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supercutszns · 11 months ago

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sweet on you | jason grace

wc + pairing: 1k, jason grace x f!reader

notes: short-ish jason blurb while i chalk up some of my beefier fics (& my 1k celebration thank u again)<3 this is my first time publishing for him so hopefully this isn't too ooc! i need to let myself write shorter stream of consciousness things,, all fluff, just jason taking your makeup off after a party <33 also its set at chb because i said so

Whenever Jason washes off your makeup, he acts like it's his sworn duty.

You’re a little hazy as he wets a cloth in the sink, repositioning himself between your legs that hang limply off the bathroom counter. You keep scanning his face for any trace of weariness or urgency. After a long day of camp duties, the last thing you think he’d want was to clean up his drunken girlfriend after a secret party. But he’s as kind and patient as ever, and you don’t know if it’s your heart or the alcohol talking, but you are deliriously in love with him right now. He’s a leader—a brave, powerful demigod—but he’s only that good because he’s gentle. That's what you see, anyway. Everyone loves him for a reason, but you're still sure you love him most.

You got drunk. You got anxious. But it’s more than worth it if Jason takes care of you after. Even under these fluorescent bathroom lights, he’s beautiful.

“Why thank you,” he says, a bemused smile on his face.

You blink. “Did I say that out loud?”

“Sure did.”

The scar on the corner of his lip lifts as he kisses your cheek. You hum pleasantly, and you feel the ghost of his laugh before he pulls away. “Close your eyes for me?”

You oblige. In seconds, you’re greeted with the warm press of a towel on your face. Jason keeps you in place with his hand cupping your chin. “Let me know if I poke your eyes, okay?”

“If you do I’ll just bite your finger.”

“Awesome.” He works on sweeping the cloth over your skin to drag off all that makeup. You wait patiently, happily, indulging in the occasional idle chatter and the steady brush of Jason’s thumb underneath your chin. Every pass of his fingers against your face lulls you further into your haze. He’s warm, methodical, sweet. He switches the cloth to a different side and drags up your cheekbones. Your brain is mush with alcohol and appreciation.

“‘M sorry I got carried away, Jace,” you mumble, head swaying involuntarily. “Didn’t need to come get me like this.”

His soft laugh swims in your ears, and he lowers himself a bit to see you better. “Trust me, I wasn’t doing much. The only notable thing this evening was crossing the hundred-page threshold in my book.”

“Is it good?” You slur, toying with his dog-tag necklace you’d gotten him for his birthday.

He tilts his head, “Eh. Alright. I still like taking care of you more, though.”

You must be beaming stupidly wide, because Jason shakes his head with a smile, and he wraps his arms around you to kiss your jaw. “Besides, you’re sweet on me when you’re drunk.”

The feel of his lips would have shut you up in any normal circumstance, but your idiotic thoughts only heighten. “Sweet on you?”

“Mmhm.”

“That’s a thing?”

“Yes! They … people say it.”

His cheeks flush red in that insanely adorable way, and he presses his face back into your neck. “They said it in my book,” he mumbles, and you laugh so hard he has to shush you.

He goes through the rest of your rather particular skincare routine as per your instructions. He’s seen you do it a thousand times, but you repeat the order anyways just to be sure—although it’s likely you’re jumbling up your words and taking too many pauses for any of it to come out coherent. He takes his time, focused intently on the planes and ridges of your skin. If you were any more sober you’d probably be self-conscious, but sometimes his thumb runs across your cheek with a tenderness that has nothing to do with your serums.

Once all’s said and done, your skin refreshed, you’re practically snoozing on the counter. “Sweetheart,” Jason hums, winding arms around you once more, “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Only if it’s with you,” you yawn, cheek smushing into his chest.

“Well, that’s a given.”

He’s smiling again as he runs his hands down to your thighs, so you can loop your legs around his hips. “Hold on, okay?”

You oblige, relishing in the curl of his biceps against your sides as he hoists you off the counter. Usually you’d be hesitant to let him carry you around with you clinging to him like this, but your capacity for embarrassment had vanished about two drinks ago. You hear him chuckling into your hair as the breeze tickles your face, although it's far less severe in his arms.

Camp’s practically deserted this time of night so Jason has no problem getting you into his cabin. He puts you down on his lonely bed in a sea of marble, lit with nothing but the warmth of his reading lamp. “Thank you, baby,” you murmur as he helps you out of your clothes and gives you a shirt of his own. The way he smells reminds you of morning mist as he ties your hair back.

Soon you’re in your favourite place in the world: drowned in blankets on a cool summer night in Jason’s bed. You’re nestled snug against his chest, letting the fog in your mind settle as he traces shapes on your back beneath your shirt. Transfixed by the ebb and flow of his breath, you can’t help but press your lips to his collarbone, lazy chapstick kisses spooling onto his skin.

“Y’re right,” you mumble, “I am sweet on you.”

Jason laughs quietly, setting down his book. He taps on your chin to draw you out of his chest, leading you to his mouth. You’re giggling and falling into him before you even kiss. He tastes like sweet mint as he cages you against him with his arms, nothing but gentle. “Love you,” you whisper with a plucky smile.

He kisses your forehead, “I love you.” He disposes of his glasses and turns off his lamp, sinking the both of you down onto the mattress. “Get some sleep, angel.”

You must be a lot better at following instructions than you thought, because you smother yourself in his warmth and you’re sure you’ve never slept better.

#perrie’s fics #jason grace x reader #jason grace #jason grace fic #jason grace x you #pjo x reader #pjo fic #jason grace blurb #jason grace imagine #jason grace fluff

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lokorum · 7 months ago

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what would you say is your favorite jonmichael fic..... im very curious and love to reread anything in that tag

oh but how can i pick only one when they all are so good??? (,,•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ,,)?

aaaaaa can i make the several honorable mentions of the fics that made me scream and roll on the floor?????? pretty please???

scheherazade was one of the first jonmichael fics that i found while going through all of the cher's works because, evidently, they have no fics that are not worth reading!! (i'm sorry if and forty feet down only confirming it!!!)

sleep inertia has one of the best dialogues i ever read!!! the way cruelzy writes michael's lines??? aaaaaaaaa its so delicious and believable and never for a second i thought i'm reading something out of canon?? its just that good.

carousel is the only one fic (from what i found) that i set in the last season and its adds a lot of layers to that big jonmichael onion that torments my eyes for a while now ldkfjgkdfjg also it's messy?? i mean the whole situation in the fic?? its so humanly complicated and it does not gives you the chance to experience any of the feelings clearly and i love it!! screechfox somehow captured all of the complicated stuff in one fic, blendered it together and for the whole time i just couldn't take my eyes away from it.

five times michael saves jon's life and one time he doesn't have to - is here to sooth our pain and heal our wounds. i reread it so many times!! the dynamic between jon and michael in it is one to live for!!! sometimes you think 5+1 kind of fics can't surprise you anymore and then the coolest author like paisleycowboys enters the room and proves you wrong.

to be like super honest, the 100 ways to say i love you series, when i first saw it, made me think im not gonna like it? i love my fanfics long and scary and bittersweet and with a bad-very-not-good-endings, so the title of this one made me go "hmmmmm HMMMMM hmmmmm hmmmm?" but ive started to read it anyway, theres not that many fics on the ao3 for jonmichael, we cant afford to be capricious and gosh GOSH i was so fucking wrong!!! its sweet AND sad AND scary AND awkward (in a best way!!!) AND it made me giggle so many times!!! NeedsCaffeineRightNow can make even the edgiest of us enjoy the soft kinds of fics (its not hard when they are written with so much care and love.)

POSSESSIVE!! MICHAEL!! COMBING!!! JON'S!! HAIR!!!!!! what else do we need from life?

transition, every time i reread it or think about it, makes me painfully aware of how many things should coincide for something to work. it's not one of those fics that completely encompass you; nor its the one that leaves you with new headcanons or in a good mood, no, i think it's the one that leaves you in dissoray, making you want to argue with author, to ask them what were they thinking about, pointing on your weak sides like this?, giving you something precious and then stealing it away? pushing your old bruises? that is to say, i have nothing but deep respect for indefensibleselfindulgence. to write fic that makes you want to engage in conversation? thats powerful

Our 'Angel' of Static and Bone is written so inexplicably good, that more than once i wondered, how NeverwinterThistle was able to do it? and then i realised they are one of my fave bg3 and dishonored authors phpphp but really, the care, the effort that went into this fic? they are literally visible! you can feel the amount of time and brain juice that went into writing it. and the neighbor character? they appeared like two times?? and still their addition left me speechless with how clever it is, how different!! absolutely amazing work.

adjective noun has jonmichael chapter (11) that destroyed me as a person i swear i laughed so hard i dropped my phone and just kept giggling face-into-the-pillow style!!!!!! its rare for the fics to bring you this childish kind of pure joy; the little in-between moment of forgetting about everything, good and bad, and just have a good time. this chapter is definitely one of those rare things and it also made me wish there would be more jonmichael fics from cuttoth. somehow they nailed everything that should be nailed about this ship and did it in a couple of pages, what a magical work!!

and well, now here's my fave fic, the one that took my head, shaked it like it's a soda can, and then left it open, fountaining at first and then dented and empty.

I ask for nothing, but maybe I'm lying is the work that made me grateful for the fact that i know how to read in english. its....mmmm, you know that feeling when fic makes you go through literally everything? and then, as a bonus, through all stages of grief as well?

first you get hooked up by the beautiful writing style and so you know the fic is gonna be good and you get comfortable and you turn yourself off from the rest of the world and you read.

you love pov, you love mood shifts, you love pacing, you love when scenes are short and you pause to think about what happened / you love when scenes are long and you get overloaded with the simple things that make you feel complicated emotions, you love it all.

then you start to wish it would never finish; you look at the scrolling bar from time to time, a little bit too aware of how much there's left to read, a little bit too anxious about it. and at the same time, the fic starts to make you feel safe, confident, that at least it's gonna be alright, its gonna be that one work that will replace the canon events for you. it was the

“Oh. Oh, Archivist, no. That’s not right at all,” you say to yourself as you watch him march into artefact storage, both hands clamped around an axe.

On a whim, you decide to save him."

line for me for sure uhhh it still hits as good as the first time too

and then you get to the ending and you just stare at the screen. that hollowing feeling slowly spreading inside you. *sigh* its the best sort of inspiration im sure, but its the worse one too. i have no idea how possessedradios and authors like them are able to write something that kills you, then reanimates you and then makes you sit in front of the tablet drawing hours non stop. ''I ask for nothing, but maybe I'm lying" is so beautiful its scares and fascinates me, just like the podcast did. hell, better then the podcast did. i know its silly but i even named my fisrt fanart of michael as the title of the fic 👉👈

ahhhh SO i rumbled again SORRY!!!!!!! every time someone asks something from me its either "i'll reply later" (replies 10 years after) or "tolstoy, hold my fucking beer". but i really hope that fic writers, not only those who are mentioned here but like in general? know how much they affect other people!! how their work creates safe spaces for others!! how they make readers smile or cry, even if those readers (im not pointing finger on myself idk what you talking about pgphpphph) are little gremlins that leaving comments once in a decade....................

have fun time reading!! <3

btw im working on a little fanart rn............. (expressing my deepest grattitude to ao3 johmichael writers 😳🔪)

#jonmichael #jondistortion #tma michael #tma jon #tma #fic rec #optical illusion

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actuallysaiyan · 2 years ago

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What Makes Love The Exception(Prince!Vegeta x Fem!Saiyan!Reader)

Warnings: Mentions of battling, mentions of sending gory gifts, lots of fluff, Vegeta being Vegeta, Planet Vegeta AU, marriage proposals, kissing Word count: 2.4k Pairings: Prince!Vegeta x Fem!Saiyan!Reader A/N: Here it is, something I've been working on for a few weeks now(maybe even months?) This is for my dear friend @dreadsuitsamus, who writes some of the best content I've ever read in my life! And consider this something for the very special Saiyan Day!

You’re left puzzled when bouquets of flowers and roses are dropped off on your doorstep day after day. Longing words written in ink on beautiful cards with declarations of love. The fanciest perfumes are what start appearing after that. The gifts just keep escalating, and you aren’t even really sure what to make of it. Then the heads of enemies start appearing, and you can’t help but feel a little impressed by the effort being put into this.

