke up with anything on his mind, unless it was old memories returned to haunt him. He was just getting used to having the full experience back, which is what made the blankness he was waking up from so strange. He was so preoccupied with it, staring into the middle distance, that it took him at least three minutes to register the voice that had groaned when he’d sat up; the fine bedding beneath the hands propping him up; the wall he was staring in the direction of.

[And then he wanders around and eventually runs into Matthre and Lucienne. Matthre recognizes him as not-Dream on a close examination]

“That’s not ideal.” He’d hoped speaking would calm him down a little, but - he knew that voice. That fucker. They’d never actually denied being Fae, had they? Hoping he was wrong, he looked around for a mirror. He felt himself call it, but it appeared like in a dream - like he’d simply overlooked it before. The face staring back at him was familiar in all the wrong ways, save the eyes. Instead of the icy blue he’d expected, there were voids with twin stars. As bizarre as it seemed, it - kind of fit, actually. Hob raised a hand to his face reflexively, resting under his eye. It was strange to see Dream’s figure doing it.

“Right. Okay. Right.” Wind rattled at the doors to the balcony - balcony? Of course Dream had a balcony. “Maybe if I figure out where we are?” He mumbled to himself, making for the door. For all that Dream seemed more amenable to sharing personal information now (a name, even!), they were still used to Hob doing all the talking, and they hadn’t met much yet despite agreeing to keep a more friendly schedule. He hoped he was in or near London, but there was a pit in his stomach that doubted it. It grew as he stepped into the hall and realized just how massive Dream’s home must be.

He picked a direction and set off. Whatever storm lay outside seemed to be growing, which didn’t help his sense of dread in the slightest. As he kept walking, it seemed like a lecture hall’s worth of chatter was growing louder without growing any closer. Eventually, he came to hear snippets of it: “I have to remember to change that lightbulb”; “she reminds me of my niece”; “Did someone break in? …I really need to fold those clothes”; “Did I leave the stove on?” It left him distracted enough that he didn’t take in many details. The chatter and the storm and the knowledge that this was absolutely his fault swirled around him until he broke free to an open area. After looking around, he realized it was a throne room. Because of course it was. Suddenly, a number of things about Dream’s attitude and conduct made sense, but now he had absolutely no idea where he was.

“Hey, have we got another mission or something? That’s a hell of a gale.” He turned around, his eyes searching upward for the voice without him deciding to do so, landing on a raven flapping towards him from the presumably-front door. Before Hob decided what to say, the raven suddenly winged back, staring hard at him. He settled on the floor halfway down the room. “You aren’t the boss,” he said warily.

“No,” he confirmed. “I know him,” he added, hoping to head off the worst of any panic or interrogation. “But, um…yeah. I’m not Dream.”

“Oh, don’t do that again.”

“Do what?”

“Hearing him say ‘um’ is freaky.”

He cast his mind back over old meetings, recalling how deliberately Dream spoke on the rare occasions that he did, even in 1689, when he’d done most of the talking. “Yeah, no, that’s fair.” He paused, contemplating what to say next. “This is my fault. I think I accidentally made a deal. Anyone I can talk to about that? Besides, y’know, Dream?”

“…yeah, yeah there might be someone.” He took to the air again, and Hob followed in his wake. The chatter and the storm pressed at the edges of his brain, but having someone to focus on helped. He paused as they crossed the threshold to a library. He was sure he’d been in here before, once or twice, and yet…he didn’t remember a damn thing about it.

*****

• Lucienne &/or Matthew call Death

• Death calls a family meeting

• “Alright. I’m hoping one of us did this, because if it was someone else, this becomes much more serious immediately. I have two prime suspects. Given that Delirium isn’t pointing and laughing, Desire needs to start talking”

“What, i didn’t do anything to Dream” and/or similar until “wait YOURE hob gadling?”/“someone tell me what Hob gadling looks like”/“where does Hob gadling live” and Desire realizes they fucked up more than intended and they are simultaneously delighted and terrified

[yakuzacanons]

hi !! could i request some general dating hcs for tachibana ? thank uuu (≧∇≦)/

Anything for our best boy in real estate. Thanks for ur patience, hope you had a happy new year celebration and all that jazz! Mild NSFW down there btw, gang.

