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[ponderingmoonlight]

Gojo teasing the heck out of you after realizing you get flustered by his eyes

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,3k

Synopsis: After working with smooth operator Gojo Satoru for years, he slowly but surely began to realize what your true weakness is: his bright blue orbs. And he wouldn't be Satoru Gojo if he wouldn't use that against you...

Warnings: none really, language maybe. Shout out to the anon who requested this! I know I already posted it yesterday, but my Tumblr completely broke down at some point and I had to write support multiple times so this got lost in translation somehow...Hope you still enjoy <3

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Urgh, why does this man have to look so shamelessly good? Your eyes dart towards him when his skilled fingers are about to take his blindfold off. You truly hate Satoru Gojo and the way he carries himself with so much self-consciousness. Yes, Satoru Gojo is one of those men who know exactly how good they look and how to use this power over weak people.

Weak people like yourself.

You aren’t even able to realize how blatantly you stare at him before his eyes meet yours, cheeky grin plastered on his face.

“Enjoying the view, (y/n)?”

Oh, how much he loves the blush that immediately turns your cheeks red, whole face screwed up in pure embarrassment. You’re like an open book, so easy to read that he just can’t help himself. Over the last months of working together with you as teachers at Jujutsu High, he slowly but surely began to realize the power he has over you. How your gaze always wanders towards him, eyeing him up and down. How you seem to automatically walk his direction without even noticing. Yes, it is clear to everyone else that you are attracted to him.

And you are miserable at hiding it.

“Don’t be ridiculous”, you huff, shielding your eyes from his intense orbs.

Fuck, he caught you staring again. You swore to yourself to stop this madness. Yes, you are a grown woman, a truly skilled teacher at Jujutsu High. Seeing a good-looking man shouldn’t leave you all flustered. What about Kento Nanami, Suguru Geto? Why are you able to act professional around all these ridiculous gorgeous men?

Because they don’t have those eyes.

Oh, those striking blue orbs that seem to hold the entire oceans of earth, the eyes that shine like diamonds in sunlight. As soon as you catch a glimpse of him without his blindfold or even better sunglasses you are completely doomed.

And he knows. Satoru Gojo definitely knows. And that’s exactly why he uses every little bit against you whenever possible.

“You’re staring again”, he purrs.

You shake your head vehemently. Stop this madness, you are too old to act like that! With a swift motion you turn on your heels, walking away from him as fast as possible while sweat runs down your forehead. Why the hell did he have to catch you again? How embarrassing, why do you have to act like a horny teenager? Satoru Gojo is nothing more than a beautiful man with way too much charm. What is so special about him?

“You’re walking the wrong way. Your students are waiting over there.”

You stop in your tracks. Please, let the ground break open and swallow you whole.

“Screw you”, you hiss under your breath.

-at training-

“You’re doing quite well today, (y/n). I’m impressed.”

You swing around elegantly, avoiding his attacks under any condition. You narrow your eyes over his dumb comment, gazing at him just long enough to witness how he’s taking his blindfold off.

Oh.

What a gorgeous man. That bright blue orbs that elevate the delicate features of his face so well, how they seem to match the sky above so perfectly. Satoru’s eyes surely have something no men else has. Is it charm, is it the infinite power he holds in those eyes? You can’t put a finger on it.

In fact, you aren’t even able to react when he sweeps you off your feel, back clashing against the hard floor underneath.

Ouch. You groan in annoyance, gazing up at him in distress. This…this was on purpose. That fucking asshole.

“You have some nerve”, you hiss through gritted teeth, face going completely red in the split of a second.

You look so lovely to his feet, whole face screwed up in anger while a wave of embarrassment rolls over you without mercy. Yes, he caught you staring again. Why does it have to be so damn amusing to mess with you? But there’s something else…

Sure, he messes with Utahime and his students all the time just for the fun of it. Something about you is different, though. Yes, it’s not exclusively about laughing his ass off. He likes the way you blush under his gaze, how you react when he looks at you with his bare face. The way you aren’t able to control your emotions at all pulls on his heart strings in a way it shouldn’t.

“Need a hand?” he questions, stretching out his hand in front of you.

“Leave me alone”, you bark at him, smacking his arm away while standing up.

When will this madness finally end? Why can’t you just pull yourself together? You know Satoru Gojo for many years by now, you fought on his side so many times that you lost count. Why? Why on earth are you still not able to contain yourself? Why do you have to get all flustered when this jerk bats his eyelashes at you?

“It’s quite cute to be honest.”

“What?”, you mumble, turning away from his intense stare.

“The way I make your knees go weak just by taking my sunglasses or blindfold off.”

You swirl around, rage running through your veins. Did he really say that out loud? God, please let lighting hit and kill you right on the spot. Why…why did he have to say it like that? Your face feels hot like a thousand fires, it seems like you forgot how to talk.

“What, cat got your tongue (y/n)?”

He sneaks up on you, step by step nearer. Oh god, you feel like fainting. What the hell is happening here? Your heart almost beats out of your chest, eyes completely locked with his intense gaze.

“T-that’s…not true”, you stutter.

Within all the years you knew Satoru Gojo, it was never more than an innocent crush, never more than him teasing the heck out of you. But now he lingers above you, heat of his body so near that it feels like you’re burning alive. No, you never allowed your mind to wander this far, to imagine him this close. But now…

“Are you sure about that? Your body tells me differently. For example, the way your cheeks burn up…”

His fingertips brush against your cheek, gently caressing it.

“Or how your whole body trembles…”

He lets his other hand glide over your shivering arm.

“Oh, and the way your breath got stuck in your throat. What’s wrong, (y/n)? Did you forget how to breathe?”

His face draws closer, only inches away until…

You let out your shaky breath. He suddenly stops, only inches away from the heat of your lips.

“See, I told you I make you weak”, he purrs.

Oh god, lord have mercy. What are you supposed to do now? It seems like your mind went completely numbed, glossy eyes staring at him wide open. He is so close that you can smell him, so close that you can literally feel him. This isn’t about his eyes anymore, it’s about him. Satoru Gojo and the goddamn power he has over you, how you fold just by one glance of him.

“Well, I need to get going now. See ya, (y/n)!”

As fast as this sweet moment approached he is gone in the wind, already on his way back to Jujutsu High. You stay behind, glancing at his back completely bamboozled.

That asshole. He only played with you.

“I fucking hate you Satoru!”, you shout, running after him with your fist flying through the air.

“Nice try”, he comments, catching your hand mid-air.

“But I meant what I said, you really are cute. It’s just that I have a meeting in…oh, 30 minutes ago. Bye (y/n).”

With one last glimpse into his ocean blue eyes he’s gone. That jerk who sweeps you off your feet with his orbs only, the man that makes you feel like a child again.

You sign to yourself. Wow, you really are weak.

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summary: fali gets to meet the sully family, and he has never been more terrified.

a/n: now how can i possibly start this? thank you so much. seriously. this is actually insane !! the support received on the last [y/n] sully x fali fic has provided me with enough motivation to pull this little thing together in two days ( i also decided, if you haven't seen my last post, that the general public would prefer small short imagines rather than a story-like series !! ) it’s much shorter than the last one (1.5k), but it’s very sweet. i hope you all enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it. NOTE: to those who have sent requests in, thank you so much !! i am working through them slowly but surely, and i’ve already planned out the majority of them. thank you all again, hope you enjoy !! feedback, reblogs, and reqs are always appreciated !!

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warnings: none except for major fluff, maybe some happy lil tears, the cutest little relationship ever, jake and neytiri being scary, relationship goals ( could possibly make you feel extremely lonely—that is how i am currently feeling !! )

part i

meet the family

fali liked to consider himself to be brave. he was born as the only child to his parents, vi’ieo and fpai, two extremely well respected warriors of the metkayina. thanks to his mother’s childhood connection with ronal, he was raised alongside tsireya and ao’nung, almost like he was their older brother.

to say that he’d encountered a scary parent before would be an understatement. not only did he have fpai and vi’ieo’s wrath underneath his belt, but he also had experienced that of ronal and tonowari.

so, why was fali so freaked out when he saw jake sully stomping towards him, lo’ak and neteyam trailing right behind him. a few steps later walked [y/n], her arms crossed in front of her chest and shoulders hunched sheepishly.

before he could even see [y/n]’s face, he knew exactly what was happening, flashbacks to the day before coming to mind. he should’ve known that their facade would be up as soon as tuk walked in on the two of them, immediately questioning “what the heck they were doing.” the two, desperate and dumb, answered by claiming they were playing shark. that’s why fali was biting her neck!

fali froze as he saw the sully males walk closer and closer, nearly letting the net full of fish that he’d grabbed from the reef trap slip out of his grip. he was lucky that his reflexes were more than equipped, immediately adjusting his grip so he could continue pulling the net onto the dock.

as he heaved the net upwards, flipping it over his shoulder to land on the wooden boards beside his feet, jake sully and his sons took their first steps onto the dock, tracking bits of sand off of the shore into the cracks and crannies of the worn down grain.

fali swallowed, stepping overtop the net so it didn’t awkwardly sit between him and the sully boys, inhaling sharply as he could finally read the expression of [y/n].

“lo’ak, neteyam,” he greeted with a smile, not letting his nerves get to the surface. he then nodded at jake, “sir.” fali brought his hand up, gesturing oel ngati kameie to the omaticayans.

“fali,” jake sully returned, his expression flat and grim. the man sure knows how to intimidate, fali thought, swallowing a nervous wad of spit.

“how can i help you?” fali asked, smile bright and voice kind.

jake chuckled at that, although he didn’t seem all that amused. “skip the formalities, fali,” he commanded, leading fali to nod immediately. at that, jake hid an impressed expression. he’s clearly grown up alongside warrior parents.

“so,” jake continued slowly, allowing [y/n] to finally catch up, stopping next to the youngest brother. the father’s eyes drifted from his daughter back to fali. “you’re the one she chose?”

“i suppose if that’s how you want to put it,” fali chuckled nervously, his hands growing clammy as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

jake nodded slowly at that. fali cursed himself. “how would you put it?”

“dad!” [y/n] hissed, but her words went ignored.

“uh,” he trailed, head ducking as he scratched the back of his neck, not missing the amused expressions that rested on both neteyam and lo’ak’s faces.

“look,” jake saved him from answering, knowing that fali was far too clueless. “all that we’re here to say is the simple rundown.”

fali felt himself straightening his shoulders, forcing himself to hold eye contact. he did not need his girlfriend’s father disliking him.