Your friends are starting to tease you about your secret admirer. You go on missions, long and far away from your home planet, and you think about what you might come home to. It’s all the same when you come home, but it just progresses to bigger and better things. You’re starting to get the idea that whoever this is, they are very serious about their crush on you. They might even love you, and you aren’t even sure who it is. But that’s what keeps the mystery going for you and the thrill of it all becomes so exciting.

You think about your potential suitors. Not many of the Saiyans on this planet genuinely interest you, so you begin to think about how just having the secret admirer is the fun part. Maybe that’s all it will ever be, and you begin to think about how that’s fun in its own way.

On the other side of things, Vegeta is practically tearing his hair out of his head. How could these gifts not be working? Surely, you should know by now that it’s him sending you all of this. No other Saiyan could even dream of even being able to afford any of this stuff. Maybe some of the nobles could have afforded the few waves of gifts, but now you were being lavished with thousands of dollars worth of luxurious gifts. He’s not even sure how to approach you. You’ve been the object of his desire for so long.

He spends countless hours pacing in his office inside the palace. How could you not know it’s him? After all this time, you should be smart enough to suss him out. He’s literally the prince of all Saiyans. Ever since the moment he’s laid eyes on you, he’s been completely head over heels with you. Despite your sweet nature, you are one of the strongest Saiyans there is besides him. You train so diligently, making you the envy of very many on this planet. You show kindness to those who are most deserving, but you aren’t afraid of letting those who are undeserving see the power that you hold.

The more he thinks of you, the more desperate he becomes. How will he get you to see that the two of you belong together? It’s increasingly maddening for him, and he spends so much time training and fighting to try and get you off his mind. All the while, you have hardly any clue that it’s actually him. Part of you wants to find whoever is gifting this all to you and maybe take them out on a date, but the thrill of not knowing is sincerely what you’re enjoying.

Days and weeks go by, and soon it’s been two months since the first gift arrived on your doorstep. The gifts don’t stop coming, and their extravagance keeps ameliorating with the time. Now you have an idea that it has to be someone noble. You wrack your brain trying to come up with the most potential person, and it shocks you when you realize it could be nobody but the prince. Your cheeks flush, and you know you can’t just confront him about all of this.

Meanwhile, Vegeta is dying waiting for you. He needs to make a more direct move at this point, but he’s panicking. He isn't much for feelings and emotions. Vegeta ponders what he might actually say to you as opposed to giving you all these gifts. Vegeta isn’t sure how much longer he can keep doing this. It’s driving him crazy.

Things change when you’re instructed to go on a mission with him, Nappa and Raditz. You’re more than excited to prove yourself to the prince and his team. But also you’re thrilled to know that you might get the scoop on what’s going on with all these gifts you’ve been receiving and if they actually are coming from Vegeta. After all, you’re certain that nobody else could afford to keep sending all these lavish gifts to you for months. Vegeta seemed to be the perfect candidate in your mind. Something about that really troubled you. You never really thought of yourself as someone special enough to garner the attention of the prince of your entire planet.

Despite usually taking pods to go on a mission, the team opts for a ship from the royal fleet. You’ve never been on any ship of this caliber, so you are most impressed and very giddy. Secretly, Vegeta takes a lot of pleasure in seeing you react to it like this.

Nappa doesn’t chastise the prince, but Raditz takes great pleasure in teasing him once you’re all on board. As Nappa takes the liberty to show you around the ship, Raditz gleefully pokes fun at the lovesick Vegeta.

“Awhhh, is our widdle prince in love?” Raditz teases, elbowing Vegeta.

With a glare so forceful it could bore a hole in Raditz’ head, Vegeta growls a warning growl. Raditz raises his hands in defense, and then shrugs his shoulders. Vegeta is very displeased with how this is going already.

“I am NOT in love nor am I “widdle”. Now shut up, you’re giving me a headache!”

Raditz takes this as his cue to stop, he’ll poke more fun later, even if he knows it’ll earn him even more glares and even some violence. But that’s the Saiyan way of life. Knowing when and how to pick your battles and sometimes realizing your battles are to tease the prince.

The days go by fairly well with you on board the royal ship. Vegeta keeps his distance, which causes you to believe he doesn’t actually like you. You wonder if maybe it wasn’t him sending the gifts. You wonder if maybe you’ve read this situation completely wrong. Either way, now you have to go on this mission with them.

Once you’ve all reached the planet that you were meant to get intel from, you noticed somewhat of a shift in their behavior. Raditz was cockier, Nappa seemed annoyed but Vegeta was eyeing you even more. He seemed almost interested in getting to know how you handled yourself in battle. All four of you soon realized that you were getting into a pretty intense battle.

The inhabitants of this planet weren’t going down without a fight. They were prepared to give their lives to protect their home planet. Something you found admirable and relatable, despite the fact that you were meant to rough these people up and possibly end them to gather the intel you needed. These feelings are what caused you to end up in the medical bay of the royal ship.

You had fought valiantly but you underestimated how strong your enemies were. You collapsed on the battlefield after being wounded in your side and your chest. It was Vegeta who found you and he carried you back to the royal ship. He thought he had lost you for good.

You wake up a few days later, sore and bandaged. You had thought you had died and so did Vegeta. He was so prepared to leave this world along with you. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. You truly are the love of his life, and though he may not be able to articulate it, he knows that he adores you.

He is sitting on a chair near your medical bed. Tubes and wires come from your pitiful form. Vegeta grunts before sitting up straight. He notices you awake and he gasps in surprise. This quickly turns into a disappointed frown as he marches towards you. You cower a bit at his intimidating form.

“So, you’re finally awake.” He grumbles. “PIty considering I’d rather you not be wasting medical resources.” He curses himself for being so callous.

You’re surprised at his behavior, but you know that’s just how the prince can be sometimes. “Prince Vegeta, please let me apol—”

“Save your apologies for someone who cares! I’m sending you home.”

Tears well up in your eyes. You try to hide them from him but he scoffs when he notices them. Your heart aches at the notion of disappointing your prince. The last thing you wanted to do was make the Saiyan you were falling for disappointed. He was becoming so important to you, even past the point of just being your prince.

He leaves you to cry, hiding his own tears. For days, he worried you had died for such a stupid cause. And in his typical prince Vegeta fashion, he couldn’t even tell you how much he cared for you or how happy he was that you were still alive. He wanted you home safe for now. He would not be sending you back into battle as he feared the worst for you.

You were sent back home in the royal ship while Vegeta, Raditz and Nappa took pods to the planet to finish the mission. In the time it took to return home, Vegeta had the realization that if he didn’t confess to you, he would lose you. If not through intense battle then maybe through a new suitor. It just didn’t sit right with him. After all this time of sending you these gifts and trying to woo you, he wouldn’t lose you again.

And as you healed and the Saiyans returned home, you began to see one of your teammates in a new light…

Raditz came to you as soon as he got home. When he returned, he regalled you with tales of the battle after you were wounded. He tried to embellish lots of details about himself, but he realized you were so much more interested in Vegeta. Still, despite Raditz’ cocky and pompous behavior, he grew on you eventually. He made you laugh and slowly, he was charming you.

As months went by, you and Raditz grew closer. And he noticed that despite you becoming good friends with him, you still longed for the prince. Often you’d ask Raditz about the prince, and yet you never really showed Raditz the proper attention he was seeking. When he tried to make your relationship official(much to Vegeta’s dismay), you had to decline it.

“I gotta admit, I’m a little hurt.” Raditz says with a sigh. “But I know you’re in love with Vegeta.”

You blush, “W-was I that obvious?”

Raditz laughs, “I’ll admit something to you. Vegeta was the one who was sending you all those gifts. I think he meant it as a Saiyan marriage proposal, especially with the heads of your enemies.”

This is all you need to request a formal meeting with the prince. It’s granted almost immediately. Both of you are nervous about seeing each other again since the mission, but both of you are nervous in such different ways. Vegeta thinks you’re going to ask to never be put on a mission with him, and you’re worried he’s not going to see you in the same way he did before.

The day of the meeting, you dress in your most beautiful gown. You do your makeup and pin up your hair. These are things you don’t usually do most days, but you know that you should look your best when accepting a marriage proposal. It makes you feel so giddy inside, despite the previous nervousness.

Once you arrive at the throne room doors, you’re greeted by the royal guards. They let you in, and you make your way towards Prince Vegeta. He’s sitting on his throne, and he looks so lost in thought. But when he spots you, his breath hitches in his throat. He’s never seen anyone look so beautiful. You’re completely breathtaking.

“Let’s go somewhere more private,” He suggests to you.

You agree and he escorts you out into the royal gardens. It’s a bit of a breezy day out, but it’s so beautiful in the gardens. The smell of flowers permeates the air. You can’t help but think that this is the perfect setting to accepting his marriage proposal.

While the two of you walk through the rows of exotic and domestic plants and flowers, Vegeta begins losing his nerve. He’s not sure what to make of all of this. But he knows it feels so good to have your little hand clasped with his. Your fingers are intertwined with his, and you keep smiling at him.

“I know it was you, Prince Vegeta.”

He gasps, “W-what do you mean?”

You smile sweetly, “I know it was you who sent me all those gifts. I’m very touched by your generosity.”’

Prince Vegeta is without words. He’s been so focused on giving you the gifts as a means to woo you and romance you. He’s never been good with words. It’s the easiest way for him to let you know that he loves you. And now that you know it was him, he worries you might not return his feelings. You surprise him by turning to face him and you wrap your arms around his neck. He freezes, but he doesn’t pull away from you.

“I accept,” You simply state.

“You accept?” He questions.

You giggle and kiss his lips. “That was your attempt at a Saiyan marriage proposal, right?”

With his cheeks burning and his heart racing, Prince Vegeta sees that you understand the intentions of his gifts. He wants to say something about your wording of the phrase, considering it wasn’t an attempt. It was a true way of asking you to be his wife. But he knows he shouldn’t be harsh with you.

“Correct,” he responds and he kisses you back.

The wind picks up, scattering flower petals all around you. It’s so romantic out here. You know that you’re not making a mistake at all. Prince Vegeta was your savior, your lover. You know he’d be able to treat you right. You both smile at one another sweetly.

“I love you, Prince Vegeta.”

He smirks, “And I love you.”

#bacon.writes #vegeta x reader #vegeta x fem!reader #vegeta x you #vegeta x y/n #prince!vegeta #prince!vegeta x you #planet vegeta au #saiyan!reader #vegeta x saiyan!reader #dragon ball #dragon ball fanfiction #dragon ball z fanfiction #saiyan day

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formula-fun · 3 months ago

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Fic Writer Interview (thank you @chandelier-s-notebook for the tag my dear!!)

I'll use a cut as well!

How many works do you have on ao3?

On this account, 6! In total its something like 50 I think!

What’s your total word count?

you will probably not believe this but it's 1,021,939. most of it is on different accounts or on anon. i promise you a lot of the early ones are....not really worth reading

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

fire + sound (you guys are freaks ily)

i'd sing you a morning golden and new

Of Shadow

remember me love, when i'm reborn

something for band of brothers from 10 years ago that's anonymous

Do you respond to comments? Why/ why not?

Yes, i try to respond to all of them! it means a lot to me when people take the time to comment, so i try to always take the time to give a response

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Definitely this one. I used to have a no sad endings policy and this is the first thing i've ever written that's broken that!

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

if i had words has a pretty happy ending! once the sequel is done it will have a VERY happy ending

Do you write crossovers?

Not in the sense of crossovers with two characters from two different fandoms. i love a good au though!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I don't think so. Occasionally I get comments that come off as a little rude, but I try to give people the benefit of the doubt and assume they didn't mean it like that

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

hahahah do i ever!! and now i have friends who enable me so its only getting worse from here im afraid!!!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, i've floated ideas online and had them stolen before but i've never been plagiarized

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! A couple of my older fics. It's one of the biggest compliments imo

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, I cowrote a crack fic a few years ago and i'm gonna be cowriting another soon! we're still in the brainstorm stage right now

What's your all-time favourite ship?

oof ok canonically i think stucky is kind of boring but some of the fics really went off

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

................we will have GTA6 before we get the pacrim au...............

What are your writing strengths?