Extremely shy and introverted. Doesn't put himself out there a lot, primarily because he's preoccupied with work. He's more likely to meet a significant other via work than anything, if he's being honest.

It likely wouldn't be an immediate click between the two of you. Chances are you two met via some work event or other, maybe you're even his coworker or secretary. Tachibana isn't actually above mixing work with pleasure, although many people think he would be.

Tachibana absolutely plays his cards super close to his chest so he'll hold off confessing for as long as humanly possible. Extremely skilled at gauging situations and is quite calculated in his interactions to see if this could actually turn into something. Type of guy to make you wonder "Was he looking at me?" or "Did he mean to touch my hand or was it just an accident".

Quite a traditional man when it comes to dates. Very much a pick-you-up-take-you-to-dinner type of guy. A good dresser and always polite. Holds off on being physical on the first date. You'll likely get a kiss out of him on the second date though.

It's important that he has a partner who understands what's he's going through and what he's been through. It will take him time to open up to you about the details, but he'll be upfront about the fact that he's by no means a man with a clean slate of a past. If you can accept that as a baseline, then he'll feel much more comfortable about you.

Unlike Majima who will likely not divulge much about his past unless asked, Tachibana will make a point to eventually lay it all out in front of you. In a serious relationship, he feels he can trust you with this knowledge and that in love there's no need for him to keep anything from you.

He's similar to Daigo in that his work is an overpowering force in his life and he's exhausted a lot of the time. He'll make a regular effort to call you from the office on late nights, or if you work in the same place as him he'll regularly check up on you throughout the day.

Out of all the boys, he's the most likely to ask to meet your family someday, especially your parents. Blame it on his difficult past regarding his own family; he's by no means using you and your family as a replacement though. The lack of his own family makes him value the idea of it more.

Despite his outwardly shy demeanor and calm voice, Tachibana is kind of a freak in bed. Certainly not shy when it comes to kinks and can actually top with the best of them.

If you work in the same place as him, office sex WILL happen. It is inevitable. He's kind of always wondered what that would be like as a general fantasy but once he gets a taste, he can't get enough.

Not super physically affectionate in public, mostly a kiss on the hand or cheek kind of guy. At home, he's not much a cuddler but you can absolutely just lean on him whenever. Lean your head on his shoulder, lay your head in his lap, lay your entire body on top of him, he will not mind at all.

One final note: don't make fun of his bedhead in the mornings. It takes effort to get that clean, slickback look, you know. He can't help if he tosses and turns in his sleep!

[suns-pott]

Azul and Jade with Angelite and kunzite?

what a fun onee

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Azul Ashengrotto

Angelite- how calm is the yandere and what aggravates them?

Azul does his best to make you love him, that's all he wants from you, he will try his best to not get angry with you, but he does get irked if you cause more problems on purpose. Either breaking things in his room, damaging anything in the Mostro lounge, or being bratty for your petty revenge. If it's early enough in your... relocation, he'll let it slide while lightly chastising you, if he deems it late enough for you to have gotten used to your new life he will give out a proper punishment.

"Come now my dear, you know how expensive those glasses were to acquire. If this keeps up I'll have to isolate you again, you remember just how much you clung to me after those 3 weeks right? Please do not test my patience, love."

Kunzite- is the yandere's motivations love, lust or something else?

His motivation is definitely for what he calls love. He finds you to be the perfect fit for him, he absolutely adores every part of you, even if you don't think very highly of yourself. He kidnaps you for the sake of protecting you and ensuring you stay with him, and does his best to make you happy. At his core, he just wants to be loved by you, and will do anything to make it happen. He's delusional enough to believe that someday his feelings will be reciprocated, and just self aware enough to know that you will be understandably upset with him at first. But that's alright, you'll soon come to terms with your new life with him and love him back.

"Ah, don't worry love, I'm here now, you'll never need anyone else but me, isn't that wonderful~?"