“in the most basic form, if you hurt her,” jake trailed, his eyes flickering to his oldest who held her head in her hands, indigo washing out her face due to the embarrassment. “we—” his hand raised, gesturing to the three males—”hurt you.”

“dad!” [y/n] scolded again, voice much louder as she clasped a hand overtop her mouth, jaw dropped in the slightest bit.

fali swallowed, the two younger boys stifling laughs from behind their father.

“understood?”

immediately, the metkayina boy nodded. “yes, sir.”

and then, it was almost as if the tension from seconds earlier dissipated. “good,” jake affirmed, a smile gracing his lips. he offered his forearm to the boy. “it is good to finally meet you.”

fali returned his grin, grasping jake’s arm. “and me, you.”

fali thought that he was safe. he finally got the talk done with his girlfriend’s ( extremely scary ) father! what else was there to worry about?

well, fali was in for a pleasant surprise!

later that afternoon, after debriefing with [y/n]—a conversation that’d been full of laughter, mainly because [y/n] was poking fun at him—the pair decided that, since the word was out and had spread very quickly ( news didn’t take long in the metkayina villages ), they would spend the day together.

at one point, after they managed to finish all of their duties for the day, they seemed to wander back to the sully’s marui.

“you should meet my mother,” [y/n] begged, her eyes bright.

he laughed at her desperation. “i have already met your mother through ronal.”

“officially meet her. and you know what i mean!”

fali hummed, using to hand that he wasn’t using to hold [y/n]’s to tap against his chin, miming a deep state of thinking. “well, i suppose.”

and that’s how the two found themselves bounding across the sand, [y/n]’s face bright with joy as she held his hand. the exuberant girl practically dragged him, willing him to walk faster.

it was so weird to [y/n]. having something—someone—of her own. someone that she could bring home to show off to her family, someone that she could finally claim as someone that she loved. she’d never been able to do that before.

fali couldn’t help but feel immense joy every time he looked at her. every time she wore that brilliant smile, that gorgeous way that the skin around her eyes wrinkled. fali’d experienced… a lot. he was an impressive and very attractive warrior, after all, but despite whatever experimenting had been done all those years ago, nothing compared to this.

as the two finally found themselves in a close proximity to the sully’s marui, it was as if fali finally remembered that, while jake was scary, neytiri was terrifying.

once they entered, they immediately saw neytiri who sat behind tuk. the mother was busy threading beads into the youngest child’s hair, a desire that the baby of the family had been requesting for months.

at the sight, [y/n] laughed, causing neytiri to look up with her eyebrow muscles raised. “you finally did it?” she questioned, quickly leaping over top the junk that was scattered in the entrance and crossing her legs besides her baby sister.

“yes!” tuk cried triumphantly. “i even got to pick the beads.”

“this one’s pretty,” [y/n] mused, analyzing a clay bead that’d been stained a deep blue color.

neytiri cleared her throat before she shoved the bowl of beads into her eldest’s hands. “take these,” she demanded, pushing herself onto her feet.

at the action, fali swallowed. the sully family sure was protective.

he fixed his posture as the mother walked over, carefully avoiding the messy obstacles thanks to her childrens’ inability to clean up after themselves. she stopped directly in front of the boy.

“ma’am,” he greeted, gesturing for the second time that day.

“fali.” neytiri’s smile was warm, comforting. and yet, he still felt a bit nervous. with neytiri, she did not vocalize her threats or warnings, but they didn’t need to be vocalized. oh no, with neytiri, you just knew.

“i’m sorry that we could not have a formal introduction to you and my daughter’s relationship,” neytiri offered, her eyes staring straight into his soul.

at that, fali chuckled. “me too, but i’m afraid the only people at fault for how it played out was, well, us.” he caught the gaze of [y/n], her stare soft and smile gentle.

neytiri’s amused grin only grew at those words. “next time you decide to do that, i suggest making sure you’re not in the same proximity as my youngest child.”

fali blushed at that, a deep indigo spreading throughout his entire face. “whoops.” he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.

luckily for him, the small voice of tuk had both him an neytiri looking back at the sully girls. “fali!” she cried. “come help! it is taking too long.”

at that, [y/n] gasped in mock offense. “i’m trying, tuk.”

“try harder.”

fali laughed, and once he got a soft nod from the mother, he made his way over to the pair of siblings sitting on the floor. “i’m not sure i’ll be of much use. i’ve never done this before!”

“come here.” [y/n] patted the ground beside her. “i will teach you.”

“please do not ruin my hair, fali. if you make me look ugly, you aren’t allowed to date my big sister.”

“noted,” fali trailed, sitting down behind the baby sully. his eyes tracked over to [y/n]’s hands, watching how her fingers moved in order to get the beads on successfully.

“like this—do you see?”

“mhm…”

“and then you take this.”

“yes i see that.”

“no, dumbie, like this.”

“oh!”

from the entrance of the marui, two pairs of eyes watched the young couple, their gazes soft.

“he is good,” neytiri whispered to jake, leaning her head on his shoulder.

jake hummed in agreement. “they are good.”

[loftec]

Shameless DVD Commentary: None the wiser

I was tagged by a lovely anon over at @shamelessdvdcommentary to do this, thank you! Here we gooo

Which fanfic is your DVD commentary about?

The people (11 out of 20) have spoken! None the wiser

Give us some stats - (when you wrote it, word count, how long it took to finish, is it a one-shot/multi-chapter, etc)

First published: 2015-09-23 (coming up on 9 years what is time??)

Last updated: 2021-12-11 (holy heck that's... shit! I'm sorry!)

Words: 218,480 and counting

Chapters: 53/68

What was the initial inspiration for your story?

A little bit of everything, mostly I'd been reading a lot of Shameless fic at the time and really wanted to write something that was both a really quite basic diner/coffee shop AU, but The Most version of it. The slowest burn, the most diner AU. I had no ambition for people to like it but I wanted it to be Known. If anyone ever asked for a diner fic, they'd HAVE to say, well, NTW is The Most diner fic we've got. If someone asked for slow burn, people would sigh and say, WELL, this one over here is the worst, but it is very slow. And also I was inspired by Before Sunrise / Before Sunset, and working in the music industry.

If the story is written from a character’s POV, why did you choose this character?

I chose Mickey specifically because of the Concept, that Ian decides when the chapters start and end (with some exceptions) by going to the diner, but we're limited to Mickey's POV. Generally I think Mickey is easier for me to write, too, he's got a really strong voice and I like looking at the world (and Ian) through his eyes.

What was your favourite scene to write?

The whole banter/walk scene in chapter 44 when they leave the venue:

“Sure you and your lips can do whatever you set your heart to,” he says, “I believe in you.” Ian is silent, and when Mickey risks a glance in the direction of him and his non-trumpeting goddamned marvelous lips, Ian is looking at him like he’s some kind of unsolved mystery. ”What?” Mickey asks, frowning at him when Ian smiles. “Just a thought,” he says. ”You’ve been flirting with me since we first met, haven’t you?”

I had that whole back and forth leading up to the first kiss in my head for years before I got to finally got around to write it and I still love it.

How did you come up with the title?

It's from a song, one of the core songs I associate with this fic. My playlist now has 149 tracks on it, but the ones I consider "core songs" are None the wiser, Day After Tomorrow, Let's Dance, How I Made My Millions, Not Dark Yet, and Mosquitoes. I'm not sure I can explain why, but None The Wiser came on randomly when I was doing dishes and thinking about this fic I was writing, and the vibes just lined up in my head. Also I think it fits this version of Mickey I'm writing, who knows so much and has so much experience, but refuses to understand what's happening when Ian walks into his life.

Are there any little moments or references you hope readers will notice?

Oh, wow. Yeah. I always reference silly little things and I just have to hope people understand them, or tolerate them at least. I think one of my favourite bit of foreshadowing is in chapter 39 when people keep staring at Ian because they obviously recognise him, but Mickey thinks staring at Ian is a completely reasonable thing to do and is mostly just annoyed over how blatant they're being.

Was there anything you struggled to write? If so, how did you overcome this?

I am struggling right now lol, I had meticulous notes for what I wanted to happen for every single chapter up until 45, and now half of them say "they text all day" and I'm like THANKS!!! VERY HELPFUL!! Also life and writers block etc etc.

Favourite line in the story?

This is such a hard choice, so I'll just go with this one from chapter 42:

“So,” Ian says, sitting back to sweep his arms out in a wide motion, presenting his solution. “I think we should go out for breakfast sometime.”

Because to me it pinpoints the moment when Ian breaks the format, in a way? They have met outside the diner before, but only on accident, and here Ian realises that it might be a problem that they only ever hang out at Mickey's job. But metatextually, he also highlights the narrative crux they're stuck in. I don't know, is that a boring favourite line? I have many, and I grabbed the first one I saw so I wouldn't get stuck rereading the whole fic lol. Do you have a favourite line?

Did the storyline change in any way as you wrote the story?

So much, it's hard to believe because there isn't too much of a plot, but so much. My planned ending is so far from what it was when I started out, which is maybe one blessing that comes from how long it's taking me to write it, I have time to rethink things. I can't really talk about it now without spoiling the actual ending, but you better believe I will expose myself once we get to it.

If you are writing a particular trope or genre, was it your first time writing this?

I'd written fic for a different fandom ten years earlier, but nothing in this style I don't think, and this was my first time writing since I was 20 and stopped writing jrock rpf. I suppose I'm still writing about music, though!

What are you most proud about in the story? (plot, characterisation, dialogue, twist/cliffhanger, etc)

One of the things I've always wanted to do with writing for Ian and Mickey is to let them have conversations, have things in common, and be friends. Because I think they were in canon, we just never got to see it (in the first 5 seasons, careful what you wish for). Guess I'm saying I'm proud of the bants!

Are there any deleted scenes that didn’t make it to the final story?

I don't think so! I mean, maybe the last 15 chapters? I kid! They will make it!

Are there any ‘behind the scenes’ info you’d like to share - e.g. what’s going on in a characters head in a certain scene or how you came to write a certain line?

There is one line Ian says where, when I wrote it, I was like; this is the first time Ian thinks "I love you" but says something else. Cannot remember what or where right now, and I don't want to try and find it, it's late! Submit your guesses here, I might find it over the weekend if I have some time to look. Also, it's like one of those silly I love yous, one of the early ones, full of potential and feeling but perhaps lacking a bit in substance, but he thought it and I saw him thinking it!