Hmm probably setting descriptions? i get a lot of compliments for the capri scenes in if i had words. sometimes i write decent smut but i dont consider it to be reliably something im good at, it can be hit or miss

What are your writing weaknesses?

planning, outlining, anything like that. there are many cases of me writing 90% of a fic and then taking a million years to post the final chapter because i'm not quite sure how everything is tied together at the end. usually i write 20%, stop and make an outline and then write the rest, but the outline for the ending is always so vague that it just doesn't really work out and it takes way more brain power than it needs to. i am aware of this. unfortunately i will probably never change.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

this is such a good question okok so it depends a little? say its charles' pov and theyre speaking french. i usually just put it in english but indicate theyre speaking french because the reader knows as much as the pov does. but if someones speaking dutch i usually just say "x said something in dutch" because he doesnt understand it so neither does the reader. sometimes i put the actual dutch if doing it the other way would break the flow of it, but i dont provide translations unless its something that charles would understand

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

band of brothers i think!

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

actually i dont know if there are any!! maybe piarles? yukierre? honestly though i'm pretty happy where i am <3

What's your favourite fic you've written?

if i had words is my baby <33 i dont know if i have a favorite out of the two parts though. i love them both in different ways. i maybe have a slight preference for charles', though!

going to tag @talkingismylifewrites @wedriftlikelonelyplanets @mvpanda1 @samu-writes

#writing tag

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flamebringer0 · 1 year ago

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More About Nightwing Powers

I decided I had more to say about this post, so I reblogged it and wrote some more. It seems like when you do that Tumblr doesn't put the post into tag searches, so nobody can actually find it. I'm just going to copy the full text into a new post. I'm sorry if this spams anyone's feed, I just don't understand how this site works yet. I've never actually had a blog before.

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Ohhhh damn I just had another thought about this. This is my problem, I think about this stuff all the time and I keep coming up with new things I think are cool, but now that I've written all this out and published it for the whole world to see I can't change it so easily.

It's actually fine though. These thoughts are kind of a mix of things I think are canon but sufficiently non-obvious to be worth stating (All Nightwings have powers at hatching and then lose them), things that are definitely not canon but I feel like it doesn't mess with the story too much to change them (Prophets have a silver scale on their foreheads), and things that are ambiguous and I'm just filling in the blanks (fake Nightwing magic is based on their sense of smell). But there's a fourth category, which is things that I don't like about canon but changing them would basically entail writing a whole new story. I'm pretty sure this new idea falls into the latter category, so I wouldn't really have put it in that post anyway.

But let's explore the hypothesis that Tui T Sutherland and Scholastic collectively lose their minds and give me the rights to Wings of Fire, and also I have infinite time, resources and motivation to make my own adaptation of the story. Then what happens? Well, the first thing is obviously to change animus magic to be something other than total omnipotence, because omnipotent characters are the kind of albatross (tee hee) you don't want around your neck when you're trying to write a coherent story. And the second thing is to make it so the terrible Rainwing queens in book 3 are hereditary royalty and Glory is not, because I've never liked the valorisation of hereditary royalty in WOF (or in general), and that would be an easy way to subvert that. And THEN I would turn scavengers into lizard people, because I am a furry and I think that's cuter than making them humans. Lol.

But somewhere down the list would be the fact that I don't actually vibe with the idea that normal Nightwing seers/mind readers apparently have a built-in power limiter that varies randomly according to the specific individual, and the special gift you get for hatching under three moons is just to have that limiter set to 0. I don't like this because, first of all, the fact that it works like that just doesn't fit into my brain in a satisfactory way. Hatching under zero, one, or two full moons each results in a qualitatively different outcome, so in my mind, the third full moon should also do something qualitatively different. But it doesn't, it's just the same as two full moons but better. And then I'm left to assume that there are probably very rare cases of twice-moonborn Nightwings who have all the power, just because whatever secondary factors there are happened to line up in their favor? Weird.

But the more important reason is, I don't really like the idea of Clearsight as someone who has extraordinary power because she just hatched that way. Nor do I like the fact that the reasons for this are, on the one talon, unexplained (maybe inexplicable?), and on the other, not a function of who she is as a character. I think it would make for a much stronger motif if run-of-the-mill seer Clearsight were able to take down once-in-a-generation chosen one Darkstalker because she's diligent and doesn't believe in destiny while he's entitled and sure of his glorious future. At its core this feeling is actually the same thing as what I said about the Rainwing queens above: I just don't find it satisfying when the hero has some kind of special trait that makes them naturally better than everyone else. A villain can have that, but a hero I want to prove themselves through their own efforts. But that's explicitly not what happened in canon: Clearsight IS naturally more powerful than all the other seers, that's an essential part of her story, and changing it requires basically rewriting the books. I don't love it!

So anyway in the universe where I'm rewriting the books, here's a thought about how Nightwing powers might work. This partially contradicts what I wrote above, but I've decided I'm cool with that. I love contradicting myself actually, and maybe next week I'll contradict all of this again. There are no laws.

Some Nightwings are seers, some are mind readers, a few are both, and most are neither. But aside from the fact that an individual might or might not have these powers, they don't vary in strength from dragon to dragon. All seers have equally strong abilities, and all mind readers have equally strong abilities. But the strength of the abilities does vary: not per individual, but over time. Specifically, the current state of the moons affects the abilities of empowered Nightwings. On a hypothetical "darkest night" with three new moons, all Nightwings are effectively powerless. On the brightest night, empowered Nightwings experience the full strength of their abilities. Seers can easily look down many different paths into the distant future, and mind readers can easily examine any information in the mind of another dragon. Of course, the phases of the three moons are not synchronous. Most of the time, the moons are all in different states, and empowered Nightwings experience abilities somewhere in between those extremes.

Above, I said that the "strength" of Nightwing abilities doesn't really vary per dragon. Strength, as I use the term here, only refers to the raw potential to look into the future or into another dragon's mind. But different individuals do have different levels of adeptness when it comes to applying their abilities. On the brightest night, any seer can look with relative ease into the far future, down multiple timelines, examining subtle ripples of possibility. The rest of the time, most seers can't use their abilities on that level, but a particularly adept one can get closer. What makes one seer more adept than another? Well, it's really just training. If you're someone who, for whatever reason, keeps looking into the future, over time you'll get better at it, just like anything you keep doing. This is what sets Clearsight apart from her peers. She isn't more blessed by the moons than them, because no seer is more blessed by the moons than any other. Clearsight just looks into the future all the time, to a degree nobody else does. She works harder on her visions than any other seer, so her abilities are more advanced than those of any other seer.

There is one exception to the maxim "no seer is more blessed by the moons than any other". The special gift of the thrice-moonborn is that they are exempt from the cyclical waning and waxing of power with the phases of the moons. They hatch on the brightest night, and its power soaks into them and becomes permanently part of them. And so, they live as if every night is a brightest night. They always have the potential to see the ripples that spread into many distant futures, and they can always pluck any information they want out of another dragon's mind. What other Nightwings may train and train for, these dragons do as easily as they breathe.

There are few Nightwings who never dreamed as dragonets about what it would be like to have hatched under three full moons. How different their lives could have been from those of the common powerless Nightwing, or even ordinary seers and mind readers! And not just directly because of what they could see: the thrice-moonborn are almost inevitably beloved by their tribe, showered with attention, and elevated to the highest strata of society. Wouldn't that be nice, think the dragons who could have walked that path but for something as meaningless as the sky under which they hatched.

It's unsurprising that many covet that life, but it's not entirely as pleasant as they imagine. The adulation that surrounds the most powerful Nightwings is instrumental. As laid out in excruciating detail just behind the eyes of smiling dragons, few love them for who they are; many more love them for what they are. They will never have any interaction with friends or family that isn't fundamentally shaped by the asymmetrical power dynamic implied by their abilities. It's easy for a dragon in that situation to become profoundly isolated, especially without support. But the brightest night comes so rarely that most Nightwings who receive its gift will grow up with neither peers, nor mentors who can relate to these experiences. That many ultimately respond in unhealthy, self-destructive ways is a given; that the self-destruction of such powerful dragons often also destroys those around them is a recurring tragedy in the history of the tribe.

But it's not inevitable. No dragon's fate is actually written in the stars or sealed by the moons. It's always possible to choose a different future.

#the nice thing about making a blog is that now i can record the infinite cascade of thoughts im always having about night dragon moon magic #without feeling like im compelling any particular person to listen #next time ill talk about a different topic though #probably #wings of fire #wof #wof headcanon #headcanon #wof nightwing #nightwing #wof clearsight #clearsight #wof darkstalker #darkstalker

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corvidcall · 2 months ago

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my top 5 favorite commanders of 2024

I know a top 10 is more traditional, but... I mean, I didn't want to pick any commanders I didn't actually build!!

Before getting into the list, I do want to give an honorable mention to Bonny Pall, Clearcutter, which is a deck I built but never got the chance to really play. But as a Minnesotan, I gotta show some love to my girl Paul Bunyan.

Now, onto the actual list!

5. Kellan, the Kid

The difficult thing about this list is that, as a Vorthos, I really just wanna put down all my favorite characters. And I LOVE Kellan. My sweet boy. People love to tell me that "Thunder Junction had no story," and I genuinely still don't understand what they mean by that, because I read the story!! It very much existed and was good! Kellan tries to sacrifice his own morals to win his deadbeat dad's affection, and it just doesn't work, because his dad is fundamentally incapable of caring about him.

Anyway, uh, the card is cool too I guess. Kellan looks very handsome in it and I'm so proud of him.

4. Yuma, Proud Protector

Would.

...I was just gonna leave it there because its funny, but unfortunately I have "can't shut up" disease. Yuma is the first trans man in MtG! (At least, the first canonical one. We all know Jace is trans but he's stealth and used his mind magic to erase the knowledge from WotC's memories). The sidestory about him was one of my favorite bits of mtg writing this year. Also, he's from fantasy Chicago and moved to Thunder Junction, and as a trans person who moved from the midwest to a desert, I find him very #relatable.

...ok technically I live in a semi-arid region and not a true desert. BUT STILL.

Also, this deck is fun because everyone always gets concerned that I might run mass land destruction in it. And if the guys at my LGS keep pissing me off, one of these days, I will.

3. Flubs the Fool

Its kind of funny that this is on the list, because, by all accounts, it should not be a deck I enjoy. It doesn't have either of my favorite colors (white and black). It's from a set I hated (i did NAWT enjoy Bloomburrow lol). Its a cEDH deck (I think cEDH is an abomination). Its a storm/combo deck (I dont like having to keep track of that much, AND i don't like taking that long of a turn).

... but tbh its a hoot! So far, it's had a 100% win rate against the cEDH players at my LGS, and it just makes me laugh. You want to be Hellbent (have no cards in hand) as soon as possible, which is usually the OPPOSITE of what you want, and you just draw a card, cast it no matter what it is, draw another card, until you manage to draw into your wincons (infinite storm combo + Brain Freeze to make everyone mill, or infinite mana combo + Walking Ballista to ping everyone for infinite damage). It runs exactly 0 interaction. What other opponents' decks are doing is not your problem. What YOUR deck is doing is not your problem. We're on empty brain mode babey!!!!

2. Alquist Proft, Master Sleuth

Must a commander be powerful in order to be on the list? Must a card be "good"? Is it not enough to see a beautiful face, small?

I had two goals with this deck: First, I wanted a lower-power deck that I could play with my sister, who is just learning how to play, and second, I had such a blast playing Azorius Detectives at the MKM pre-release that I wanted to build a deck that had all the fun cards from that.

Alquist is certainly not... the best commander ever. His activated ability is REALLY overcosted, considering how low impact it is. By my math, it's not even worth using unless you're able to make x=3 (for anything less, you'd be better off just using your clue tokens normally). But he helms a deck thats honestly one of the most fun in my collection! There's a lot of fun cards in there, like the one that makes detectives unblockable, or turns all your clue tokens into equipment, or gives your clues Exalted, and it's really fun to sit down at a table with this guy and see people have no idea what the hell kinda deck its gonna be. My partner plays this deck more than I do, but I cant stop thinking about the time I was sitting at the pod next to them, and I overheard one of their opponents go "Azorius aggro???????" like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. And he was right!!

1. Shilgengar, Sire of Famine

I built this because the art of a demon sitting on a throne of angel wings was the sickest thing I'd ever seen in my life. And it still is.