Jade Leech

Angelite- how calm is the yandere and what aggravates them?

Jade is frighteningly calm, it's nearly impossible to read his emotions or what is going to trigger his sadistic side. He's not easily aggravated, unless you really try your luck and outright disobey him. He'll respect your moment of confidence for a few seconds before taking back control; depending on his mood his method will vary. It can be anything from a frightening expression with a threat to go along with it to outright violence to see those sweet tears of pain.

"There it is, I do admire how beautiful you look with tears from your eyes, as much as I adore that, I do need you to cooperate with me for now, alright? Now, let out another scream for me will you?"

Kunzite- is the yandere's motivations love, lust or something else?

It's certainly not in the name of love or lust, but something else entirely. He essentially keeps you around for his own entertainment and thrives off of your fear of him. He occasionally resorts to violence, but he much prefers to toy with your mind until you break, it's his form of adoration for you, even considering how twisted this kind of love is. He'll do anything he wants with you, and he might get a few ideas from his other half. As much as his brother is regarded for being stupidly strong, he has his moments of strength with you, judging by how your ankles screech in pain from your last escape attempt is anything to go by.

"Ah ah ah, I can't have any of that, while I do enjoy the challenge you bring, this simply won't do. I'll have to punish you for this won't I?"

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[battlecrazed-axe-mage]

How do you think your WOL feels about the other Scions?

Under a readmore because it got kind of long!

Thancred: I had an Ul'dah start, so he was her first connection with the Scions! Very proud of how he's grown as a person in the time she's known him. Teases him mercilessly in the most affectionate of ways. Probably hooked up with him at some point early on; they don't talk about it these days, but mostly because that's not where their relationship landed

Y'shtola: Absolute greatest respect and a little bit of fear. She trusts Y'shtola's words and plans pretty much more than almost anyone else she knows--UNLESS Flow is involved. Please stop solving problems with Flow we're running out of ways to pull you back out. Fully supports all of her high level mage nonsense and wants to help with her dimension-crossing thing any way she can.

Urianger: At this point, if Urianger starts doing something that superficially looks like plotting against the group, she takes it on faith that he knows what he's doing and has a good reason. When he eventually confesses his duplicity and cries for forgiveness, she wraps him in the tightest hug and goes "it's fine, look, don't worry about it. I know you." Will listen to him endlessly even if she only grasps a fraction of what he's talking about

Alphinaud: Baby brother. Incandescently proud of him and the capable young man he's become in the time she's known him. When he called her his family in Eulmore she got a little misty-eyed; considers him and Alisaie basically actual family. The only person whose plans she trusts above Y'shtola's. He's going to be a great leader someday, and she hopes she can be helpful when that day comes.

Alisaie: Baby sister. If Alphinaud is the twin she loves but doesn't understand, Alisaie is the one she understands in every mote of her being; Alisaie is basically her but younger. Do NOT leave the two of them alone to carry out some part of a plan, they enable each other's most reckless and ill-advised impulses and will yes-and each other until only fire lives here now. (Probably my favorite of the scions)

G'raha: Her spouse's boyfriend. Not her type as a lover; something closer than a friend; ranks just below the twins on the list of "people I would kill and/or die for". Raha is an absolutely essential pillar of her life at this point so please stop trying to martyr yourself godsdammit. If ever she has a dilemma she can't see a way out of, or if she wants a second opinion of something, he's her first thought

Estinien: Understands him as a brother-in-arms and lets him dictate the terms of their friendship (so they're not super close, but warm enough when their paths cross). Keeps tabs on him for Aymeric's peace of mind as best she can. There's few people she trusts more to have her back in a fight. Makes a point to treat him to a meal anytime they see each other because she still fully does not trust him with money and wants to be sure he's eating

Krile: Worked closely with her for an extended period of time on the displaced Isle of Val and got to know her in that time. Krile is probably the scion that knows the most of her secret fears and uncertainties; my character feels it's only fair after Krile trusted her with her own survivor's guilt over being the only one to escape the isle. Despite Krile being younger than her, considers her a bit of a "responsible adult" and can be reined in by her

Tataru: Bestie!! Eternally indebted to her as the beating heart of the Scions. Would move mountains for her. Probably relies on her quite a bit as someone who's also started selling her crafts (mostly soup lately) and sells out of her storefronts. Every aimless adventurer needs a pragmatic tether to the real world, and Tataru is hers. They get together every so often to gossip and catch up, when my character makes it back to town

[jessicas-pi]

📙 📕 please?