Reading back the story now, is there anything you’d change or add?

Eh *coughs* I might already have, and I apologise. The worst part about writing something this slowly and posting the chapters as I go is that the fic isn't finished and so I feel like it's fine for me to sometimes go back and edit already published chapters. It's not right but I... will still do it. Sorry! A most embarrassing example is when, not too long ago, we discussed the layout of the diner here and I went back to the first chapter to see how I had described it, and it had changed in so many ways over the years? Small round tables?? The tables haven't been round since 2016!! So that's a very clear case of something having become canon for all the hundred little times I've thought of the tables as square while writing vs that one time in chapter one I carelessly said they were round.

Would you ever write a sequel to this story?

Yes! So many! Or maybe not a sequel, that suggests another part of equal size. But little bits of stories, yes!

If you’ve chosen your most popular story, are you surprised by the popularity?

Yes! Like I said, my only aim was to annoy my way to fandom infamy. Turns out it's so much more fun to actually connect with people and write something with someone else in mind, besides myself. I feel so lucky that so many people have connected with NTW over the years <3

Were you nervous or excited to post this story?

Mostly just excited, I think! I still am, whenever I get to post something : )

Did you have a beta or a friend who helped you as you wrote?

No, I probably should have but I have a very hard time showing things to people when they're not finished.

Ask your followers to pick a snippet (no more than 500 words) and share your thoughts about it.

Add snippets in the replies and I'll share thoughts, if you want!

Thanks for reading! <3 <3 <3

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[slasherstories123]

Since you don't have any Art the Clown requests made, I'll be the first to ask for it, even if I don't know entirely about him.

So how about when an S/O laughs at everything he does to make her laugh, like honking his horn every time the person tries to make a complaint with him. (Like at the diner when he's not behaving like he should)

Perhaps the first meeting when an S/O's friend thinks he's creepy or weird, but she admits that he's kind of cute. <3

Something like that. What ever you like, however you like. If NSFW style, have a go. (even though my request is more SFW) :)

Spider Ring

Summary: You and your friend go to a restaurant and Art gives you a spider ring

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Let me know if you want to be tagged when I make art the clown fics.

Tagslist: @turdmongler @l0sercat

It was the night of Halloween and your friend, Melony, thought it would be a good idea to go to a Halloween party, it was fun at first but it got too chaotic and you wanted to leave. You were dressed up as a jester, but the main colors were red and black, you didn't do much makeup besides eyeliner. Melony was dressed up as a black cat. Melony whined as they were leaving the party, not wanting to leave but she had to since you were the one that drove to the party, you didn't want to do anything but watch tv and stuff your mouth with chocolate but Melony practically begged for you to come with her.

“Y/N, why are we leavinggggg, the party just started!” Melony whined, being dragged by you.

“Because,” You replied. “We’ve been in there for two hours, and I have a feeling list of those people are gonna do something they’ll regret and it'll get us all in trouble, so I'm dipping, and because I'm the one who has to take you home, you’re coming with me.”

Melony groaned in response, crossing her arms over her chest like a five-year-old who got told that they couldn't get candy at the store. You rolled your eyes before driving away, getting hungry. There was a pizza place still open, you then pulled into the parking lot. Once Melony stepped out, she screamed, causing you to flinch and look up. “What? Did a spider crawl on you or something?” She pointed at the space by the pizza shop. You looked at her with a frown. “There’s no one there, did you drink too much Mel?” She kept looking at you and then at the space. Sighing to herself, she went in without waiting for you.

“I’ll take that as a yes…” You followed her inside, ordering the pizza for both of you. Melony kept ranting about some cute guy she saw at the party, then saw another one that she thought that you could hook up with. You scrunched your face in disgust. Wondering why she’d say that but remembered that she was drunk, she was bound to spit out some random none sense in the state she was in.

“What? Are you insane? I’m not just gonna hook up with a guy from a party.”

“Y/N, you barely talk to anyone else but me, and your boss whenever you’re needed for work. What you need is a boyfriend.”

“Coming from the same person who doesn’t even have one.”

“I have my experiences!”

“Last I checked didn’t they-”

“Zip it!”

You chuckled at her outburst, knowing that what you were about to say next would’ve left her embarrassed. The door opened, a clown sat in one of the booths across from you and Melony with a trash bag. He had black and white makeup with a tiny black hat on the side of his head. You could see Melony shift in her seat uncomfortably. She then whispered something, causing you to lean in close to the table. “Say that again,” Melony whispered a little louder. “That’s the clown I saw outside, he gives me the creeps.” You raised an eyebrow.

“There were a whole bunch of clowns at the party, the guy you were talking to was a clown, heck I’m close to being a clown, and I dressed up as a full horror clown last year, you’re telling me you’re scared of a clown sitting in this pizza place right now?” Melony let out a frustrated sigh. “It’s not the same, he just gives me a weird… feeling.”

You both could feel the clown's intense stare. You were confused, it felt like you were getting a look from a disappointed father. You could tell that Melony didn’t like it and wanted to leave. The waiter kept trying to get his attention toon but he didn’t respond nor move. Just…staring at you both intensely. The waiter gave up and went back to the kitchen.

You looked over at him, the clown gave you a smile with a slow wave. You waved back with a smile too. Melony didn’t believe you, you’re seriously gonna wave to that clown? You noticed her disappointing gaze. “What? He’s not harming anyone, plus he’s kinda cute.” Melony slammed her face into the table. “You call that thing cute?! That’s probably a fifty-year-old man in disguise!” The clown had a horn and squeezed the button at her comment. It made you snicker. Melony opened her mouth again, the squeak of the horn stopped her sentence. Causing you to laugh. “Knock it off will ya?!” Another honk.

The clown then walked over to your table, honking the horn which made you laugh even harder. He then tapped your shoulder, you looked up. He had a rubber duck. Squeezing it so it could make a quacking sound before placing it in front of Melony who was still skeptical about him being near her. You didn’t mind it, not one but. You needed to laugh after that lame party anyways. The clown then placed out his balled-up gloves fist towards you, you tilted your head in confusion before tapping it. He opened it, revealing a spider ring. You smiled as he put the ring on your finger.

The clown bows dramatically before going to the bathroom. The waiter then gave you both your slices of pizza, apologizing for the clown's behavior, saying that they’ll deal with him.

“Well, that went well.”

“You think?! What the heck am I gonna do with a rubber ducky?!”

“Uh hello? Take a bath with it?” “What am I? Three?”

“You do act like a three-year-old…”

Melony took a bite out of her pizza, stopping herself from saying anything else. You paid for both of your foods, as you were about to get up, one of the employees pushed the clown out of the restaurant, cussing him out and throwing the trash bag at his face. The clown let out a huff before throwing it over his back, he waved at you one last time before walking away. Melony let out a sigh of relief, but you frowned. Leaving the restaurant, you took Melony home, but always wondered what did he do to get himself kicked out. He made you laugh and you felt oddly comfortable around him.

He even gave her a spider ring, you found of sweet of him to do. You looked down at the spider ring, promising yourself to keep it and cherish it. Hopefully, you’ll see that clown again.

[little-one-eyed-monsters]

I thought the failed transplant would cap off Day's character arc-- a final plot point he had to work on to be the best verion of himself, as the protagonist of a story is wont to have.

I didn't expect it would be part of Mhok's character arc instead. And I'm actually very satisfied with how the screenplay framed it.

I saw someone post on the tag a few weeks back that they wished Mhok would start to unpack his own emotional baggage soon-- separate from Day and his (admittedly) difficult journey. Considering that Mhok also suffered heavy trauma (and is also in need of therapy-- where did all the therapists in bls go? For a hot minute every show was mentioning it, and now nothing), it would be wise for a well-thought out narrative to flesh out Mhok's backstory. I appreciate the character consistency for both protagonists when Day's permanent loss of vision became more difficult for Mhok to process than for Day himself, as the latter losing all hope would unravel all the progress Day worked through since episode 1 (and wouldn't make much sense from a chronological perspective). The only remaining character who wasn't able to process loss in this narrative was Mhok (Night and Porjai were given time to process their losses. Day's parents had a minute to do so, too. Heck, even August). Mhok has been there for other people's journeys but never for his own, and I understand why he needs to do this alone, too.

Day was holding him back. Day became a safety net for Mhok-- a replacement for the family he lost, a focus for all the love and attention Mhok couldn't give to anyone else, and a chance to redeem Mhok's character in a way that is acceptable for Mhok himself. But Day is none of those things, and it's unfair for Day (and for Mhok too) to make Day a soulless, passionless foil that only waits for Mhok to come home and give him attention so that his partner can feel good about himself (the scene where Day waits for Mhok to come home each night while watching tv in the room all day actually broke my heart a little. It too-closely mirrored the scenes where Day was back in his own house under the care of his neurotic mother-- safe, seemingly content, but purposeless altogether. Day is such a strongly driven character, and each episode I keep hoping that Day could pour out all his passion for something other than his boyfriend).

So in a way, Mhok was holding Day back, too. The codependency became unhealthy not because of mistrust or miscommunication, but because both characters simply had no room to process their trauma without relying on each other.

There are some burdens that only we can carry, and we can't load off on other people. Mhok like Day's mother, has to accept that he can't control the fates and choices of other people, only his own.

So no matter how much I absolutely HATE the overused breakup trope in bls, I think in this instance, it is warranted.

This got long but I had to reassure myself that this was the right direction for the series.

[itzzaira]

TMNT Fandom Family Reunion - Campfire event || short story

Based off of these tags below from this post (tags belong to Allyheart707, their tumblr tagged below)

You thought you could hide these there and I wouldn’t notice? ✨️

Cabin 10 - the besties

Little Subjects - @allyheart707

The Wrong Side of the Portal - me!

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

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Heishi was not someone who took breaks.

He fought, he thought, he planned, he trained, he was on the lookout- the little slider was always doing something.

Anything at all.

Don't stop.

Just so he wouldn’t be seen as weak, or a waste, or-

Just to hopefully make his Master proud. Just to be enough. Just once. That's all he wanted.

Keep going.

But as if that hadn't been hard enough before, these other three stupid turtles made it so hard!

Like seriously?! Sitting around a stupid campfire listening to stupid stories and making those stupid snacks that actually tasted amazing- aaaugh Heishi no!

He shouldn't be liking those snacks. They weren't healthy. They made him weak.

Weak.

Heishi refused to be weak.