This is my #1 because this deck is just so... me, back on my bullshit to be honest. Orzhov is far and away my favorite color pair, but thus far most of the typal decks you see in Orzhov are vampires, and tbh I... don't really like vampires. I like vampire-type EFFECTS (draining enemies while healing yourself is the ideal tbh!!) but as a creature type? snore. Sick of seeing vampires in everything, sick of hearing about vampires, and I don't think vampires are sexy because vampires are one of the most culturally thin movie monsters, second only, perhaps, to the Slender Man himself. show me a fat vampire and we'll talk.

Anyway, this is an angels deck, which is way way cooler because I love angels. Big huge lady with a sword who can FLY??? HELLO???? very sick. And its all about sacrificing my own angels to make Blood tokens, and then sacrificing the Blood tokens to get all my angels back from the graveyard. I love an Aristocrats strategy (a deck built around sacrificing your own creatures) because I think its really funny. I show up to a wizard battle with my army of cool angels. I shoot them all myself before you get the chance to. When the dust clears, I have won somehow.

Its funny that, considering that I mostly build decks based on characters I like first and for gameplay reasons second, my most favorite deck of the year is of a character I couldn't care less about lol. Sorry man, I don't care that you invented vampires in Innistrad! I'm busy admiring all the big beautiful sword ladies I put in here. And then pinging everyone to death with Mirkwood Bats. And that's gonna take up pretty much all of my time!!

Overall, I'd say it was a pretty good year for Magic for me!!! I had a lot of fun building these, and I actually started going to my LGS weekly to play. It's been a blast! Can't wait to report back next year to talk about all the fun I've had in 2025!!!!!

#anime life #mtg #magic the gathering

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xenofact · 2 years ago

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The Most Dangerous Occult Book In The World

So many tales and conspiracy theories have “the most dangerous occult book.” It’s enough the late Sir Terry Pratchett parodied it with the “Necrotelenomicon” a book by Achmed the Mad (who preferred to be called Achmed I Just Get These Headaches). But how is such a book portrayed in fiction?

Inevitably it’s some rare and creaky tome, thick with horrific pages, and challenging or dangerous to read. It drives readers mad, it crawls with brain-twisting truths, it twists reality To read it is to feel something else is watching over your shoulder and it has its own plans.

However, what would a truly dangerous occult book be? Not some kind of Anti-Personnel Grimoire (a term The Necronomicon Files by John Wisdom Gonce II used delightfully). A book that is a threat to the world isn’t that much of a threat if it drives most readers mad. So what would such a book truly be like, a book that delivers real power and isn’t a trap?

Well first, it wouldn’t damn well drive you nuts. A Dangerous Occult Book – let us call it a DOB – would probably not make people insane by reading it or even being in one’s possession. Such things tend to be noticed, and such owners tend to have painfully short relations with stakes and kindling if they stay reasonably sane.

Secondly, A DOB would not be particularly hard to use. It may crackle with power, but if that power takes too much effort to use, it’s simply not worth the time. It would be streamlined, simple, clear, and give you useful abilities. If a DOB takes too long to use and is too hard you’re better off using a fist, a lawsuit, or just doing something else.

A DOB would allow you to have an effect and it wouldn’t necessarily be what’s expected. Do you need to summon demons – or just manipulate minds? Is it worth turning lead into gold when precognition can let you make money more subtly? Must you be able to throw obvious lightning, or would subtle curses be more you route. It’d would work, but it might not be obvious to our expectations.

A DOB might contain a lot of useful information that changes one sense of place in the universe. Simply and effectively, it would change you and empower you by helping you see yourself differently. It would keep you from being trapped by existing religions and traditions, freeing you to use that power in its pages.

Finally, a DOB would be easy to transmit, spreading power among those in the no. It might not be overly long, it would be clear, it could be copied. Replication would make it even more dangerous as it could be spread about, extra copies hidden, etc.

A truly Dangerous Occult Book wouldn’t be some hernia-producing grimoire. It would be a manual.

Of course, if we’re all looking for big thick grimoires filled with incomprehensible diagrams and fonts off of a heavy metal album? Then maybe we’d miss the simpler but more powerful books under our nose . . .

Or someone could be writing it right now.

- Xenofact

#Occult #magic #necronomicon #necrotelenomicon #grimoire #book

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good morning/day/evening, my lovely angel!! youre soso sweet and cute i cant TT 'i was bummed out i couldnt write' its ok dont worry about me! your comfort is the thing that matters the most! give yourself time. 'i havent written in 2 days' its ok. i cant state but do you think it may be burning out? bc you work really hard and have lots of work beside writing. you really owe nothing to anyone. ill repeat it as many times as i need. bc you do great, you study, do covers, you do a lot. thats more than great! you still worth the world and let down noone. and if anyone have the guts to say otherwise, i can have their tongue. you are the priority. if you dont feel like writing, maybe you shouldnt force yourself to do it to even lessen your minds ability to do it rn. give yourself time. tumblrs nothing when it comes to your mental powers. i dont remember if you say smth about 'kiss it better' later but id talk abt it here. i hope things will get better for you. hope your manifest works really well and ability to do creative things cutie. its very comforting. hope you enjoyed writing it. also the whole concept made me remember the song 'guard you' by young k. its just the most comforting song for me. its released on my bday but for some reason i ignored it for months? ill never forgive this. its really good to have someone to take care of you and 'guard you'. even if im not next to you, remember im always here for you and will always support you. 'i have to keep making art. i cant stop' its great if you cant and feel like it. but please dont force and overwork yourself. you are still you if you currently dont have strength to make art. 'i do love his name' your love for masc feminine names is so adorable TT hes not completely CRINGE meme but not a kind(?) meme either. its difficult to explain esp with how humor here is but yes. 'why didnt you put an episode number' i watched it like.. 2 years ago. you think i remember? im a grandcat myself. i need to do a research for it. maybe at weekends (basically its saturday even here rn but nvm). first epp with matt smith is pretty touching esp with karen gillah and a little drama they have but i also like peter capaldis doctor. esp the beginning of his era. well see. and i never watched davids seasons TT im sorry but its true, cant help you here. 'if i cant write this rn' and hows it? 'poor bb girl witch' nooo she shouldnt feel like it TT the point is she loves her love more than she loves the very daemon. 'sounds tiring' reasonable. ig it can be said abt all my ideas. btw, wfal isnt tiring you? or like a burden? ik you dont like writing long things so im kinds worried now. 'i need a cleanse fic' is it kiss it better? anyway do wild girl! 'but i’ll listen to it later' did you listen to it?... im not making you, just interested ghdjfj. also! ive only learnt abt 'Running up That Hill' by Kate Bush (in another witchy playlist...) and 1) i LOVE it sm her voice and the way of singing is so enchanting? 2) it gives me waiting for a lifetime vibes.. yeah its origin meaning isnt exactly abt it but its the magic of art isnt it? the opportunity to interpret it however you want. and the deal with god pretty much reminds me of the au. 'you’ve got such a beautiful brain' thanks TT take it after my catmom. ive got lots of things to do for the exams but my mental state has only allowed me to watch videos with kitties, cry cats and dogs and listen to this song of kate for the past week. theres the one i cried hardest over (subjectively) and theres the one i cried hardest (objectively). theyre just cute if you ever feel like it. and HEs so tiny i SCREAMED. thats it. just cute vids to bring your mood up. how are you? whats the weather like? hope you are or will soon do great. have a nice day/evening/night! ill try to find an episode and write down some ideas, maybe youll find some inspiration in them. good luck with all the hw and assignments! take care! love you<з *freezy kisses for you to not burn in your weather*

hello my love <3 <3 <3

meow meow muning <3

good morning/day/evening, my lovely angel!! youre soso sweet and cute i cant TT

wait why am i so sweet? what did i do?

anyway LOOOK I GOT A NEW OUTFIT FOR LISA!!!

here she is normally

that's all.

'i was bummed out i couldnt write' its ok dont worry about me! your comfort is the thing that matters the most! give yourself time.

T_T but i love you

'i havent written in 2 days' its ok. i cant state but do you think it may be burning out?

T_T ... i think youre right. T_T

bc you work really hard and have lots of work beside writing. you really owe nothing to anyone. ill repeat it as many times as i need. bc you do great, you study, do covers, you do a lot. thats more than great! you still worth the world and let down noone. and if anyone have the guts to say otherwise, i can have their tongue. you are the priority. if you dont feel like writing, maybe you shouldnt force yourself to do it to even lessen your minds ability to do it rn. give yourself time. tumblrs nothing when it comes to your mental powers.

thank you. this means a lot to me to hear this. you dont know how very much your words mean to me.

i want to write. but i cant. i want to write ideas outside my reqs but also i want to make reqs but also i cant. i dont know

i dont remember if you say smth about 'kiss it better' later but id talk abt it here. i hope things will get better for you. hope your manifest works really well and ability to do creative things cutie. its very comforting. hope you enjoyed writing it.

i dont know if i enjoyed writing it but while rereading it i was like 'damn im really good at writing' i hope i get out of this hitch T_T

also the whole concept made me remember the song 'guard you' by young k. its just the most comforting song for me. its released on my bday but for some reason i ignored it for months? ill never forgive this. its really good to have someone to take care of you and 'guard you'. even if im not next to you, remember im always here for you and will always support you.

omg this was yonks parting gift before enlisting. (i call young-k yonk cos thats what it reads like yonk HAHHAH) im so touched that you feel this way towards me T_T i feel the same for you. lol its so funny you ignored it but ended up loving it HAHAH. i want a hug from you for real i want to cry.

'i have to keep making art. i cant stop' its great if you cant and feel like it. but please dont force and overwork yourself. you are still you if you currently dont have strength to make art.

T_T i want a hug. i dont know if im forcing myself but maybe youre right i should stop T_T

'i do love his name' your love for masc feminine names is so adorable TT hes not completely CRINGE meme but not a kind(?) meme either. its difficult to explain esp with how humor here is but yes.

i have nothing else to say about him so heres him with a dog <3 i love the dog dog <3

'why didnt you put an episode number' i watched it like.. 2 years ago. you think i remember? im a grandcat myself. i need to do a research for it. maybe at weekends (basically its saturday even here rn but nvm).

grandcat T_T it ok i just assumed you had an episode in mind. you dont have to research

first epp with matt smith is pretty touching esp with karen gillah and a little drama they have

i'll watch that!

but i also like peter capaldis doctor. esp the beginning of his era.

ive seen crack edits of jenna coleman and him and i kinda wanna watch his too

well see. and i never watched davids seasons TT im sorry but its true, cant help you here.

LOL HAHHAH thats fine thank you anyway i love you

'if i cant write this rn' and hows it?

T_T i cant write it im sorry

'poor bb girl witch' nooo she shouldnt feel like it TT the point is she loves her love more than she loves the very daemon.

She loves her love for daemon more than daemon himself? or daemon lovers her more than daemon ???

'sounds tiring' reasonable. ig it can be said abt all my ideas.

its not your idea that tiring its the idea of writing that tires me. baby i love your ideas T_T please stop exploding on yourself

btw, wfal isnt tiring you? or like a burden? ik you dont like writing long things so im kinds worried now.

🙄 gee. i literally make mood boards for it, i wonder if its tiring. well ok enough sarcasm, it is very much laborious but its a labor of love. i have not enjoyed writing a... series in a long time. its not a burden. i promise you i will stop writing that fic once i feel like im done with it. i was partially joking about ending i at p5 but i do hope i manage to keep it short T_T asfhs/flhsd

'i need a cleanse fic' is it kiss it better? anyway do wild girl!

it was. but idk if i was cleansed

'but i’ll listen to it later' did you listen to it?... im not making you, just interested ghdjfj.

i listened to the first part of the first song and i ejected i dont remember why but i guess i didnt like the vibe T_T

also! ive only learnt abt 'Running up That Hill' by Kate Bush (in another witchy playlist...) and 1) i LOVE it sm her voice and the way of singing is so enchanting? 2) it gives me waiting for a lifetime vibes.. yeah its origin meaning isnt exactly abt it but its the magic of art isnt it? the opportunity to interpret it however you want. and the deal with god pretty much reminds me of the au.

ive listened to this song before. she does have a very strong and enchanting voice. im honored that my fic reminds you things T_T thats so sweet and so nice of you. im honored to have such an impact on you <3

'you’ve got such a beautiful brain' thanks TT take it after my catmom. ive got lots of things to do for the exams but my mental state has only allowed me to watch videos with kitties, cry cats and dogs and listen to this song of kate for the past week.

you and i are so same. our mental capacities are overloaded. i think i might really just stop writing for a while T_T idk ive got these ideas i want to get out of my brain though

theres the one i cried hardest over (subjectively)

T_T PUMA PUMA <3

and theres the one i cried hardest (objectively).