OOOO ok since you sent two I'm gonna give you two AUs--a short one and a long one!

the short AU idea is one I call Hi, You've Reached The New Republic. How Can I Help You?

It's based on the premise that, at the end of TRoS, Ben doesn't die. He lives and joins the good guys! But he did a lot of bad stuff, so he's going to be punished. Originally he gets sentenced to death, but Rey is sad about that, and so Poe and Finn step in because Rey Cannot Be Sad. But, also, they understandably resent the bad stuff he did, and they're allowed to be a little petty, as a treat. So they suggest Ben be sentenced to a fate worse than death.

And by "fate worse than death," I mean customer service.

So now Ben works for the New New Republic, answering phones, and he has to deal with all the garbage that customer service workers get, and at this point, Rey's Not Mad Just Disappointed face is the only thing keeping him from turning evil again. Force Ghost Anakin Shenanakins optional.

the other AU I have in mind is a crossover based on Crooked House, which is an Agatha Christie novel! It's long so i'm putting it beneath a cut.

SO, when I read Crooked House, I got like half a chapter in and was absolutely OVERWHELMED by the sabezra vibes from the main couple. It's like, guy meets girl, guy is in love with girl, girl reciprocates, guy goes off to war for a few years, guy and girl are reunited. also, girl has an absolutely insane family where literally anyone could be a suspect in a murder.

ANYWAY i immediately came up with an AU, as one does. I call it Crooked Clan.

I haven't decided if I want this AU to be set in our world in the past, in the canon star wars universe, or in a star-warsy-yet-vintagey universe that is different from canon. I'm thinking the third option probably.

So, the idea is that Sabine's clan isn't ruled by her mother, but by her grandmother, who also owns the Darksaber. Sabine and Ezra are friends in this AU--which happens in a universe where Order 66 was never a thing--despite Ezra being a Jedi and Sabine being Mandalorian. They've known each other since their teenage years, like in canon, and they're very close.

When Sabine is about 22, her grandmother dies under mysterious circumstances, and Sabine asks Ezra to come help her. Ostensibly as moral support, but she actually suspects there was foul play. Ezra agrees immediately because he would do anything for her.

it becomes clear soon that there WAS foul play. The obvious suspect is Gar Saxon, Ursa's distant cousin, who invited himself into their home and is known to be ruthless with a dislike for the Wrens. And due to a technicality, he would become ruler of Clan Wren unless the previous Countess specifically left it to someone else. And the will Sabine's grandmother supposedly made is missing.

But, one-by-one, it becomes clear that everyone in Sabine's family is suspect.

As follows:

Ursa, Sabine's mother, who was supposed to inherit rulership of the clan

Alrich, Sabine's father, who would willingly do anything for his wife

Tristan, Sabine's brother, who was ruthlessly bullied by his grandmother and openly hated her

Eris (an OC), Sabine's aunt and Ursa's older sister, who was disinherited less than a month ago for her supposed "madness"

Bo-Katan, a family friend who turns out to have previously been associated with a terrorist organization known as Death Watch

and finally, Sabine herself becomes suspect, when her grandmother's will finally resurfaces, and she learns that the rulership of the clan--along with the Darksaber--was left to her.

I haven't worked out ALL the details yet, but I have a LOT of vibes in my head, and... yeah, that's the ramble! There may be more someday! But I make no guarantees!

Thank you for the ask!! :D

[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

Hello from Italy!!