...Yet, against his will, he was still roasting a marshmallow above the campfire.

Mikey had pushed one into his hands- heck, he had even invited Heishi to join him and the other two, but the young warrior had simply huffed, shook his head, crossed his arms, and looked away. He shouldn't be here, he had things to do! Like train! Or anything! Just more! He had to do more!

Not enough.

Curse the other big Raph for managing to convince him to stay.

"Say, none of these guys have had any training, right?" The big Raphael had said, watching as his own version of Heishi- who he kept calling 'Leonardo' was handing Mikey a s'more. "And there's a lot of new people here... so wouldn’t they need a tough warrior to keep an eye on them? Just in case they got into trouble?"

...Well.

If he was stuck here anyway. He might as well keep watch.

Keep working.

It wasn't the best thing to do, but... it wasn't the worst thing either. Heishi liked these guys.

Currently, both Mikey and Donnie were asleep, leaning against the log they had been sitting on earlier with a blanket tugged around them. Raph sat on said log, having been dozing off but woke up when the other Raphael tried to tuck a blanket around him too. "Go back to sleep, kid." The big one whispered, patting his shell. Raph, however, slowly shifted his gaze to look at Heishi.

"...Leo." The snapper whispered, holding out am arm sleepily. The slider scoffed.

"Heishi." He corrected.

"Leo."

"Heishi."

Even though he acted annoyed about the name, 'Leo' didn't feel as bad as it should. Which just made poor Heishi feel worse. Why did the name sound right? He didn't want it to! Master Draxum would be so angry at him for disrespecting the name his creator had given him-

"Don't you feel tired, bud?" The big turtle asked- he wasn't the same species as Raph. He didn't even have freckles- he did have a crack in his plastron and wore a red bandana. "It's late."

"No." Heishi shook his head, stubbornly facing the fire, ignoring the other three tots completely. "Warriors don't sleep. Need to keep watch." Even if his eyes were drooping. Even if he felt exhausted. He had to keep awake and finish the job he had been assigned.

Try. Harder.

"...Ah-ha." Raphael looked a bit confused but didn't argue. He wasn't as nice as Raph. "...Aren't you like- four?"

Excuse me? "No! I'm big!"

"Five?"

Heishi huffed, puffing out his cheeks and glaring in an attempt to look angry- but in Raphael's eyes, he just looked stupid. However, there was something else...

This was familiar.

"...Alright, bud." The turtle decided- and for a brief moment, he looked at 'Leonardo', so fast Heishi almost missed it- but he noticed. Why did he look at Leonardo like that? Why did he give that same look to the tiny slider? "But you do know you need to be close to those you guard, right?"

...What? Heishi looked up, confused. Raphael nodded, a serious expression on his face.

"Come on, every warrior knows that." He said, placing both his hands on his hips. "How are you supposed to protect those you guard when you're far away? Evil will get to them before you can!"

Humans.

Heishi had never heard of such thing before- Master Draxum never told him. So. Was Raphael lying? But Raph didn't lie. And Raphael was Raph. Just from another world, but older. So Raphael wouldn’t lie either, right? Did that mean master Draxum hadn't taught him something? But why?

'Well duh.' His mind supplied. 'He probably thought you weren't ready for such a responsibility! You fail all the time!'

This was Heishi's chance to prove he could do something.

With a newfound determination, the young turtle nodded and got up. This caused him to remember he still had been roasting a marshmallow- and cringed when he saw how burned it had gotten. Raphael patted his back- that felt nice. Why did it feel nice-? "I'll get you a new one, kiddo, just sit down."

Heishi nodded, threw the marshmallow on the ground, and held the stick in front of him as some sort of sword as he marched over to where his brothers the other three turtles slept. He could do it! He would do great! Because he was Heishi. The greatest warrior of them all!

He saw down, stick in his lap.

He wouldn’t fail. Not this time.

.......

.........

...........

Okay this was boring.

Heishi yawned, shook his head, then looked at the fire. The fire was pretty. It was bright, warm, and... so cozy. And useful. For keeping warm, for cooking...

...Okay. Those marshmallows were not as bad as the young turtle had claimed them to be. He hoped the other Raph would bring more soon he actually wanted one. Plus! Food is important! To grow big! And strong! It wasn't his fault that that happened to be sweet treats.

...Not like Master Draxum was there to tell him no.

A soft murmur had him looking to his left- Mikey shifted slightly in his sleep but didn't wake, holding a bit more onto Donnie, squishing his cheek onto the other's shoulder. Heishi couldn't help but snicker. But he yawned afterward and leaned his back on the log behind him.

...Actually... now that he wasn't sitting up anymore... he was pretty tired.

But- no! He said he would watch over these guys! That's his job! He couldn't just abandon his job. No way!

Try harder.

But he was so tired.

Not enough.

Tiredness didn't matter! This place was new. He didn't know anyone. Who knows what kind of dangers there were lurking around?

Failure.

But the campfire was cozy. Everyone was laughing and talking. There were blankets and marshmallows shared everywhere. Best of all- barely any humans at all.

So.

This place couldn't be that bad, right?

His eyes drooped, and the little turtle looked up at the ceiling, trying to think.

...The ceiling was pretty.

Colorful, sparkly, glittery- were all caves this pretty? And dreamy. And soothing... and...

He hadn't even been aware that he had been dozing off until an arm wrapped around him.

Heishi blinked his eyes open (when had he closed them?) Surprised to see Raph- his Raph, (just barely) awake, no longer sleeping on the log but now sitting in the floor next to him, trying to pull the young slider close. "You looked cold..." he murmured, pulling the blanket and clumsily trying to cover Heishi with it too.

For whatever strange reason, the younger turtle didn't push him away as he should.

Instead, he let Raph pull him into a hug, just like when he had done in the lab. Curling up in his lap on instinct, his tail doing a little wag when he felt the older one's arms wrap around him. Raph put his head on top of Heishi's, blinking slowly, while lifting his knees- causing Heishi to snuggle closer to the snapper. That was fine. The slider nuzzled into his neck. This was nice.

...Maybe Heishi wasn't watching over them right because he was tired?

He yawned, and snuggled closer to Raph. The snapper shared his blanket with him, making sure he was fully covered before leaning back. The blanket was thin and soft. So soft.

So... if he was messing up because he was tired. That meant he should sleep, right?

"Sorry it took so long, kid, apparently someone tried to take the marsh-...oh."

"Shh." Raph shushed above him, pressing his fingers to his lips. Raphael nodded, unsure what to do with the marshmallows now. Sad. Heishi had wanted some- but he was sleepy. He would take some tomorrow, then, he was already drifting off.

At some point, a second blanket got thrown over them- Heishi opened his eyes a little bit to see his own counterpart, 'Leonardo'- the one in blue smiled gently once they made eye contact. "Go back to sleep, baby blue." He whispered- Heishi didn't understand that nickname. He should ask tomorrow, once he was awake. He instead hummed for now, relaxed, and fell asleep for real this time.

But not before he felt arms tightening around him, and hearing the softest 'Goodnight, Leo.' whispered to him that he ever heard, while another, bigger hand, patted his head.

[floofanflurr]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @sneakyfox55! I don't normally do tag games, but this one looks really fun. (What author doesn't want the chance to ramble about their writing?) (This one is also copy/paste, so I'm less worried about clogging up people's dashes)

I'm going to put it under a cut since this is pretty long!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

As of now? 9! (But I have more than 35 fics in progress in my drafts that aren't posted.)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

129,647! But like, triple that (or more) if you want to count unposted stuff.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Undertale!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Heart on the Table

2. How to Defeat a Human in 6 Easy Steps

3. faux pas

4. How to Comfort a Panicking Child

5. How to Help a Human in 2 Easy Steps

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes!!! I love responding!!! I'm behind horribly right now because of my work's busy season, but I plan to catch back up! It's so fun to get to talk to people about the things I've poured my heart and soul into, you know? And I'm always glad to get to thank the people that took the time to leave a comment! It's a bit hard to keep up sometimes, though.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

"Is it Home Without You?" definitely. I'm still really proud of that fic, and it's part of a series with a happy ending, but the actual oneshot is the immediate aftermath of Gaster's lab accident from Sans's PoV. So, uh. Dead dad that no one but you remembers (not even your little brother) is pretty angsty. It's a step away from the norm for me, since normally I only write things with happy endings. But since this is part of a series that has a happy ending, I suppose my brain allowed me to end it off on a bittersweet (sad and angsty) note.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This is really hard to say! I like big, happy endings, so most of my stuff gets them! Probably.... Hmmm. Either faux paus or How to Defeat a Human in 6 Easy Steps

8. Do you get hate on fics?

For the most part? No. (And I will always be grateful for the kind people that have picked me back up after I've been shot down in the past.)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

None you'll ever find under this username! I try to keep it family friendly here. ...Welllll, depending on if you count fics that tackle trauma and child murder in them family friendly.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven't written any cross fandom crossovers! ...I have, however, been guilty of writing cross fic crossovers (none posted). I like to make my characters from different fics interact with each other. I've also done some crossovers for fun with my friends, making our characters interact. All still Undertale fandom, though! The craziest one is probably "How to Adopt an Interdimensional Traveler" which may be posted at some point. It's a crossover between Heart on the Table, and my How To: series. What, you're telling me Papyrus has TWO children to deal with now? (Here, have the first little bit of that because I love it. And I love Papyrus.)

Step One: Find out their name “FRISK!” Papyrus’s voice was not a shriek. No. He was perfectly composed as he stared down at the… little Frisk in front of him.  The very little Frisk. There was a familiar thumping behind him as… his Frisk crashed down the stairs in their familiar clumsy way. For all the elegance they displayed in battle, that did not tend to follow them home. He partially whirled around to face them, keeping… mini Frisk in his sight at the same time.  “What’s up, Dad?” Mini Frisk made a small noise that may have been confusion as they rapidly looked between him and their larger counterpart. “…Dad?” Oh.  Hm.  Yes.  That was. A thing. Apparently Papyrus had two children now. 