LOOONG BABY FLOOF <3

theyre just cute if you ever feel like it. and HEs so tiny i SCREAMED.

ive seen this before T_T theyre SO tiny i squishhhhh

thats it. just cute vids to bring your mood up.

thank you they mean so much <3 this post is really cute too. im luv

how are you?

im currently in class not listening because id rather reply to you. dw its a concept ive studied before. my head hurts and im hungry. i also want to pee so badly but i cant leave my desk. i want to read fics to badly

whats the weather like?

its so hot my head hurts

hope you are or will soon do great.

me too i hope you are also well.

have a nice day/evening/night!

i love you i hope you have a nice day too <3

ill try to find an episode and write down some ideas, maybe youll find some inspiration in them.

thank you so much <3 the fact you care enough to do that. T_T thank you.

good luck with all the hw and assignments! take care! love you<з

me too T_T i want to graduate. i dont want to fail. i cant fail. T_T i feel dumb sometimes even though i know deep down im not T_T

*freezy kisses for you to not burn in your weather*

thank you <3 i love you

i also wanted to share this video about wolves. i love it so much. it makes me love nature so much. it makes you realize how important it is to allow animals to stay in their habitats.

also this tiger series. i used to watch this so much. i love tiggers love love love

i love you bye bye my love

xxx

#slavyanskiyahui cutie #anon ask #my beloved anons #modern!daemon anon #ask #modern!daemon nonnie

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feralmoonlight · 2 years ago

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HEY HI IT’S ME

A Creature. An Absolute Gremlin. Approach with caution.

A more current list of my au projects(a work in progress) and my art without 30k ish reblogs sprinkled between them can be found at @feralssinbin

Welcome to my little hole on this glorious hell site. My ask box is always open for questions, pokes, suggestions/requests, or a fun little AU ask game where you throw me a bone(idea?Scenario?quote?Something?) and I unleash a wave of rambling at you in return as my brain runs wild with ideas :D Rude asks will be laughed at and consumed like the most delectable treats >:3

I am... Honestly super proud to have ended up as part of the DCA Fandom (and now FNaF by extention??? I avoided it like the plague for so long and now here I am lmao). The people here are so warm and welcoming and absolutely full of the kind of crack that makes me grin and I love you all! My ‘day job’ is pretty much doing furry art commissions and helping take care of my grandmother, but my free time and fun time is spent here, simping in the daycare and showering people with the little fragments of my soul that still exist in the form of scribbled art and drabbles of writing <3

As a heads up, I live in the Sin Bin, and while I will try to tag anything overly suggestive/nsfw leaning, I am also a complete space cadet and my judgement on that kind of stuff is horribly skewed on what’s safe and what’s naughty(see day job. my sense of shame is like wet tissue paper lmao)

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Various AU tags will appear somewhere once they exist

Pirate AU that needs a name eventually~ New name is too long for a decent tag sooo yea (also name may change) - You and Me and the Devil Makes Three

Forgotten But Not Gone the abandoned daycare AU thing

VampireWerewolf AU Uh... yeah what it sounds like hehehehe

AU Hoard various AU things that just... exist? or the start of AU ideas that get tags later

And some more shit I need to organize and merge with above~ BUT these are some(most) of the things I’m working on for writing currently!

Forgotten But Not Gone - 10 year old abandoned daycare with one very lonely and unhinged isolated animatronic Fazbear Ent didn’t bother to pick up.

You, and Me, and the Devil Makes Three - PIRATE AU where reader is a dock hand that accidentally gets loaded as cargo on a pirate ship and now they’re a stow away. The captain’s aren’t thrilled

First Night Jitters - Boy, isn’t it a great idea to schedule the new hire’s first shift at closing time. When the lights go out. And the repurposed security detail is bored?

Dangerous Haven - Its hurricane season and your dumb ass was out in the storm(supposedly for good reason) gets hurt, and seeks safety by breaking into the pizzaplex when the powers gone out. Thank goodness the animatronics have an emergency override protocol in times like these, right?

Sometimes It’s Worth The Risk - You like robots. No. You REALLY like robots. And you just got an acceptance email you get to start working at the most technologically advanced pizza joint in the country. Jackpot. Time to woo the lanky boys, if only they understood why you were being ‘so weird’. (Surprise, they do)

Bite You Once, Bite You Twice - Vampire/Werewolf AU. SO. Sunny is a vampire, right? Well, he’s also a werewolf, because sure why not, and that side of him manifests as Moon (same entity, very different personality shift), and YOU are the new neighbor that doesn’t want to be here, but taking a job from him to help keep his yard tidy is at least something until you get a real job. What’s that? Lemonade? Sure I’ll step into your parlor mysterious friendly stranger. Wait why am I sleepy…

Once Upon Some BULLSHIT( >:C Language!) - A Choose Your Own Adventure style starting point that’s been backburnered for above projects that will basically be ‘commenters choice’ on what to do next, cause these are always fun to do between things, but this might also get scrapped BECAUSE I keep getting bigger ideas and this is a very side project thing.

Hands On Experience - Self indulgent drivel from me of the newbie finding out that the boys are just very touchy. No real plot, just some hands on time with the guys at various points of your employment. Some sweet, some awkward, some steamy, some uncomfortable. Look. I’ve figured out what this fandom is about with them and… Let me have this XD

The Doordash AU (title pending) - STAY AT HOME RECLUSE ARTIST ORDERS FOOD AND IT’S DELIVERED BY A FRIENDLY SUN ANIMATRONIC. Friendship. Angst. Romance? Bromance? I promise there is plot here, I rambled about it, the crack turned into a serious thing, why does this keep happening.

Strings, and Stripes, and Stars - AYO Red string of fate is playing mind games and you are more than confused about this pull that keeps yanking you around to a place of your nightmares. You have always hated big bulky costumes, mascots, those weird uncanny animatronics you see at themeparks and shitty kids restaurants. They make you uncomfortable on a level that borders into phobia territory. SO WHY do you keep ending up losing your mind and walking through the doors of THE MOST UNCOMFORTABLE example of EVERYTHING you hate? Oh sweet fuck why are they so tall…

Let The Current Flow Under the Horizon(renamed, might get renamed again)- Self indulgent Mermaid AU that has fleeting bits and pieces of ideas and no real plot yet so check back on this one in like, a bit…The only thing I know for sure is I think I am going to make this one uh, naughty cause there’s so few decent nsfw mermaid fics out there. Team Monster Fucker, where you at? Tastefully, of course!

Face Value - Human disguise AU maybe? Maybe?? >w>; Not sure if developed enough to write yet but… There are many ideas that need to be sorted.

#it me #Feral Writes #Feral Scribbles #Feral Rambles #Feral Shut Up #FeralMoonlight

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worrywrite · 5 months ago

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I feel like, funny enough, the only member of the watch that would fall victim to the Ring's temptation is Carrot. And not for lack of trying. He'd hold it, not realize at all what it was doing to him, and then just keep doing things as normal. But that thing he already does where people just listen to him gets turned up to 11 and he starts to expect that as normal and then it's all down hill from there.

You might say, well what about Nobby and Colon and Angua and so on. Nobby would take it and it would tarnish and fade to a worthless trinket right there on the spot. Colon wouldn't take it (he'd figure it was someone else's and frankly the ring wouldn't bother to tempt him either), or if he had to he'd leave it in a drawer somewhere and maybe his wife would find it eventually and then it simply leaves the narrative. Angua just wouldn't, she'd smell the necromancy on it a mile away and tell Vimes about it and we know how that goes.

Mentally I'm picturing what would happen if Dorfl or Detritus were handed the ring. Detritus might take it, and who knows what kind of effect it would have on him; I imagine it would take a particularly long time to do anything though--hell, he might take it, not feel anything right away, toss it in an evidence locker, and then get the surge of power a minute later only to forget which locker he put it in before tearing them all down and never finding it.

Dorfl is the one making me cackle internally. Because I'm pretty sure the ring can't reach his mind. Technically he hasn't got one. He's alive, sure. He's sentient, yeah. Definitely a person. Even has a heart of sorts. But much like a jellyfish, no brain. I imagine he'd pick it up, and it would glow like it's been put in a fire, and he'd figure the words meant something, so he'd write them down and talk to a translator, realize it was evil, and then just casually walk through Mordor to Mt. Doom and toss it in the fire like it was nothing; all because the ring had no idea anyone was carrying it in the first place and anyone in the vicinity of Dorlf it might have been able to tempt to take it would take one look at the golem and go "not worth it." There's, possibly, a small chance he recognizes that the ring is somewhat sentient and a lot like himself and maybe he'd think to give it its own body, but he also doesn't seem the type to be dumb enough to do that.

Sauron: Aha, who is now in possession of the One Ring? A common soldier? Perfect; they will be tempted by dreams of conquest, wealth and power! But... wait, what is happening? Why is the tempation not affecting them? What sort of lowly human could possibly resist my power?

Sam Vimes, chucking the One Ring into the fires of Mount Doom before striding off to get home before 6pm: Bloody stupid piece of jewelery-

#sam vimes #discworld #lord of the rings #lotr #crossover

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aesir-alchemist · 3 years ago

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Movie Night at Avengers Campus (LokixReader)

Summary: A continuation of the series where I write my take on my favorite fanfic clichés.

It's movie night at Avengers campus, and Natasha has picked out a scary movie for you to watch. Horror movies aren't your thing - not when there are real monsters in the world - but being an Avenger means projecting bravery, even during movie night, so you stick around. Luckily, when things get to be too much for you, Loki is there reminding you that not all monsters are worth hiding from, in fact some might be worth venturing into the dark for...

Author's notes: These one-shots are meant to celebrate frequently used story tropes. The intent is to add new stories bi-weekly unless life gets in the way. Please feel free to comment with your favorite fanfic clichés, and I'll add them to the list!

Pairing: Loki (Marvel) x Female Reader

Content Warning: 18+ smut ahead (Reader is of age)

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"What if this was the thing that lurked in the shadows? Would you still be afraid then?"

Tony Stark had made sure that there were several screening rooms at the Avengers compound. There was the one that was part of the big conference room - it was usually used to show the Avengers footage of how badly you’d messed up, and how the UN was “very, very disappointed in you (but not really, because what could they really do about it)”. Then there was one that was a part of a small conference room, which was usually used by Scott or by Sam trying to show off clips of new tricks to whoever would wander by. And there was the large theater, where Tony imagined the campus would one day hold movie premiers - but was generally used only for press conferences.

Lastly, of course, there was the small theater, where you found yourself that evening. It was where the Avengers would host their own intimate movie nights - a way to wind down and blow off steam between missions or after a hard day of training.

You loved movie nights - it was one of your favorite parts of your new life as an Avenger. Every day you were learning enough novel things to make your head spin and you welcomed every break from the intense work. You thought you’d be used to the onslaught after being there for nearly six months, but being a hero was so much more complicated than you could have imagined. At least movie night made you think of simpler times. It reminded you of sitting on your lumpy sofa back home with family and friends snuggled under blankets. It made you think of sleepover birthdays and midnight movies and awkward first dates. It made you think of normal things.

But there was nothing awkward or lumpy or normal about the little theater. It had three rows of comfortable reclining seats - three deep and in pairs. It could fit eighteen, but there were rarely ever more than six of you. The sizable screen lowered from the ceiling simply by asking, and the projector’s library had access to every movie ever made - all you had to do was tell FRIDAY its name.

Natasha had picked the night's movie you were told, and you were glad. The others had groaned when she’d picked Moonraker, but it was one of the first ways you’d bonded with her - literally Bond-ed - over campy cinema and spy thrillers. However, when you entered the room and saw the movie’s title card already displayed on the screen your stomach sank. It was a horror movie, and not the subtle kind that you could handle. It was an American remake of a Japanese classic. You’d avoided it at all costs when it came out, for fear that it would give you night terrors - waking dreams that would make you lose control of the powers that you didn’t then yet understand.

But you did understand your powers now, at least a little, and as everyone was settling into their seats, your brain failed to come up with a good excuse to leave. It only reminded you that this was an opportunity for growth, and for fostering camaraderie with your new teammates. You hated when your brain did that. You hated when you talked yourself out of being a coward. It was that voice that made you a perfect hero, but damnit, you did not want to be brave in that moment.