I have a weird-ish question for you, but first I HAVE to tell you just how much I love your writing: when I randomly came across the second chapter of Comet in my recommended, I had no clue what it was about, but I was immediately captivated by your style. It’s evocative, mesmerizing and an absolute pleasure to read. Thank you for sharing your work with us!

Back to my question, I’ve noticed pregnancy and motherhood seem to be a recurring theme in your stories. In my somewhat limited experience reading fanfic, I have rarely seen both those themes explored in a way that enriches the plot as much as your work does.

So I guess I’m wondering, is there something you find particularly compelling about the experience of pregnancy/motherhood?

It’s inherently a pretty huge transformative experience and a big perspective change for the characters, so that alone could explain the recurrence, I guess, but I’d love to hear your opinion!!

Again, I hope this doesn’t come across as a too-weird or too-personal of a question; you absolutely don’t have to answer if that’s the case

ps. can’t wait for Sunday!

Hello dear!!! Thank you so much for reading my fics and for your kind words, I really appreciate your support 🥹 I've never been to Italy, but I want to go someday and have heard it's beautiful!!! I hope you liked the Rome chapter in Comet 😅🥰

I'm pretty open about everything, so I'm happy to answer your question! I personally enjoy being around kids (I'm a teacher), but I don't like babies have never really had a desire to be pregnant, give birth, breastfeed, etc. Everything involving babies freaks me out lol. I also have some health issues that would make pregnancy more dangerous for me than a "normal" person. So I don't have my own children and have no personal experience with pregnancy or trying to conceive. I'm only 30, so I have time to change my mind, but at the moment I'm not interested in all that 😅

When it comes to writing, pregnancy and motherhood just feel like inevitable aspects of many stories. Unless a fic is set in the modern day (and also not during a zombie apocalypse 😂), reliable birth control didn't exist. Furthermore, even nowadays, accidents can happen and many people actively want children. So if I'm writing about women, pregnancy and motherhood are often going to become relevant to the plot at some point. And my characters - just like women in real life - have a variety of perspectives on the issue: yearning, fear, excitement, ambivalence, indifference, disappointment, fulfillment. I also think it's quite common for people to be taken by surprise in terms of how they react to the realities of parenthood, with some people enjoying it more than they expected to and others feeling like they made a huge mistake.

Basically, my explorations of pregnancy and motherhood are less about me than they are about the arc of each story and the development of its characters 💜

[disenchantedif]

SCREW IT ASSIGN EVERY SNTV SONG A CHARACTER OR SHIP

Say less. I absolutely love this ask.

Mine: MC/Avery

Braced myself for the goodbye, 'cause that's all I've ever known; then you took me by surprise, you said, "I'll never leave you alone"

Sparks Fly: MC/Cameron

Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around, 'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Back to December: MC/Luci

You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye; so this is me swallowing my pride, standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night

Speak Now: Mikhail/Taisiya (she left her fiancé for him)

So don't say yes, run away now; I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door

Dear John: ??? (The Wraith)

You are an expert at sorry and keeping the lines blurry, never impressed by me acing your tests

Mean: MC @ Francisca & Luis Rivera

You, with your switching sides and your wildfire lies and your humiliation

The Story of Us: MC/Luci

This is looking like a contest of who can act like they care less, but I liked it better when you were on my side

Never Grow Up: Avery

Remember the footsteps, remember the words said, and all your little brother's favorite songs; I just realized everything I have is someday gonna be gone

Enchanted: Charlie

Same old tired, lonely place; walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy, vanished when I saw your face

Better Than Revenge: Theo

Sophistication isn't what you wear, or who you know, or pushing people down to get you where you wanna go; they didn't teach you that in prep school, so it's up to me

Innocent: ??? (The Wraith)

Wasn't it beautiful runnin' wild 'til you fell asleep, before the monsters caught up to you?