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know! And I sure hope not!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope! That would be cool as heck, though!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

None that are posted! But I like to write with my friends, sometimes.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Surprisingly! Not Undertale! (Though I do like Alphyne!) Zukka! (Zuko x Sokka, Avatar the Last Airbender) I've loved that ship for years, and even though I'm not really in the AtLA fandom anymore, it still has a very close place in my heart.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Hmmmm. Again, nothing posted. I don't post fics unless they have a first draft completely written to prevent that kind of thing. (Though, I do rewrite stuff, and that can cause pretty big posting delays. But if for some reason I can't find the motivation to finish my rewrites, I could always just slap my first draft up so that it's not completely unfinished before I'd abandon it completely.) Of my fics not posted, though? I've got a fic called "Ghost of You" which is a fated soulmate dusttale!papyrusXreader fic. I hope I can finish it one day, but... well. I'm not sure if I will or not.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Characterization, and internal dialogue, I think! I like to think I'm pretty good at writing a character in such a way that even if you pick just a sentence at random, you know who's head you're in. Or, perhaps my strength is hurt/comfort in general...

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

It used to be dialogue, though I'm working to get better at that! I also struggle sometimes when it comes to making sure that the pace is engaging and that we aren't just stuck in someone's internal thoughts for 5 paragraphs. Gotta break that up with some stuff actually happening!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Very cool, and a great way to show characters that speak other languages than the one you are in the PoV of!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Well... the fic itself is long gone, but! I wrote for Ouran Highschool Host Club when I was like 12.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

DON'T MAKE ME CHOOSE! HOW COULD YOU ASK ME TO CHOOSE BETWEEN MY CHILDREN? MY BABIES! ...Heart on the Table has a special place in my heart though.

No pressure tags (only if you want! this is just for fun!): @lizavet @timeofjuly @humankk and anyone that wants to!

Also... Shall I dare? invoke the potential wrath of a god(ess)?

I dare. I'm curious about the answers (if the goddess does deign to answer this mortal/jk) @llamagoddessofficial (please feel free to just ignore if you want!)

[kiwiana-writes]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks @cha-melodius and @stereopticons for the tags! I know I’ve done this in the past, but it’s been a hot minute…

How many works do you have on ao3?

239!

What's your total ao3 word count?

822,937—but that’s a collaboration-boosted lie. Per my writing tracker, words that I have personally written and published on AO3 is 693,613

What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly RWRB these days, but the majority of my back catalogue is Schitt’s Creek, with a few others sprinkled in for fun. The Pairing definitely made my brain whirr… we’ll see.

Top five fics by kudos:

With so much of my heart (that none is left to protest), RWRB, 65.5k, the Much Ado About Nothing stage actor AU

Kinda think that I might be his type, RWRB, 12.8k, Alex and Bea fake date and Alex gets a little distracted by Bea’s brother

We were supposed to find this, RWRB, 3.3k, soulmate AU

We always walked a very thin line, Happiest Season, 2.7k, Riley character study/alternate ending

All the Lonely Starbucks Lovers, RWRB, 5.8k, barista Henry repeatedly putting his foot in his mouth in front of his coworker crush

(This is how I learned Puck It has been knocked out of my top five 😭)

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! And absent a Schitt’s Creek resurgence of some kind that sees me absolutely inundated I don’t see that changing.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Five ways it could have ended (and one way it still could), Schitt’s Creek, 1.2k, for the love of god read the tags

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Like… most of them? I love to end on a good HEA haha. For sheer joy, though, it’s probably With so much of my heart (that none is left to protest)

Do you get hate on fics?

From time to time. I’m very free with the delete button. Weirdly, it occasionally pops up in the AO3 comments but mostly seems to come to me via anons on tumblr??? I have no idea why.

Do you write smut?

It’s been known to happen, I guess 👀

Craziest crossover:

I haven’t written any AO3-era crossovers! A few fusions/media AUs, but no crossovers.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. I’ve only been asked once, and they wanted to post off AO3 which is a big heck nope for me (and my permissions statement has now been updated to reflect that)

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Heck yeah I have. I’ve done several anthology-type collaborations where we each wrote a chapter in a fic, and I’ve fully cowritten fics with @ships-to-sail several times. We have another collab coming up for @aroyallybigbangrwrb and I’m also cowriting The Big Secret AU with @indestructibleheart which is essentially us one-upping each other on emotionally devastating ideas until someone writes them down. Good system 😂

All time favorite ship?

Stop making pansexuals choose things.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Look, the chances of kinktober 2021 being finished at this point are slim 😂

Schitt’s Creek kinkverse… I don’t know. I have little snippets written of future fics and they’re great but… idk. Maybe I’ll write one vignette-y wrap up fic one day.

What are your writing strengths?

Narrative POV, dialogue that feels like the characters, epistolary bullshit, smut apparently.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Coming up with actual plot lmao. Visual descriptors — I’m not even remotely a visual person so I really really struggle with writing the sorts of things people can visualise. Also like… the passage of time? A scam.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Love it. I’ll shoulder tap a fluent speaker if I need an actual sentence/anything Google isn’t super reliable for. Forever heartbroken that there are no fics in my second language in AO3 and no reason for me to be able to sprinkle it into my own writing (though one of the subscriber shindig prompts might be about to change that 👀)

First fandom you wrote in?

HP

Favorite fic you've written?

Stop! Asking! Pansexuals! To! Choose! Things!

I don’t know there are 239 of the bloody things 😂 I’m far more interested in what other people’s favourites are than what my own is!

I have no sense of who’s done this already so apologies if this is a double up but tagging @agame-writes @affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @cricketnationrise @getmehighonmagic

@happiness-of-the-pursuit @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @indestructibleheart @inexplicablymine @nontoxic-writes

@read-and-write- @rmd-writes @sparklepocalypse @welcometololaland @whimsymanaged and, as always, anyone who wants to play!

[astarionfixation]

Chapter 10: *there's no need to hold back anymore*

Part of "Am I Fu**ing Insane !?!" A multi chapter adventure in Astarion’s mind

Rating: EXPLICIT SEX (fellatio, PIV intercourse) Continuous Consent Check-ins

CW: vague mentions of previous trauma

Word count count: 3.6k

Pairings: Astarion X OFC Tav

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54356776/chapters/139817542

I have a quite serious praise kink. Which also means compliments in the forms of tags and/or comments might very well spur me to write and post more

** Thoughts "" Dialogue - - Remarks ++ Quotes / Memories

SUMMARY: They take it really really REALLY slow, but sex. And mutual pining but how the heck can they be in bed naked together and still not get into their heads they want each other? Because trauma is a bitch, that's why.

The bedroom feels fragrant with the scent of her. Every part of her. Her naked body still traversed by the sudden tremble and jolts that are slowly fading. Every kiss his lips leave around her face, her forehead, her collarbones, her neck, still rewards him with a low guttural murmur he can feel from her throat.

*So languid and soft, so malleable…*

And it's all his doing. 

His half clothed body still lying halfway on top of her, an overdressed leg between her naked ones but as she is coming down from her orgasm, looking utterly blissful and spent the corner of his eye is caught by the copper bathtub as the morning sun rays reflect upon it next to the window. And fine… frustratingly, maybe what she needs now after sharing such a vulnerable moment with him is… care.

A part of his mind kicks him with a moment of discomfort much as his own nether regions felt strangled up against the fabric of his trousers until only a few moment ago, but at the same time the vague memory of a feeling, rather than actual events, comes to the surface, even though it carries almost none of the torment usually linked to anything related to… the last two centuries…

And that is the desire, need and gratitude he would have held for a moment of rest after a night of seduction. The peace it would have brought him to close his eyes and let the nights be washed off his skin, if not his soul, by simply being submerged in hot, clean, perfumed water.

He knows she relished in the pleasure he brought her to, her body if not her entire being yet, but there will be time to work and lead her towards complete perdition. 

His lips trace from her shoulder down to her arm whilst his body slowly peels away from hers and after planting a final, lingering kiss on the inside of her wrist, he’s now standing.

Her body is a painting, lying on her back and her dark locks splayed around with her eyes still closed and such a glowing expression painting her delicate features.

He's about to turn around to swiftly cover the few steps that separate the bed from the bathtub when a soft growl of protest raises from her lips and the hand he just left a kiss upon reaches to him, and as her fingers find the waistband of his breeches she hooks them in, preventing him from moving further

“Astarion, please don't leave… ”

He barely has the time to register the fact she's fully awake and aware when she has lifted herself up and in a moment she's kneeling on the bed.

Just in front of him.

Still beautifully, gloriously bare.

And now she's looking up at him, her dark eyes pleading and his mind cannot remember for the life of him any plan he had set himself upon. Her fingers still dancing and now *pulling!?* at his waistband that makes him…

“would you… if you want to…”

*You'll be the end of me sweet thing…*

His hand reaches up to hers, softly demanding her attention and moving her away from his clothing, he pulls it to his lips once more.

“There will be time darling, let me draw you a bath for now”

After all, he's trying to remind himself that, after feeding on her last night and the *glorious* morning of unexpected activities, she needs rest, much as keeping long term benefits in mind is proving an unreal feat of his will when she's looking up at him with pleading eyes that seems to just be begging him to take her

“Wait, is it because…”

She trails off and suddenly pulls back from him, searching for the bedsheet as if she just became aware of her nudity. She pulls the fabric to hide her magnificent body from him and a tinge of disappointment rises on his mind, though he knows

*it's alright, she needs to rest, she needs care, I need to stop…*

“I know I'm not… the way I look… I'm sorry… you said it… I just didn't think… I'm so sorry… you didn't have to…. I'm sorry”

His own memories from the first night he fed on her rush back and his own damned words he spat at her with the bile and anger of what he thought was the loss of her are suddenly vivid in his mind

+looking at you darling… I thought it was fairly obvious: she doesn't have to be pretty”.+

The shame and disgust for his own self, for the absurd lie packaged perfectly only to hurt her in that moment when he felt like a caged animal, drown him. 

He should disappear. 

He should run away and live with the pain of the loss of her and all the ways in which she had brought him anything positive because all he knows is how to lunge and destroy when all he has of himself is already in pieces.

Her feeble voice brings him back before his mind can plunge in that dark abyss

“I don't know why I thought you wanted me too… you were just so kind, I'm sorry… I misread everything… you didn't have to… I'm so sorry Astarion…”

*She really believes that!?! That's what stuck with her!?! Not the dozens of nights spent holding her until I lost all my fucking blood and hers to my strained cock… that!?!? She thinks that!?!?*

He might have considered the masochism of depriving himself of her but for her to believe he doesn't want her?! 

“Fuck… do you really not know?!??”