“C’mon New Girl, we’re dimming the lights. It’s spooky season, let’s go!” It was impossible to be a coward in front of Natasha. She had an uncanny ability to inspire. So you looked for a seat.

There were several empty seats, and generally, attendees of Movie Night were happy enough to occupy plenty of space by themselves, but you didn’t feel up to it as the images you remembered from the film’s trailer played hauntingly in your mind.

Loki was seated by himself in the back row. You’d built a friendly rapport with him over the months. You were pretty sure he liked that you hadn’t been there to see his mess in the Battle of New York, and you liked liked his dry, witty quips.

“Do you mind?” You asked, pointing at the empty seat beside him, “I’m not great with scary movies.”

“If you don’t like monsters, then you may want to find another seat,” he shot a signature smarmy grin, the kind you’d gotten used to seeing when you bantered with him in the field, but he gestured to the seat beside him all the same, “I do have a request though, he whispered in a low voice now that the music from the film had started to play, “Do you mind sharing that blanket? I forgot my own.”

You had brought a big fluffy throw from your room. The compound was stylish, but not always full of creature comforts, and the cozy softness of your own items made you think of home. It was wild that, after everything extraordinary you’d experienced since becoming an Avenger, you still got homesick now and then, and It was always the little things that ate at you, like blankets on sofas or the familiar smell of coffee in the morning.

You sat down and threw half of the blanket over him, making sure to keep your arms tucked in, not taking up too much room or trespassing on Loki’s personal space when everyone else was so spread out.

The movie progressed, beginning with a creepy, atmospheric prologue, nothing too terrifying, then moved to the optimistic young protagonists without a care in the world. Curse? What curse? They couldn’t be bothered by any old folktale. But of course, alas, they should have heeded all of the warnings, and as the music intensified you could feel the first big scare of the film creeping up on you like a spider on your spine. You dropped your head and brought your blanket up your face to hide there. If you just shut your eyes maybe the horror on the screen wouldn’t plague you later. You tried to disappear into your own understanding of the events transpiring on screen, forcing your imagination to be flooded with the images of harmless behavior set to the eerie, screeching soundtrack.

Suddenly there was a presence at your leg - a touch that made you jump before realizing that it was soft and gentle, warm and reassuring.

Loki gave your knee a little squeeze as the music settled, “it’s over,” he whispered, just barely a breath, and moved from your knee to reach for your hand, still clinging tightly to your covers.

He was intent on watching you, not the movie as you relinquished half of your grip to be held by him. It was a new sort of intimacy for you with a teammate. You’d barely ever hugged a fellow Avenger - your only real physical contact with them was trading blows in the training gym. You hadn’t realized you missed touch so much until now. Another small thing to make you homesick.

Loki was the type of man who took up space. Wherever he stood, wherever he sat, he seemed so spread out, so voluminous, in attitude and in actual stature. But he was tucked completely now under that blanket with you, holding your hand, letting you cling to him, and pulling you in close.

The cadence of the movie settled into its horrific rhythm. A few minutes of plot that you could stand to watch, following the mystery and intrigue unfold, and then a few minutes of horror that you had to hide from. The cycle went on like that, an endless loop, and you inched closer and closer to Loki’s comforting touch. Eventually your face was just as buried in his shoulder as it was buried in your blanket. A little more than halfway through the movie, he had switched the hand that was holding yours, and wrapped you in his free arm entirely.

An Avenger, you knew, should be embarrassed to be curled up like a child because of some silly fiction. Embarrassed because there were real terrors in the world that would make the scariest of movie monsters blanche upon sight. But you couldn’t be bothered to be embarrassed or even move. You felt too safe, too comfortable tucked in Loki’s arm, safe under the eaves of those broad shoulders. If you were homesick before, this felt like home now, and you were happy to be small once again, hidden under a blanket on movie night.

The film was almost over now, and the suspense building up to the big horrific, climactic scene had you burying your face fully into Loki’s chest and his plush black sweater, that smelled clean and of his musk at the same time. He squeezed you tighter, closer with his arm and you let yourself plant there and worm your way into him as you tried to escape from the projected scenes.

Just as the music was about to break, Loki let go of your hand and for an instant you were left feeling clammy and betrayed, until his hand gently connected with your jaw, and he pulled you towards him for a kiss.

His kiss was ginger, delicate and warm. The tension you’d been holding in your neck and shoulders and stomach eased, if only slightly, and for the first time all evening you found yourself genuinely distracted from the images on the screen.

It wasn’t until Steve yelped in fear that you remembered yourself and pulled away. You giggled at the Star Spangled Man’s reaction to the movie along with the rest of the cohort, but you and Loki shared a different kind of smile as he squeezed you once again.

When the movie ended and the lights came back on, Loki released your grip, not moving, but allowing you move away should you choose, and to your almost immediate regret you did, pulling up and out of his embrace to regain some amount of professional distance. You could pretend that you hadn’t just been fully tucked away in Loki’s arms and in his kiss, but a threshold had still been crossed, and you knew you’d have to address it sooner or later. With yourself, at least, if not everyone else.

When you got back to your room you dressed for bed, assuming that you’d done enough to avoid any real lingering images of ghosts and monsters, but when the lights were out, you found it was a different story. The haunting suspenseful music still rang clear in your mind and re-conjured what few scenes you’d absorbed, more horrific now, twisted by your active imagination. Creatures crept in the corners of your bedroom and lurked behind every cabinet or closet door. You pulled your comforter cover up tight, but still felt that the fabric was a measly layer between yourself and what creeping, long fingered creature that your brain invented to lay in wait for you.

But when you tried to banish those images from your brain, all you were left with was the other curious thing that happened that evening. The sensation of Loki’s lips against yours lingered, as did the feel of his warmth and the fresh smell of his sweater. It haunted you as much as the movie did, lingering there in the corners of your mind every time you tried to close your eyes.

The truth was that you weren’t sure what the kiss meant. You had read once that the racing heart and sweaty palms when experiencing terror could be mistaken by your body for feelings of romance. It was why they released almost as many horrors on Valentines Day as they did on Halloween. You also conceived that perhaps it was just a natural progression of your friendship - casual kisses were common around the world, and frankly you had no idea about Asgard.

But then there was the possibility that it was more than friendship - a true gesture of romance, and that’s what scared you the most.

There was so much you’d learned and gotten used to. You felt like you were already a different person entirely from when you’d arrived. You weren’t sure you were ready for any complications that could come from adding intimacy to your life. Much less with a literal god. Much less with a literal god who once tried to conquer the planet. Much less with a literal god who was also a co-worker.

You knew you should banish all thoughts of him until morning, until you had a clearer head, until you could think about the situation more rationally, but when you pushed away your thoughts of Loki, the horrors crept back in. And so, you entered a vicious cycle that barred you from sleep.

There was only one thing to do about it. One person to go to.

Half delirious from exhaustion you got out of bed and found yourself headed for Loki’s room, not even sure that he’d still be up, but you needed company, and comfort, and ideally, a little clarity. You pressed a few light taps on his door with your knuckle, and it only took a moment for you to get your response.

Loki opened his door, shirtless, dressed only in relaxed pajama pants, and hair dripping wet, towel still in hand.

“I wondered if I’d not enjoyed your company for the last time tonight,” he was all cheek and cool calm, and it was a refreshing contrast to your hot, anxious insides.

“I, uhhh… I…,” Now that you were here you had no idea what to do or say

“It’s alright,” he said, reaching out a hand, “I get nightmares too.”

You were pulled into his room, more sparse than you’d have imagined, but littered with books and candlesticks burned to nubs. You sat together at the edge of his bed, unsure of what to say, but glad for the company, glad for the closeness as he began to wordlessly rub your back, slowly, up and down your spine.

“Why… why did you kiss me?” Maybe it was the calm that was beginning to find you now that you had company, or maybe it was the hand on your back that gave you the trust, but the question just came out, forward as could be.

“I wanted you to have something to think about. Something to distract you from the horror on screen. Did it work?”

“Yes…,” Your face burned at the memory, “I’m… sorry I pulled away. I don’t want you to think I’m only interested in you in the dark,” you weren’t sure why, but it felt important that he understand.

“I know,” he said, “It’s a strange thing being here. You have immense power, but also endless scrutiny.”

“Not unlike royalty in that way though, I suppose?”

“No,” he smiled in a sad sort of way, “No, I suppose not.”

It was your turn to kiss his feelings away. You reached out, cupping his cheeks in your palms and returned his soft, comforting kiss. He leaned in and pulled you close and once again your head was clear - free from worry or doubt or questioning.

Loki slipped his fingers just under the hem of your night shirt so that they could rub at the bare skin at the small of your back. It sent another tingle up your spine, a warm one this time, and you leaned in harder, kissing him again with more urgency, chasing the thrill and not running from it. He pulled gently at your leg, left bare by the length of your pajama shorts, and urged you up and over him.

You sat straddled in his lap, hands still at his jaw, too apprehensive, still, of fully touching his bare shoulders and chest. But as your mouths continued to connect and explore, his hands found new terrain under your shirt, reaching higher and higher, lifting the garment up dangerously high, and dangerously close to exposing your own chest. He pressed you closer to him, forcing the bare skin of your bellies to touch and sending goosebumps down your arm.

His kissing slowed, just a little, before he pulled away, slightly, to look you in the eyes.

“I know what you said, about not only being interested in the dark, but the dark keeps things hidden, away from prying eyes. You’re afraid of the that monsters lurk there, but what if it was something beautiful hidden away? Something too nervous to be perceived by others just yet? What if this was the thing that lurked in the shadows? Would you still be afraid then?”

You looked at him, perhaps really seeing him for the first time since arriving. Solid and strong, but also vulnerable and kind. A man full of complexities and anxieties all his own.

“If… If it was just us hiding there. If it was just like this. Then… Then I think I could be very happy living in the dark with you.”

With that Loki was lifting your shirt up and over your shoulders and discarding it to the side. His soft and sweet kisses passionate and deep. He pulled you close, pressing your now bare chest against his. You wrapped your arms around him completely and whimpered as you relinquished all apprehension and melted into his body.

Soon Loki’s fingers were toying with the waistband of your pajama shorts, and then his hands were slipping entirely under the soft fabric and palming the cheeks of your rear. You could feel his arousal growing to its full stature between the fabric left between you. When you couldn’t stand to wait anymore, you gently pried yourself from his lap and stood to take off your shorts. You bent low to draw them to your ankles and discarded them with a little kick before trying to return to your efforts.

Loki stopped you, however, with his hands on your hips, and after taking a moment to drink in the sight of you, he stood as well. He let you watch him remove his own pants, leaving nothing between your flesh besides the temperature-controlled air. He winked at you and you took the full sight of him in for the first time. You’d seen what his body could do before - you’d seen his strength on missions and in training, but seeing the form of it, lean muscles held taught along his elongated torso and legs - it almost took your breath away. With all the grace of a panther he plodded to the controls for the lamps in the room and switched them off leaving you with only the subtle glow of minor appliances and moonlight spilling through the window.

“Now,” he said in an almost purr, making his way back to you and the bed, pulling back its covers, “Let’s make the darkness our domain.”

You slid in between his sheets and he followed, pressing himself close to you once more. You felt as if you never wanted to let go ever again. Your hands explored the muscles that rippled along his back, and his tongue discovered the sensitive skin on your neck and chest.

There was a time in your life when you’d insisted on languorously slow foreplay, when you’d required complete control in the bedroom in order to keep your powers at bay. But you let Loki’s touch wash over you like the darkness, and when he was lifting your leg up over his so that he could push himself deep into your body, it felt natural to accept him and let yourself sink into his sheets.

He held your hand out and pressed into the mattress beside you, like your junction was a waltz, half wrapped around each other and movements combined. Every thrust of his hips was one more edict to banish your fears. Every hot breath against your skin was a salve to soothe away your worry. Every kiss was a life saving breath to bring you into this new world with him.

Loki pushed your legs higher, opening your body up to him completely. He caught your gaze and held it, continuing to thrust, connecting with you through your eyes and through your hips. The sensation built closer and closer to its apex with you staring into one another. It was only when the wave of pleasure crested, like a spray of ecstasy washing through you, that you closed your eyes to brace against euphoria. Loki soon followed, feeling your rapture beneath him. He pressed in even closer, slowing but not stopping until your bodies had softened and he had spent his all.