Haunted: Harlow

Something's made your eyes go cold; come on, come on, don't leave me like this, I thought I had you figured out

Last Kiss: MC/Luci

So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep, and I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe

Long Live: Bestie Squad (Vik, Theo, Charlie, & MC)

Long, long live the look on your face, and bring on all the pretenders; one day, we will be remembered

Ours: MC/Penny

Don't you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine but they can't take what's ours

Superman: Mikhail/Taisiya

He's got his mothers eyes, his father's ambition, I wonder if he knows how much that I miss him

Electric Touch: MC/Avery

I've got my money on things goin' badly, got a history of stories ending sadly; still hoping that the fire won't burn me just one time

When Emma Falls in Love: Penny

She won't walk away unless she knows she absolutely has to leave; and she's the kind of book that you can't put down, like if Cleopatra grew up in a small town

I Can See You: MC/Amri

I can see you waitin' down the hall from me, and I could see you up against the wall with me; and what would you do, baby, if you only knew?

Castles Crumbling: Luci

Ones I loved tried to help, so I ran them off; and here I sit alone behind walls of regret, falling down like promises that I never kept

Foolish One: Charlie

And the voices say, “you are not the exception, you will never learn your lesson”; foolish one, stop checkin' your mailbox for confessions of love that ain't never gonna come

Timeless: MC/Viktor

I would've read your love letters every single night and run away and left it all behind, you still would've been mine, we would've been timeless

[thirteen-jades]

hi Gamer! :3

1. Games you’re currently playing?

2. Do you like playing with mods?

5. Games you’ve played in the past 12 months that you really enjoyed?

8. A game you played completely blind with no prior knowledge of and enjoyed/loved?

13. A series you’ve enjoyed since your early days of gaming and still enjoy to this day whether it still has games coming out or is one you return to? damn, i wish i'd asked nee-san this one, i missed it earlier...

14. A character you particularly like in the game you’re currently playing?

19. A game you didn’t finish but would like to get back to or restart someday

23. A game ending that’s really stuck with you

32. Game you think you’ll finish next?

35. What's your favorite genre of game?

56.Multi-player or single player?

57. Ask anything you wish!: Games you're looking forward to playing soon?

❤

1. Games you’re currently playing?

OSRS, Ace Combat 4, and Old World are the main ones I think? Also Wartales whenever the GOG and Steam versions sync so we can actually do that again

2. Do you like playing with mods?

I tend to default to not modding things just because for a long time mods never really seemed to work right for me in just about anything I tried to apply them to. I've been doing it more though, and I think they're frequently quite good.

5. Games you’ve played in the past 12 months that you really enjoyed?

Armored Core 6 has to take the #1 spot here I think, but there's a bunch of others too. In no particular order, Old World, Old School Runescape, Ace Combat 4, Age of Empires 2, and... probably a lot of others I'm forgetting. I think I first played Wartales more than a year ago, but I've really been enjoying the recent playthrough again

8. A game you played completely blind with no prior knowledge of and enjoyed/loved?

Dark Souls. That game was an absolute blast, even if I was remarkably bad at it at first. One of the few things that's gotten me so immersed/distracted that I actually forgot to do homework/school-related responsibilities.

13. A series you’ve enjoyed since your early days of gaming and still enjoy to this day whether it still has games coming out or is one you return to? damn, i wish i'd asked nee-san this one, i missed it earlier...

Oh, I'd have to think here. Starcraft was my old favorite for sure, but I've sorta fallen off the train with that one, so to speak. I'm not sure there's much left that I still play from my early days? I think if I had to pick *something* for an answer, it would be Lego Racers. I really liked that as a kid. Should go back and replay them sometime

14. A character you particularly like in the game you’re currently playing?

None of the games I'm currently playing are particularly heavily character-focused I think, unless I'm forgetting one. If we include TTRPGs, then my PC for Skull & Shackles. Otherwise maybe my character's daughter from that one Old World campaign that snuck out of her room three nights in a row to go fuck some other noble family's daughter. I really liked her

19. A game you didn’t finish but would like to get back to or restart someday

There's a lot of them, but Gothic 2 and Planescape: Torment both come to mind

23. A game ending that’s really stuck with you

Mary Skelter 2. You know why

32. Game you think you’ll finish next?

Ace Combat 4 tonight, probably/hopefully!