The sound of his own voice surprises them both, her eyes widen and that's what makes him realise how his voice must seem… angry? Dangerous. His long delicate fingers thread across his own hair, almost pulling because of the rage, the frustration, because the only creature he ever cared for is naked in front of him and yet sad, thinking he has barely done her a favour by finally holding and tasting her body, as if he hasn't felt every reverberation of her moans directly onto his twitching cock whilst her body convulsed around his fingers.

“You must know all the ways in which your simple presence intoxicates me… you must have felt how my body reacts every time you let me touch you, how your skin torments me and how I have dreamt of sinking into you from the very beginning… Why do you think I said those things?”

*What the fuck am I doing?!??!!!!*

His hands pull at his soft curls and his eyes have to close because he can't stand this, he can't see her, looking at him while his own traitorous tongue lines all the ammunition that could ever be necessary to destroy him. After a long unnecessary breath the words pour out against the will of a large part of himself and push past the pressure around his throat 

“You never knew I was just terrified!? Being so close to having you and yet that night you rejected me, I was mad! I was just… hurt and wanted to hurt you for it but I never… gods look at you… you really thought anyone could hold a candle to you in claiming my attention!?!”

*Fuck it… she might as well…*

“Every inch of your body, your breath, your scent, your hair… I taste you and yet I always feel like a starved man because I can't… you didn't even want to…”

His arms fall to his side, his head shakes to try and push away all the words and images and incredibly the grasp at his throat held tight but not enough to prevent that pathetic confession. His eye peek to look at the certainly disgusted expression on her face when he sees her and

*How did I not feel the warmth getting closer!?!! Where the fuck did my mind go!?!?*

She's left the cover of the sheet and she's now sunk into her knees.

Directly in front of him.

The tip of her nose so close to his navel that all he can focus on is to keep his legs straight not to fall at that vision and vicinity.

Her tapered, delicate fingers are about to reach for his breeches again but this time he has exhausted words and thoughts to dissuade her

“Astarion, can I take these off of you?”

His mouth must have fallen open because he realises after a few moments he's in need to swallow around nothing, his head barely nodding of its own volition and when she smiles at him and nods herself as her hands reach down his waistband to pull down, he finds a part of himself grateful for the fact she hasn't thrown back at him his own demands for vocal consent.

Her hands guide his trousers down past his hips and a deep sigh escapes his throat when finally his semi hard cock is freed, followed by a hiss as it immediately meets her warm breath as she moves down, low on her knees. His legs move of their own volition to discard the last piece of clothing and he finds himself standing naked in front of her.

Her eyes raise to meet his and before he can think he feels something reaching, touching his hand and a moment later he realises her own fingers have interlaced with his. She looks at him so… softly? 

“Please… can I touch it? I want to make you feel as good as you did me…”

“Sweetling… You don't have to…”

Her voice lowers

“I want to taste you too”

His head nods before he can follow what's happening… the last thing he hears is her voice saying something about beauty but that’s the moment he feels her fingers delicately wrapping around his shaft followed in a flash by the soft, warm, wet sensation of her mouth taking him in.

He draws in a sharp breath as the scent of mulled wine, flowers, pomegranate and just need and desire make his head spin. The softness of her mouth is the most delicate sensation he can remember ever feeling in a context such as this. Though his sensitivity is likely due to the fact that he does not remember the last time anyone cared to ask, cared to do something for him, something so completely focused on his own pleasure rather than everything he could do and give and…

“F…fuck”

His head is falling back, she feels so soft and caring. Her hot, wet mouth, her tongue moving slowly and delicately from one sensitive spot to the other. As she begins to follow the ridge of his tip he realises the animalistic growl he hears it's actually coming from his own throat. The moment her lips lock and she softly starts to suck him in, a shock of electricity traverses his body, cock to spine and then the back of his brain when something gets poked the wrong way and all he can hear now are screams.

His teeth clench as his hand reaches for her check, forcing himself to be as sweet and delicate as she has been but pleading her to stop. She pulls away and looks up at him

“Am I doing something wrong?”

His hand keeps caressing her cheek softly, his head shakes and without the overwhelming sensation of her mouth around him the scream in his head subsides. This is not the time to wonder what must have gone wrong at some point for such a wonderful gift from her to feel like a threat. 

His cock twitches, those soft, sweet kisses have already brought him back to full, strained hardness

“You are perfect, I promise you, absolutely divine. I just… just… can you lie back for me, my sweet?”

Nodding sagely, granting him the grace and understanding he certainly does not deserve she immediately does as asked. After disentangling herself from the caress on her check with a reassuring kiss on the palm of his hand, and even something that simple and sweet sends shivers down his spine. He follows her and his own naked form is crawling between her legs as she opens them to let him climb her body. The warmth of every bit of her skin, from her ankles to her thighs, stomach and breast is engulfing him and once he feels the tip of his cock brush along her folds his hand reaches down to caress her sex softly and

*Fuck she’s still so wet and warm…*

A delicious mewl leaves her lips and it’s just so inviting, a summer flower blooming just for him, her body arching slightly and her hips raising so that he can feel her press herself to his shaft and there’s no point, no reason anymore to deny himself. His hand goes to position the tip just at her entrance and he concedes one last time, one last layer of safety before he just lets his desire to possess her run wild

“Are you sure you want this, my sweet?”

Her head moves in small quick nods under his and when her voice comes next she sounds like she’s begging, absolutely enraptured, maybe just like he is, in these last few months of anticipation

“Please Astarion I need you… but only if you want me too…”

*there's no need to hold back anymore*

The thought leaves his mind as his hips begin to slowly push and broken breaths leave his chest as the inner warmth of her sex envelops his ingress. He has to steady himself and slow down, carefully measuring every movement to savour the moment she’s finally becoming… his. The filter that usually occludes the path between his mind and his lips isn’t found anywhere around his throat anymore as all he can feel is just her soft, tight wetness, slowly engulfs him.

“You have no idea… I’ve needed this… I’ve needed this… I’ve dreamt of this since the beginning…”

Doubts around that, in hindsight, crucial rule of hers are swiftly dissolved as her hand grabs the back of his neck so he can finally bury his quick tongue in her mouth. He feels her involuntarily clench and tight around him and he’s not sure whether his words or his cock are to blame for that. A deep, guttural moan resonates from her throat to her lips, separating them from his as her head tilts slightly back, subconsciously offering access to the delicate skin of her neck to him

“Your blood, your scent… your skin… I've conjured thousands of ways to bring you pleasure in my mind, I wanted you to be as obsessed with me and I was with you…”

He can feel her getting used to his size and relax her walls around him so that he deliberately pushes himself further inside of her

“Yet I swear, I would have been happy to never lay a finger on you if that was what you wanted, I would have followed you like a dog to the end of the world and my life, just to be near you, I couldn’t even kiss you in my dreams because you didn’t give me permission… I had made my peace with it…”

Just because the words are coming out it doesn’t mean they are not hard confessions to concede, he has to hide his face in the crook of her neck as once again he stills inside of her to let her adjust once more to his size

“But you feel… Gods… please… please don’t ever leave me and I’ll be your ever willing slave…”

The words get muffled and confused with his mouth now pressing against her neck to try and stop that terrifying cascade of truths. He pushes his hips and he feels her all around him, filling her inch by inch and once he’s finally flush against her, buried to the hilt in her soft, wet sex, he stills completely. He can feel her heartbeat pushing all around his cock that can recognise every small increment of pressure she involuntarily causes around him. Her walls stretched so tight around him he's sure, the same grip on his neck would undoubtedly kill him, and this is not far from that

“A… Astarion… I… I’m yours”

He doesn't have time to register the full meaning and implication of her words because suddenly all he can feel are her hips, gently swaying underneath him, her silky walls caressing his length as his eyes roll back in his skull and his entire body seems to exist only in the places it touches hers. He’s about to begin moving his own hips to meet her movement when he catches it. Likely imperceptible and completely unbeknownst to her but he can feel, he can hear the strain of her body to accommodate him. She’s trying to work through it but she’s in pain, and he cannot allow that. His hand reaches between them and presses on her stomach to try and still her. He leaves a kiss on her neck and despite parts of his brain screaming murder to him he stops the steady motion that had brought him such ecstasy so far.

“What.. What did I do? I’m sorry… Astarion please… no… I need you…” her hips make several desperate delicate movements up to meet him begging him to bury himself in her once more. 

“You're wonderful sweetling, there’s nothing to worry about… I just want to try… something different… Do you trust me?”

With an agile movement he unsheaths himself, now lying next to her, catching her hand with his, his thumb caressing hers in slow circular motions

Her brows are still furrowed in a concerned expression but her head nods slightly and so with the hand he’s holding he pulls her to him until her body is now on top of his, One soft, warm thigh on each side of his pale, bony hips. Her warm sex finds his own, strained once again immediately as if they’re calling to each other. He can feel her moist lips and her clit swollen from unrealised desire pressing against his shaft, He pulls in a sharp breath just as he hears her hiss at the contact as well and that’s how he knows, if he needed to, that she might actually need him as much as he needs her. He rests both his cold hands on her hips that seem designed by sin itself to drive him insane

“Why don’t you move these enchanting hips of yours, just so we can feel each other for a moment?”

Her head moves in the same rhythmic, soft movement he can now feel directly on his cock. 

“Like… like this?”

Her slick, wet folds dragging on his length, pressing just right until he can feel her tumescent bundle of nerves pressing just against his tip, before her hips move again and he can feel every texture of her sex drawn directly onto his cock. She’s driving him mad and he’s sure every single drop of blood in his body has now rushed between his legs leaving little for his mind to grasp onto

“You’re… you’re doing amazing darling… we can… we can take our time… you’re just… wonderful…”

His words might be doing something to her because at that, he feels her press herself just a bit harder against his hips, indulging in the contact, grinding her warm sex against his. He can still feel her heartbeat through every blood vessel engorging her centre and he’s sure he might just die like this if he doesn’t get to be inside her. She throws her head back, the intoxicating scent of her thrown around by the luscious locks that are now gathered at her back, slightly tickling his thighs, he can tell his plan is working not only because of the renewed amount of  slick wetness from her that’s now coating his cock but also through the muffled moans she’s trying to hold back. She brings her head back and her eyes open just enough to find his

“This is… something new… for me… but it feels… nice… very…”

The implications of that sentence hit him like a ton of bricks.

*Of course she’s never been on top, never given this control… like I never let any of them…*

“Our first time shouldn't hurt, my sweet, you were so accommodating trying to push through it, it's only fair I offer you the same grace… and this way it will be easier for you to come again”

It takes a moment for his words to reach her but the moment they do he can see something change in her dark eyes. Her body moves so that the tip of his cock is now positioned right at her soft, wet entrance. She looks at him, her voice almost an imploration

“Please… can I?”