Loki pulled the covers up and over your heads, shielding you from even the moonbeams, and you lay there for a long while, entwined in the warmth of each other, catching your breaths.

When the rhythm of your inhales and exhales began to slow into slumber you heard Loki whisper, “And you can sleep now? With a monster in your bed?”

“Loki, if you’re a monster, then I’m a monster too, and I know I can learn to love the dark,” and you meant it too, with all of your bravery returning there in the pitch black, “It’s a wonder I was ever afraid of it in the first place.”

He kissed your forehead then, and rubbed your back, and tucked in there, between Loki’s strong arms, in the inky dark of his covers, you felt secure, you felt protected, and so you settled into your most restful night of sleep.

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astaroth1357 · 4 years ago

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Demigod MC Series: Poseidon

Fishy fishy fishy… I honestly could write 100 more things for Poseidon MC and Levi. I just love the dynamic between an insecure, otaku shut-in and a chill California surfer dead set on becoming his friend.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon

For anyone unaware, Poseidon is also the god of horses. I know it's a weird combo, but I didn't write the mythos.

Lucifer

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They came out of the portal….

On a horse….

They brought the mortal down to the Devildom…

On a goddamn horse….

There's a demigod on a live horse brandishing a weapon and doing laps around the Student Council Room…

Congratulations, he already wants to pull his hair out!!

Honestly, it would have been preferable to pluck them out of the sea. At least then they'd just need a towel! What the hell were they going to do with an entire horse!?

And his nightmare didn't stop there. Poseidon is a notoriously mercurial god, prone to bouts of anger and spitefulness for reasons far less grievous than kidnapping his children…

Their apology was swift and (seemingly) effective, though the tide waters around the Devildom did rise by several feet for some time…

As for the MC… uh… Well, they're an energetic one to say the least…

Lucifer hasn't met a more active individual since Mammon. They horseback ride, swim, surf, skateboard, and probably do ten other things - the point is, they Hardly. Keep. Still!

They're also annoyingly easygoing… He can't count the number of times they've told him to, "Just chill out," or, "Hang loose…" What does that even mean??

Between having to order a stable made for their horse and just trying to keep up with them, Lucifer already thinks this mortal has caused him more trouble than they're worth… At least they keep Mammon busy...

Mammon

Upon first meeting them atop their horse, Sunset, his first thought was of course:

"I wonder if I sell that...?"

After that, they nearly fed him to sharks for trying to take their beloved steed on same night. Safe to say, he never touched a hair on its head again…

These two had a rocky start, but their relationship mended fairly quickly. As it turns out, the MC is literally one of those "go with the flow" types. You can say it was water under the bridge soon enough.

Mammon actually thinks the MC is a hell of a lot of fun, even if they're super laid-back. Most of the time, they won’t take his drive for money (or fear of his bills) all that seriously and tell him that he’s worrying too much, but they’ll still lend a hand if its on their way.

He finds their ability to control water pretty cool as well. Levi has it to some extent, but the MC can make a whole-ass whirlpool or use water like a whip!

He once begged them to call up some rare fish for him to sell, but they got all pseudo-philosophical on him about how “trading life for material wealth” is “not cool, dude...”

He also made the mistake of challenging them to a splash fight only once…. They managed to drench the whole family with a single wave….

The only thing that bothers him is their weird insistence on being Levi's "Best Buddy…" Why would someone like them even bother with a shut in??

Is it the water? … Probably water. Levi, that lucky bastard…

Leviathan

Thinks they're a big normie, no scratch that, a HUGE normie! The biggest normie he's ever met!! They skateboard and horseback ride for Devil's sake!!

...But they’re also, undoubtedly, the best friend he could've ever asked for.

To be fair to Levi, their friendship was sort of forced upon him. The MC took one look at him, his aquatic-themed room, and his pet goldfish then declared their new friendship status at that moment.

Unfortunately for him, though, they're energetic, extroverted, and generally have little understanding of personal space… aka, an introvert's worst nightmare…

The next month could accurately be described as the MC doing everything in their power to make their stubborn "senpai" like them.

They would drag him out to the aquarium, beach, or pool; they befriended Henry so he could put in a good word for them; and they'd even bring him little gifts or trinkets they'd find on the ocean floor. Pretty shells and stuff like a cat bringing its master a dead mouse.

After he finally began to accept them as a persistent fixture in his life, he introduced them to gaming and anime and started accepting them little by little...

By the end of their stay, these two were practically inseparable. Not just because they like spending time together, but because they figured out they could have a telepathic link due to Levi being part sea serpent.

No matter how far they are, they can always have a chat! (That no one else can hear so people think they’re just crazy...)

Satan

Satan honestly isn't the MC's biggest fan, he generally finds them too loud and gregarious for his liking. But their horse…?

He never really thought that he'd be a horse man... Yet it didn’t really take long for Satan to adore Sunset, their beautiful golden-maned mare. Apparently she's not their only horse, but by far their favorite traveling companion.

Sunset is a wonderful horse - brave, strong, and well-trained. It only took a few weeks before he was regularly sneaking out to the stables to brush her fur or feed her apples...

After the MC taught him how to ride, that was it. All other forms of transportation were inferior to him now.

Satan would ride Sunset everywhere and he looked damn good doing it! It takes all that fairytale Prince Charming thing he has going on and puts it through the roof.

It's a good thing too, because when I say everywhere, I do mean everywhere. Lucifer had to put seals on the House doors to keep Satan from riding Sunset through the hallways...

Of course, he’ll always let the MC have Sunset back when they need her!... with a little complaining but nothing terrible.

The MC doesn't mind much because Sunset likes him and they know he takes good care of her, but the rest of the House is slightly unnerved at how quickly he went horse crazy… What if they brought a giant crab instead?? No one wants to deal with crab-Satan...

Asmodeus

Their body is just scrumptious. Oh, how he could look at their swimsuit-clad figure all day!! 😩

Between the swimming and the fighting, their form is toned to all hell and he can't get enough of it! Yes baby, yes!! Take those clothes off again!!! He'll help~! 😘

When he's not staring at them “totally respectfully,” then he's inviting them out to pool parties or begging them to take him riding...

There are parts of horseback riding he doesn’t like, the smell and the jostling specifically, but there is a kind of… romance to it, no?

He loves having the chance to snuggle up to the MC as they trot around the Devildom! It's so romantic, like they’re his knight in shining armor! (Or his demigod in a damp swimsuit, either works. 😏)

His Devilgram is just full of selfies of him and MC riding on the back of Sunset or sitting by the edge of the pool or them in the middle of a swim meet…

Yeah his Devilgram is now a one part him and one part MC-Appreciation account.

After the pact he'll eventually cool down some and stop staring at them like a sex-object, but even then he'll be at every swim meet. Don't you worry~

Beelzebub

He actually really likes them! It's great to finally have another athlete in the House. 😊

The MC joined the RAD swim team just as soon the coach was able to convince Diavolo that having the child of a water god wasn't completely cheating...

Since swim and fangol practice ends at about the same time, they walk home together a lot and complain about... sports things... (Forgive me, I don’t know sports. Uhm... Rival teams? Coaches? That one drill everyone hates? Stuff like that.)

Beel also can surf, skate, and snowboard so the two have a healthy competition going. They're about on equal footing so they tie often (except in surfing but Beel doesn't think that should count cause they’re probably cheating).

The only thing that he has to watch out for is Sunset… As in, he has to watch himself around Sunset because he absolutely could eat her on accident…

Look, he doesn't want to and he doesn't even like horse meat that much, but even he has to admit there are times he gets hungry enough to consider it…

Of course, he knows that if he ever did Satan would rip him limb from limb then the MC would drown the rest so he really, really tries to control himself… but still… She’s a very healthy horse...

At least he didn’t try to sell her like Mammon. The MC hung him over a shark tank for that stunt… He’d feel bad, but Mammon kind of had it coming.

Belphegor

The first time they met, the MC smelled like beach water and called him "dude-bro…" He didn't like his prospects.

For a while, he genuinely thought that they had a lump of sand where their brain was. They were just too chill!! Here he was saying that he's being held captive and they were like, "Well that sucks, man… I'll help ya, but I've got practice tomorrow. You can wait, right?"

It's not like he expected them to jump on top of it, but some urgency would have been nice…

When they eventually got around to helping him, he was actually looking forward to choking the life out of them for the extra wait. Unfortunately, they apparently had a horse…

Yeah, Belphie found out just a bit too late that the MC could summon their steed to them whenever they wanted and ended up with Sunset's hooves firmly bucking into his back for his trouble…

What followed was Belphegor running circles around the attic from the weapon-totting MC riding their terrifying murder horse until Lucifer finally intervened....

Thank the gods he wasn’t near any water….

As it would turn out later, as long as he's not being held captive in an attic Belphie kind of vibes with their laid-backness… They say they approach life "one wave at a time" or something.

He could care less about what that actually means, but what it translates to is "Stop stressing out and just keep chill" which he's all about.

Everybody should just chill out!... dude…. Nah, he'll let them stick to the “dude”-thing, it feels weird...

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me demigods

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crow-mlm · 4 years ago

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Prayer and Predation. College! AU (Zhongli x Reader)

> Word Count: 1k

> Summary: As a scholarship student from a destitute background, you rely on your grades to sustain your education. But when the kind, enigmatic professor Zhongli gives you a devastating grade, you can't help but feel backed into a corner...

> Notes: A pretty short fic to try and get me back into the rhythm of writing regularly (ง︡'-'︠)ง. It's also not very good (no beta bcuz I'm an omega /j). Hope you enjoy anyway!

> Warnings: Yandere, implied stalking, manipulation, power dynamics, non-consensual touching.

"Thank you for seeing me, professor," you stammered, lowering your head in a half-hearted bow. "I'm sure you must be busy," your voice trailed off as you spoke, immediately scolding yourself for coming off like a total sycophant. Zhongli wasn't an idiot, in fact he seemed to be the farthest thing from it - he must've knew exactly why you'd asked to speak with him in private.

Your voice was dry, and the constant demands from your brain to stop shaking so damn much proved futile. Mr. Zhongli's attention seemed to amplify your panic more than you thought possible. His gaze - no, his presence alone seemed to command an overwhelming gravity. He radiated authority even when seated, one leg posed over the other as he reclined in the leather armchair.

There was silence in response, a vile, choking kind. The mocking tempo of a clock proved insufficient in drowning out the sound of your nervous swallowing. You opted to look at his dress shoes, estimating that meeting his gaze might send you into shock. They were expensive, you noted - although, as you observed the moment you stepped into his office for the first time, he was no stranger to luxury. It was decorated with antiques and relics you doubt any normal person could afford in their lifetime, the elegant oak desk he worked at you surmised could pay for a years worth of tuition. It was a prestigious college, sure, but this was something else. His clothes were reminiscent of the celebrities you'd seen on the covers of those business magazines; his coat folded over the arch of his chair, the tight dress shirt that highlighted his imposing physique and the sleek leather belt that curled around his waist. Zhongli exuded experience and wisdom that felt to be at odds with his exterior. You'd decided from that very first class that there was something impossible about him.

Mr. Zhongli cleared his throat, snapping you from your thoughts. The deep baritone of his voice instantly dissipated the static silence.

"I presume this about the grade I gave your paper."

Still refusing to meet his gaze, you nodded.

"Y-yes, Mr. Zhongli,"

He sighed deeply, a sound which made you wince with the palpable disappointment which dripped from it. You admired the Professor, a man wise beyond his years and seemed to harbour nothing but compassion toward his students. Summoning up the courage to face him properly, you were met with eyes of brilliant gold that betrayed no hint of their familiar benevolence. In its stead was suffocating scrutiny.

He held your eyes for a few moments before nodding to a spare chair a few feet away from him. Taking the signal, you pried yourself from the doorframe and took the seat, focusing on not tripping over your own feet on the way.

The professor leaned forward, rubbing his brow with slender fingers.

"I respect you, Mr. Zhongli, and I don't doubt your judgement, but if you'd just give it one more-"

"Chance?" he nearly scoffed. You felt bile rise in your throat. You'd never seen this side of him, almost amused at your desperation. He reclined back into the chair, elbows propping upon the leather armrests to lace his fingers under his jaw. "Do you think I'm incompetent, Y/n? Or perhaps you felt I'd sabotage my own academic integrity for your sake?"

Your chest tightened, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. You mouthed an apology, hands clenching and unclenching over and over.