35. What's your favorite genre of game?

RPGs, particularly when they actually remember what the first two letters of the acronym stand for

56. Multi-player or single player?

Never choose "or" when "and" is on the table

57. Ask anything you wish!: Games you're looking forward to playing soon?

Many! AC4, AC 6-7, trying out Runescape 3, the eventual AC6 DLC/expansion, probably some others that are eluding me still. Maybe Elin sometime too

[pain-in-the-butler]

Hiiii. I have two questions about your story, Coattails!

 

First of all, I love your fic so much omg. I binge-read it in like 5 days a few weeks ago, and ever since then, it's been the only thing I think about. You write the characters so beautifully. I love how you write Sebastian's descent into Dadbastian, and his relationship with Ciel.

 

Feel free to not answer any question :)

 

1. Are we reaching the climax of what Happened to Fairclough in Chapter 1? / Nearing the end of Coattails? 

 

I'm so excited to know what Fairclough is going to do and for all the Dadbastian moments that will come out of it. At first, I thought Fairclough wasn't human, but I'm pretty sure you confirmed somewhere that he is definitely human. Then I was thinking, What if Fairclough is working with or for something that isn't human? I really don't know; there are so many possibilities! I'm really curious. Oh, and I just know that order that Ciel made where Sebastian can't get within a mile of Fairclough is definitely going to backfire. Now that I'm thinking about it, I wonder how Sebastian is going to save Ciel when Fairclough kidnaps him or something, since it's not like he can get within a mile of Fairclough. Unless Ciel manages to break that order or Sebastian himself breaks it and goes "demon mode," idk. But breaking an order would probably affect their contract, What if the contract breaks?? That would be pretty interesting 🤔 

Oh, and the whole thing with Sebastian being able to feel love and stuff with the magic that's inside him. I wonder, how did that happen? Although Fairclough is obviously the main villain of the story, I don't think he has anything to do with it. Because why would he want Sebastian to become more gentle with Ciel? That would just cause him to become more protective when people like Fairclough are near, right? Affecting Fairclough if he tries to do something. Unless Fairclough did have something to do with it, it might've backfired on him?

 

Sorry, I just realised I'm rambling, lol. Those are just some of my thoughts/theories.

 

2. What's going to happen after you finish writing Coattails?

Like, do you plan on stopping writing Dadbastian? I hope not. I love how your writing, so I'd definitely miss it a lot. But I understand if you choose to stop. Coattails is currently at like 350k words (plus, it's probably going to have a lot more than that after you finish), so if you don't want to write any more Dadbastian after that, I understand — it's a lot.

 

Anyway, thanks for reading! Once again, feel free to not answer any question! I really don't mind. Oh and I just realised I wrote a lot here, lol. I hope I'm not being annoying or anything. Bye :)

Ahhh, what a wonderful message to wake up to in my inbox! 🥰 Thank you so much for binging and enjoying Coattails! These characters are deeply important to me, so I always hope to do them justice. I would be happy to answer your questions, at least without spoiling anything as much as possible!

First of all, are we near the climax? Yes! Are we near the ending? Yes and no. We are probably about eight chapters away from the end, but that doesn't necessarily mean we're close time-wise or word count-wise. I still anticipate that I won't finish this story until late 2025.

Your ideas about Fairclough and the effects of the foreign magic are an interesting read and I thank you for all your predictions, but I can confirm or deny nothing! Just know that the answers are very close now...

And will I keep writing Dadbastian after I finish Coattails? Yes, absolutely! The Coattails universe is one I will come back to, no doubt — for instance, I'd really like for Ciel and Sebastian to meet Sieglinde and Wolfram. I have ideas for other fluffy post-main story scenarios too. And I have other Kuro projects I'd like to get to someday as well! A rewrite of the Weston arc and a humorous modern AU fic where Ciel and Sebastian have a mission on a Disney cruise are just two ideas I'd like to explore. No doubt there will be some Dadbastian influence there as well... and more Dadbastian fics I have yet to think of.

You were certainly not annoying, I'm really grateful you could be so invested in my writing! Thank you so much for your questions, have a wonderful day!