The words die on her mouth as she’s biting her bottom lip in anticipation. He dips his fingers in her hips just a bit further to encourage her

“When you ask so sweetly I can’t deny you anything my darling…”

His hands guide her and finally he can feel her wetness beginning to envelop him again, much more resolute than he did moments ago and she doesn’t stop until he’s fully, completely buried inside of her, and with the last of it, she gives him no reprieve and her hips begin moving against him, her soft walls so tight around him dragging along his length and 

*Fuck…*

[crabsnpersimmons]

Hey Crabs! I have a small question! 🦀

How do you make the pictures of your traditional art look so good!?

They are always bright and easy to see! But when I take a photo of my drawings, they always have a blue or yellow tint to them. So how do you make it look the way you do?

(Also, I want to gobble up your art it is so yummy and pretty! Sun and Moon are so precious in your style!) ❤️

Thanks! And I hope you’re having a good day! :D

no prob! there's actually a couple things i do, so here's the tl;dr:

Lighting: i use daylight or light from a neutral white lightbulb

Editing: i use my phone's built-in gallery app to lightly edit the colours so they're clear and as colour-accurate as i can get (from my screens at least)

and i'll go into a little more detail with some examples under the cut

1. Lighting

a habit of mine that i got from my IG days (ugh...) is using daylight whenever possible. daylight just lights up the whole area more evenly and relatively neutrally. this is my set up:

glamourous

basically, i put the artwork near a source of natural light and prop up a reflector (in this case, a blank page from another sketchbook) that helps distribute the light more evenly across the page, so that even the side that is furthest from the light gets some light that bounces off from the reflector. i don't always have a reflector tho, like if i'm only taking a picture of a small drawing and not an entire page, there's no need.

now, if it's dark, then i rely on my desk lamp, which uses a neutral white lightbulb. regular lightbulbs come in different temperatures, from warm to neutral to cool—so that might explain why your photos are coming out with a yellow or blue tint. warm lights are common in houses because they're cozy, while blue lights are common in working areas because, like daylight, they keep us more awake. neutral white is in between the two.

here's an example of my Moon doodle that i did recently under different lights: warm (from my bedside lamp), neutral white (from my work desk), and daylight (i don't have any cooler lights in the house, so i couldn't quite get the blue tint 😅)

now technically, NONE of these are colour accurate. so i always follow up with some light photo editing

2. Editing

now, i have 2 personal rules when it comes to editing my photos:

1) try to make it as close to the original as possible; and 2) don't spend too long on it

these are just my personal rules because... one) i'm lazy and i don't want to spend too long fixing every thing in my drawings, and two) i feel it is dishonest for me to make dramatic changes to my traditional art and still call it traditional art. whenever i do make digital enhancements (like colouring it digitally) i will tag it so no one would mistake it as purely traditional art. that's just me tho! there are no rules when you're having fun with your art and mixed media art is a thing! so do whatever you find fun and enjoyable.

also, i will try to make it as colour-accurate as possible, but i also recognize that not everyone's screens are calibrated the same way. my phone is set to a "Natural" colour setting, but on my new laptop (which i haven't figured out how to calibrate yet) is vibrant as all heck (like oh my gosh, maybe i need to start tagging everything with bright colours now, because what if someone else's laptop is this insanely vibrant and saturated??) but either way, i try not to spend too long on it because i know i won't be able to accommodate every screen.

anyways, for what i actually DO... i kinda just play around with different settings. if i took the picture under daylight, then there's not too much i adjust, usually it's the warm colours that are desaturated, so i try to make the reds pop more without effecting the blues too much.

or for my doodles, sometimes the doodle on the other side of the page is slightly visible, i'll tweak the lights and shadows and contrast levels until the background is clear enough (as long as it doesn't disturb the doodle i'm taking a photo of)

now, if your photos are coming out too yellow or blue because of your lighting, you can adjust that by tweaking the Temperature setting. here's an example of that warm Moon doodle:

already looking a little better, right? so don't worry if your photos aren't coming out accurate, there are work arounds!

here's the before and after of the Moon doodle by the way:

despite having daylight, i still needed to adjust the colours. specifically i needed to brighten up the reds and yellows, and bring back the page's natural yellowness. i also tweaked the Definition setting to make less hazy (sometimes i like the haziness tho, so i'll leave it as is sometimes).

and one other reminder: it doesn't need to be perfect, it just needs to be. a big reason why i keep coming back to traditional art is the fact that i can't control everything. i can't undo lines. i can't move things around. and i can't take the perfect picture. but it doesn't need to be perfect. drawing and sharing my art is supposed to be fun! and i don't want to put any barriers around that, or else it becomes unnecessarily stressful.

all that is to say, try out these tips if you want to, but don't treat them as hard rules and don't focus on trying to achieve perfection. just go have fun!

[cozymochi]

9 people you’d like to get to know better

I GOT TAGGED BY @idaaliis probably a billion years ago, but I only saw it now by happenstance 🫡 THANKS THO, EVEN IF IM A LIL’ LATE!!! Ever dug through the tag of your own url?? You either find gold or mistakes. This was gold rn.

tag!!

1. Three ships: 🪷 x Whoever I feel like in the moment. That counts as 3. Wait maybe i have others but I’m gonna just hold off.

2. First ever ship: Legitimately don’t remember. I was never a strong shipper, NOT TO SAY THEY DIDN’T EXIST I just can’t remember anything at the moment! I think I’m more casual about it now.

3. Last song: The songs are going by real fast but it’s the entire Sonic Adventure 2 soundtrack

4. Last movie: Legally Blonde

5. Currently reading: at the moment nothing, but I’m perusing potential victims (ACTUALLY MEANT TO FINISH READING THE PUMPKIN QUEEN LOL never did though)

6. Currently watching: Nothing- WAIT I THINK I’m on/off trying to finish Phineas and Ferb. WHY??? Idk. Never saw season 3 and 4 😭 so this is unknown territory for me. I should be watching normal things, not revisiting something I watched 10 yrs ago, but, maybe I wanna be versed before the revival drops.

7. Currently consuming: Nothing, a homie is at work 😔😔

8. Currently craving: SOME RESPECT

9 people to tag: @thesilverlock @pallotdip @oddberryshortcake @dbzebra @akai-joou @irafuwas @the-trinket-witch @llondonfog @atwstedstory ….

none of u have to do this 😩 🩷 heck tagging might be OFF LIMITS for all i know

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged on this by @unexpectedstormy ! I wasn't sure whether I was supposed to respond like it was a chain or make my own post, so I just went for it

1. How many works do you have on A03?

Two. There will be more coming, because Blood Drops on Roses is just arc one of this story, and there's a lot of snippets for Prologue floating around.

Blood Drops on Roses: Linked Universe

BDOR Prologue: The Yiga and The Sheikah

2. What's your total A03 word count?

51,493 words since mid-August, when I finally got an account XD I've been a lurker for YEARS ya'll.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Linked Universe only, so far.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

See above XD I hope to get enough fics out there that I can sort my work like that, but for now it's just those two.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, I respond as soon as I can, they are like crack to me. Maybe because I'm new to sharing my work or something, but I would die for each and every one of you that leaves even as much as a <3

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

NONE OF MY FICS ARE FINISHED YET AAAAAAAAAA. Arc 1's ending is going to be pretty angsty though.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hm, I see that this questionnaire is not meant for me. There is a Prologue section "The Trap" that I'll be putting out soon through, its ending is pretty sweet I would say.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet. I am afraid that it's gonna happen, but so far everyone has been so nice, so I hope not D:

9. Do you write smut?

Nah. Don't really read it either. Just not my thing.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I mean unless you count LU as a crossover between all the Link's respective fandoms, no

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Gosh I hope not. How does one steal a fic?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. If I ever get good enough at Spanish, I would like to take a crack at translating my own fic once its all published, but it would probably be laughably terrible. Eh, practice is practice.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet. Hey @needfantasticstories, I think Clippy Wind and Pug Sky need to go on some adventures together, don't you?

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Tbh I don't really ship. I do think Malon/Time and Legend/Ravio are cute though. I'm just not really interested in exploring the romantic side of stories, even in published literature.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Geez I hope that I finish all of Arc 2 at this point. But I may be too early into the game to answer this.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Heck if I know. I had someone say in my comment section that they liked how I characterize people, so we'll go with that.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I write too much and probably in too much detail. Sometimes it would be better to say "They crossed the bridge and set up camp" but nooooooooooo lets add 7,000 words to this already bloated fic.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Italics. I was about to whip out my decade of Latin for part of this fic, but I decided against it because I'm pretentious but not that pretentious. Also because I still don't understand word order at ALL.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Now that I'm thinking about it, I think I have some fanfic from the dog series of Warrior Cats lurking somewhere that I wrote when I was like 12. Survivors, or something? I should probably go delete it, I'm sure it's trash. I'm scared to even look, it probably hasn't seen the light of day since I wrote it.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Well I've only got one big fic out right now so let's go with BDOR

@needfantasticstories and @somer-writes I'm kicking this your way.

[vintagelacerosette]

Tag games 🌷💖

I was tagged to do 3 tag games so that you to these darling buttercups thank youu 😍

Evie @energievie Jess @jrooc Jessica @guinguin1984

Kat @mybrainismelted Ice @spookygingerr

Rare and unusual tropes/AUs either/or game!

Highlight the one you’d like to read or write in bold (or a colour)

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Demon au or shapeshifter au

clones or bodyswap

medieval au or edwardian au

steampunk au or cyberpunk au

gothic horror au or monster au

arranged marriage or rebound romance

reincarnation or immortality

circus au or theatre au

body sharing or telepathy

regency au or western au

dreams or psychic visions

farm au or spaceship au

meeting for the first time later in life or reconnecting later in life

gods au or superheroes au

epistolary or crossover (none)

pirate au or spies au

Thank you for these questions Evie 🥰 & thank you for saying either won't get upset at the choice I needed to hear that lmao 😂

A little game for you today: imagine you’re friends with both Ian and Mickey (I’m talking hanging out at their apartment, going out for drinks, the whole nine yards). Which one of them would you take with you for the following activities and why? No cheating 😅 Only of them because I promise you the other won’t get upset.