"I don't, professor - I didn't mean to-" You exhaled, a last ditch effort to steel yourself. "I have a lot riding on this grade, professor. Please, if you'd just look at it one more time."

Your pleas were met with a hum, outwardly contemplative, yet one that managed to chill you to your core. Standing up suddenly, his stature making you feel even more diminutive, he pacing toward you.

" Ah, that's right. I was surprised to learn that you're a scholarship student," Zhongli's tone had relaxed into an almost affectionate baritone. "Then again, I always thought you were more... remarkable than your peers."

You were taken aback. More than the sudden praise that would've normally left you utterly flustered, you wondered if that information was easily accessible to members of staff. Then again, you surmised his prestige lent him privy to student profiles.

Zhongli came to a stop before you, towering over your seated form.

"Let's not beat around the bush, Y/n. You came here seeking a favour, am I correct?"

Dread planted itself in your chest. As much as you hated to admit it, he was right. You couldn't afford to go here without the scholarship, and neither you nor your family could ever dream of being able to support your education on finances alone. But you'd worked so hard to get this far, days on end of studying and memorizing just for a chance of winning the coveted scholarship - you couldn't let a single grade make that all for nothing.

Swallowing your pride, you nodded. It was slight, almost undistinguishable, but the Professor's pleased rumble ensured that he'd noticed it.

"I'm sure you're well aware that even a gift has a price," you flinched when you felt a finger ghost against your cheek - just when had he gotten so close? "And I can't bestow a favour without expecting one in return."

Bending his knees, he met your level - eyes brimming with unnerving joy. A warm palm disturbed the cold that had settled on your skin, strong digits tenderly stroking the surface. His voice, deep and rich, like honey fit to ensnare flies, made every inch of your body tense as he spoke.

"Let's make a contract, shall we?"

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin #genshin x you #yandere #tw stalking #my writing #zhongli #zhongli imagines #zhongli x reader #yandere imagines #yandere zhongli #yandere x reader #yandere zhongli x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact

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liskantope · 2 years ago

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Hey, I am the sender who wrote to you about transtrending. I found it funny that you recently reblogged that post again, because I checked your blog in order to send you another message about it.

I can't remember what I had wanted to say, at the moment… but there was one line in your post that stood out to me:

"And I don’t know how many stories like yours there are, compared to stories of kids turning out to look back on their transition as a lifesaver."

I found that line sort of depressing, because early in my attempt at transitioning genders... I did regard it as a 'lifesaver'. The hormones that I was taking had acted like a chemical anti-depressant... but they do that regardless of gender, or gender-identity. It's just a physical property of the substance and how it acts on the human body. The other outward physical effects were actually slowly making me more and more depressed in a subconscious way.

I had talked to someone else about how I had felt about transitioning, and how I used to think about it. But I set up 'conditions' in my mind, for when I thought I was going to be happy, finally. If I didn't meet the conditions, then I felt like I wasn't at 'true happiness potential'. ...Like there was always something better out there.

The conditions that I set for myself in my teenage years were 'transitioning to the other gender'. But my friend had quipped that other people also set these types of terms & conditions for themselves: "Have kids, get married, and you'll finally be happy." "Transition, be seen as the other gender, and you'll finally be happy." But it's really just a way of psyching yourself out of living life fully. Because at the moment you set those terms, you might not be happy... so you want to carve yourself a path through the mountain to the other side. Life is freaking vast and full of the unknown.

I just didn't want to admit that I was wrong, as a teenager. I didn't want to be wrong. I mean, deep down... I really did want to be wrong, so I would able to live my life the way I was born, but I SET MYSELF ON A PATH, I WAS DETERMINED TO FOLLOW IT TO ITS BLOODY END! HYAA!

...but it's really sad in the end. Maybe the old folks were right, and cartoons and fairy tales really can rot out a kid's brain. hahahaha

If I remember what else I wanted to write to you about, I'll be sure to follow up. Cheers. I love reading your posts.

I don't remember if I had already said this, but another part of the 'lifesaving transition' belief, for me.... had to do with finally meeting my 'requirements for happiness'. So I finally allowed myself to think certain things, and feel certain ways... only to awaken to a world that was worse than when I had 'clocked out'. The mind can be very powerful.

Guess I'm going back and answering already-not-so-recent asks tonight, mostly about young people gender-related medical therapy. Although this won't be so much an answer as a sort of piecemeal reaction to various lines in what itself feels almost like a full-blown blog post of its own that was submitted to me. I'm kind of tempted to advise you to write about your experiences in a more longform and slightly more polished way on your own blog -- I'd find it very worth reading and would follow and probably interact if you tipped me off about where it was -- but I'd be worried about the hornet's nest you might be stepping into if you did.

Meanwhile, I do continue to have qualms about giving so many paragraphs' worth of voice to one data point of experience with youth gender-dysphoria-related medical interventions (and I apologize for how dehumanizing it is to talk about your experience as a "data point", but on my blog as well as when teaching classes one part of my brain always has to see the group of people I'm interacting with as a whole and think about fairness and what messages I'm sending, while another part is interacting with and being concerned for you as an individual). I still decided to answer this in part because (1) writing long asks full of worthwhile informative details and deep inspection of an issue is a good thing that shouldn't be "penalized" by being ignored; (2) relatedly, nothing's stopping someone else with a contrasting experience to deeply describe it in an ask, which I imagine I'd respond to; (3) your experience and perspective is obviously very underrepresented on Tumblr and goes against locally dominant beliefs enough that it may well be that you only feel safe talking about it as anonymously as possible, which necessitates the ask feature; and (4) I think some of the particular points you make are really good and freshly put, especially when applied more generally.

"And I don’t know how many stories like yours there are, compared to stories of kids turning out to look back on their transition as a lifesaver." I found that line sort of depressing, because early in my attempt at transitioning genders… I did regard it as a 'lifesaver'.

I'm genuinely sorry about the triggering* effect I imagine that line must have had on someone with your experience. The problem is that conceivably, someone (or many thousands of people) might find out in the long term that it was a lifesaver for them. Doesn't make it easier for someone else who was drawn into it by their testimony and found out that they were instead worse off than before. Or maybe not so many find it a lifesaver in the long term -- maybe a lot of what we're hearing is young people who have only been on such programs since relatively recently who find it a lifesaver so far or are kind of lying to themselves like you were doing for a while. The unsettling thing is that this recent boom in gender-related medical therapy for very young people is still pretty new. The only comfort that I take in the possible event that this trend has gone significantly too far is that I'm convinced if that is the case that there will be a pretty big backlash some 5-15 years down the road the brings about a correction; in a way, this is an argument against the hysteria of the Peterson types who sound convinced that we're completely driving off a cliff or something. But here I am again thinking about big-group dynamics at the expense of caring about individuals: whatever happens on a society-wide scale doesn't fix the devastating harm that may have been done to someone who transitioned when it was the wrong choice (or didn't transition when it would have been the right choice).

And the Sunk Cost Fallacy rears its ugly head again! This is beginning to become a hobbyhorse of mine just because I'm seeing it as a more and more prevalent reason for getting into and staying in really regrettable situations. If it's any consolation, some of the worst decisions in my own life have been very ascribable to the Sunk Cost Fallacy, including when I was a very fully-developed adult. I kind of think people need to be talking about this fallacy more.

Maybe the old folks were right, and cartoons and fairy tales really can rot out a kid's brain. hahahaha

Honestly, a ton of the my deepest concerns about the attitudes of the Young and Very Online, increasingly in the last five or so years, feel related to a sort of cartoonish fairy tale / superhero story view of the world. I don't know what can be done about it or even how to talk about it without sounding incredibly obnoxious and condescending.

*At this point I've basically given up holding myself, let alone others, to not expanding "triggering" and related terms beyond a PTSD context. The milder definition of it that became popular over the last ten or so years still has decently robust boundaries, conveys a meaningful concept, and is useful, I think.

#trans issues #hormone therapy #jordan peterson #sunk cost fallacy #superhero story mentality

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ghoulish-fiction · 3 years ago

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hey! uh, about the dirty drabbles/headcanon req... may I propose the idea of nsfw swiss x rain? swiss is a switch but mostly played the role as a dom, while rain is an unexpectedly kinky power bottom.

thank you! anyway you can ignore this if you think it's way too much effort to do this req :)

I wasn't sure what to write for this specific idea because its not exactly how I see them, so I wrote down a bunch of my Rain/Swiss headcanons instead. I hope you still like it! I'm quite pleased. I love Rain and Swiss together and I liked actually writing down all these ideas instead of just letting them rattle around in my brain. Makes me want to write some actual stories about them.

Anyway! Headcanons under the cut. ❤💙SFW💙❤ first and 🔥NSFW🔥 after.

❤💙SFW💙❤

Their relationship is open but they are each other's anchor and they couldn't dream of being without each other. Very much in love.

Out of respect for Rain's privacy Swiss keeps most aspects of their relationship between them. However, Swiss loves to brag on Rain any chance he gets. He loves talking about how kind and sweet and handsome and talented his mate is.

The two are cuddle bugs. They're always wrapped up around each other. When hanging out with friends, Rain will often sit in Swiss's lap. He makes the excuse that he does it so there's one more seat on the couch or one more open chair, but they just like to be close to each other.

Rain could listen to Swiss sing forever. He loves waking up to the sound of Swiss singing in the shower and the smell of fresh coffee brewing.

Catch these two making out like horny teenagers. They are often happy to just kiss and touch and get hot and bothered together without it leading to anything more.

Rain can be shy about anybody seeing him without his mask, but he always feels comfortable taking his true form in front of Swiss in their home.

When Swiss is feeling, down Rain puts on their favorite slow songs and they dance together. It usually cheers Swiss up, but sometimes he just hides his face in Rain's shoulder and has a good cry while Rain holds him.

They are always giving eachother little trinkets and gifts. Rain gave Swiss one of his favorite guitar picks. Swiss saw a pretty flower while they were out walking and tucked it behind Rain's ear. Rain wrote a quick little goodmorning note for Swiss, and Swiss carried it in his pocket for weeks until he accidently washed it. While out shopping Swiss saw a small sun catcher that looked like a grey cloud with dangling blue Rain drops, so he bought it and gave it to Rain to hang in their bedroom window.

🔥NSFW🔥

Rain and Swiss get along beautifully, but they are ghouls and tempers can run high so they do fight on occasion. Their fights often lead to angry sex where they fight for dominance the entire time. They end up wrapped around each other apologizing for whatever started the fight in the first place and kissing all the marks they left on eachother.

Both men are switches and regularly swap places in the bedroom. When Swiss doms he is a bit more of a gentle, pleasure dom. He wants to make Rainy feel good and get off while he does it. Sometimes Swiss drives Rain crazy by teasing and edging him for hours, but it is worth it. When Rain doms he is rough. Very rough. He wants to leave his mark on every inch of Swiss's body, but especially his neck. Swiss loves the release of just giving everything over to Rain, because, for the most part, he gets to just sit back and enjoy the pleasure and pain.

Not every sexual encounter between them is a dom/sub sort of thing. Like anyone they usually just want to fuck and have fun. It's also common for them to have very lovey, pretty vanilla sex full of soft praise and love confessions and laughter and kisses.

Rain's favorite position is cowgirl, riding Swiss slow and deep with his tail around Swiss's throat. Swiss's favorite is missionary. He wants to roll those hips nice and easy into Rain, bottoming out again and again while he strokes Rain's cock.

Swiss will have sex on the tour bus. Rain will not, its too embarrassing for him to only be inches away from other people while they have sex, unless its a group thing. One time Swiss was feeling extremely horny but he didn't want to ask Rain for sex because he refuses to push his mate's boundaries, so he decided to just masturbate there next to Rain while he was sleeping but Rain woke up and was like "What are you doing?!" This woke the others up and left Rain mortified. Swiss didn't care. This incident started some somnophilia rumors that had Rain absolutely dying.

Rain is also seeing Mountain and will sometimes sleep with literally every other band mate. Swiss isn't partnered with anyone else but will sleep with Cirrus and Cumulus fairly regularly. He will on a very rare occasions sleep with other band mates, but if he does Rain is usually involved. Swiss also sleeps with a handful of Siblings of Sin.

#asked and answered #ghoulish headcanons #swissghoulweek #nameless ghouls #swiss #multi ghoul #rain #rain/swiss #swiss/rain

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