But first…

Name: Myn

Age: 28

Location: Terra Australis

And now, for the activities:

Fishing: Ian - I think he'd be more outdoorsy & I'll get him to put the bait on & then just read books & relax while he does most of the work lol & he'd be enjoying himself

Rom-com marathon in the park: Mickey - I he's can he a secret soft & had to endure watching them bc of Mandy. This is a chance he gets to watch without the survival mode in his childhood

Clubbing: Mickey - Listen, i know Ian's the club king buuuut, I'll bet last night's bottom knows how to throw it back with all the practice he gets on Ian lmao. I just need to get him a nice kind of drunk & look at us gooo

Wine tasting: Mickey - Ughh I'm not a fan of wine I got that gene that makes red wine so bitter but taking Mickey would be hilarious with all that snark

Escape room: Mickey - Absolutely in agreement with every one our boy successfully escaped prison y'all. Give him a room he can escape lmao

A day at the spa: Mickey - our guy can be a little ball of stress so I think he'd need some relaxation. But how he'll react will be a wild card lol

Office Christmas party: Ian - This guy would be charming as heck & we'd have a good time haha

Darts competition: Mickey - Hmmm this one I found hard lol they're both good aim with all they shooting they've done lol. But, I think I'll go with Mickey bc I think he'd have fun

Treasure hunt: Ian - I feel like he'd be so resourceful & stay on task

Assembling IKEA furniture: Ian - He'd be so reliable if I get confused lol

Monster Movie Tag Game👻

Curse of the Massive Werewolves 🐺

Sooo uh is it bad my mind went & thought kinky...? 😂

Not tagging anyone but feel free to play if anyone wants to!! 🥰

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

Kind of ranty sorry 😔

NPD culture is feeling absolutely feral and pissed when I post and my followers do not like it!! Literally random people who don’t follow me like my posts more than my followers!! Why are they following me then?? I’ll try to change what I make over and over to make them like me more but NOTHING happens! Getting not even 5 likes on posts for months, and wondering if I’ve been shadow-banned or something like that (I’m apparently not though). I did a poll on what people would be interested in me posting because you know what the heck do these people want????? In an HOUR half of my followers had already answered the fucking polls 😭?!? So they see what I post and scroll on by it no matter what I do. I get so pissed seeing them reblog and praise other people and artists and then going out of their way to not interact with me 😵‍💫 like I don’t care if you reblog it that’s fine but can you at least like it?? Like you can’t hate it that much that you refuse to interact right?? I’m not too mad about people not liking my posts, that’s fine, I assumed they were busy or that my posts were getting drowned out. What I’m actually pissed about is them purposely refusing to interact with me (for months now)!! Like none of my followers have interacted with my posts for at least a month now, but I know at least some of them see my posts 😭! I’m lucky if someone finds my posts through tags and likes it, but it’s rare that that even happens. Like what have I done to be so unlikeable that people who don’t even follow me interact more than my followers?! Like I tried posting when they were online but, no, nothing. I don’t know if I’m overreacting and being self centered for expecting them to interact with me— but like why the fuck are they still following me then?? If they don’t like what I post then why stay?? There’s a few people who followed me and have not liked a single post from me— I don’t understand people like that. Are they following just to look at my posts but then not like them, I don’t understand???? Am I having tunnel vision and assuming they’re maliciously going out of their way to attack me and deprive me of attention since I’m so focused on how things affect me in particular—— or are my followers lowkey bullying me at this rate 😭?? I’m posting for ATTENTION! I’m not posting for the sake of posting, there are people who do that but how common is that actually?? I post for attention and get little to none 😭 and it pisses me off so much!!! Like how dare you praise other artists that already get attention, what about little me who has a small account ☹️ you should be focused on supporting ME not them!!!!! I tried posting what I wanted to see if that would help and THAT was a very bad decision because most of those posts have ZERO notes/interaction (and I put a lot of effort into those so I feel like shit now 💀). Like why are these people not admiring my hard work!!! Can’t they see how good it is 😭 how much effort I put into it?? It feels like people are going out of their way to avoid interacting with me and I think it’s causing a crash at this point. It’s like performing on stage only for ZERO people to clap at the end and just to awkwardly stare at you and/or be distracted. Like what the fuck why did they even attend then?? I’ve made it my mission to interact with and support small artists if I can because I don’t want them to go through the crap I do (they still will but hey at least someone is interacting 😐 that usually being me. And if I’m lucky they interact in return and/or thank me). Like I get mad FOR these artists when I see their posts have not even double digits in notes 😭 and they posted it like weeks ago! I guess it makes me special™️ to be the one interacting with all of the underrated artists in the super cool small artists club ✨ but also I very desperately need attention 💀. Maybe I am overreacting and perceiving mundane things as personal attacks 😵‍💫 but it sure does feel like a personal attack on me!

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[plumsaffron]

The ML Crossover Methfics seriously are a whole different breed of insanity. Lmfao gotta love that insult of yours.

For people who claim to be Marinette stans they sure wrote a tonne of nonsensical fics making her out to be an abuse victim. A “poor me” or “woe is me” story.

I don’t really like Lila but I honestly hate the ML salt community even more. Especially what happened to that poor Lila fan… I mean she’s just a fictional character, they didn’t have to be that explosive about her. Miracucunts really do ruin everything they touch… and unable to see themselves for what they’ve done on the online spaces. Absolutely disgusting that they’d hate on an emotionally abused victim using the excuse that he wasn’t physically abused and that he’s just a spoiled rich white boy.

Yea, the DP phandom is usually chill even after I stopped following their users and tags to this day. For a mediocre show, they surprisingly came out with a civilized community. Even with the Sam Manson critique to hatred, I don’t see these people harassing anyone who likes her. It’s the Stans that sometimes do it despite the evidence showing that Sam is better off with someone else similar to her. Even with several crossover fics, they’re still quite bearable and civilized. Because some people actually did their fucking research. Or even if they didn’t do much in-depth research, their “OOC” fics are sometimes more “in character” than the ML saltfics.

Though I totally understand why some people are anti-crossover fanfic thanks to the miracubitches and other fandom twats ruining things with extreme character hate and assassinations.

This is my assumption but I think the TVTropes staff and their fans are lowkey control freaks not just oversensitive idiots. Maybe that’s why my scathing review was a “little too cruel” for their liking on the rated E franchise. Maybe only long time active users on their side are allowed to edit and add content. Yet mature dark canon stuff is allowed to stay on their site while opposing actual harmless criticism, opinions and reviews are silenced. Or users being suspended… I clicked on anti TVTropes here and saw a decade old post saying that the site doesn’t allow people to have different opinions. And I thought to myself, “Damn, I shouldn’t have signed up back then, should’ve listened to other people’s experiences on that wasted potential site.”

AO3 is literally the few places where you can get away with a controversial but still harmless opinion in your profile and fic notes/summary. And the chances of being dogpiled are very low but never zero if your work is inspired by a “controversial” person who did say something many years ago and/or didn’t handle a touchy subject matter that well in their works. But now ppl are bringing it up even though that “controversial” person isn’t really bad just had different views back then due to their upbringing or smth. Or the fic just seen as very disturbing despite the warning labels.

heh heh thanks.

Yeah lotta Marinette Dupain Cheng stans making or drinking them fics are oxymorons.

I don’t mind you not liking Lila but yeah the Miraculous Ladysalt community is deplorable (and a better thing to hate), along with their death driving charade. Still, despite that demise of that fan of hers, it just wasn’t enough to make them rethink how far they've gone.

Plaguedom’s plaguing dementality flourishes and there’s pretty much nothing that can be done to stop it. So many unfortunately may blindy eat their tumors, while next to none are there to warn them to not consume the plaque.

Ah these miracushits don’t know that his life sucks. Heck even in Miraculous Rise Of The Sphinx game, Max Kante told him exactly how little time he has during the day commonly. These miraculous roaches love jigsawing what happens to fit things into their own unfittable puzzle they believe fits now. They don’t know that that’s Gabriel’s money? Any decision he makes is if his father allows it or if it follows his father’s interests. Otherwise it’s gonna be a no or his father will find a way to make Adrien feel bad about it. They don’t know that he determines and pretty much controls his future or fate (yeah yeah currently it’s Nathalie, his other fugly controller now, but whatever).

How do these fools jump into the conclusion of reducing him to he’s spoiled rich white boy? Perhaps I should say, why do they do this to him and why are they like this to Adrien? Dude ain’t even someone to be truly or really triggered upon. Adrien, despite his sucky, and still currently sucky life, he’s not spoiled. And even if he was spoiled, why is that treated as an awful thing? Heck I’m still pretty spoiled. Is this really the best they can come up with? This the best Miracucks can do to someone that’s pretty much good to others and not a problem causers or not a person seeking to be in a realm of ramifications of future conflicts? Like hello, he is made to do a lot of crap he doesn’t like, and to be next to flawless. He doesn’t like being trapped in the mansion, he likes hanging out with his friends. Sigh miracuscabs always gotta find a way to reduce and arrange anything for putdown purposes to leech over. Man… I just searched him earlier on here and one of the results on the feed was a salt prompt for Adrien blog. *Sighs*

MMM research, ML Salt fics usually never never never never never

Yep and Miracubitches and them other fandung beetles like ruination while also not just harboring legendary levels of character loathing and assassinating, these buttwipes mastered the art of sniping their own character without even knowing.

Yeah it’s possible and unfortunate of them TVTropes Staff Members and their purposeful pathetic pickiness. Sometimes searching "anti something," can show something unordinary or a different perspective compared to the masses (or casuals that might be lucky). Maybe showing that you aren’t completely alone with such experiences or feelings of stuff. You live and learn.

Well at least A03 is safe sort of for now. But that is disgusting when people use someone’s past takes and rally up some virus to attack one in the present because they can’t handle it or maybe the current time in society sees this thing in the past as unacceptable. Or they just want to. It’s just sigh. Finding worth to cause problems on what was never worth it to begin with because ignoring is inconceivable.

Like ugh… Imagine someone calls a person a scrub 5 years ago in a story or whatever. Then someone 5 years later took offense and felt personally attacked cause of that word cause they see it as an offense to their self or their gender or whatever group of collective gender or whatever. And so the triggered one condemns this person that said scrub from the past and ganders a cult of clowns using the past against the present. Context don’t matter, the triggered ones feel victimized while ironically going out their way to victimize the one of the present. All cause they were offended so badly over a minor inconvenience. Bonus, these scabies treat who they attack as if that was always who they are or were or will be.