#you see the vision i just i know i wont end up writing it

[leighsartworks216]

I have this thought in my head that Will Not Leave but I don't think I'll ever get around to writing it so whoever wants to take up the mantle please do (just tag me please cuz ough 😩 I wanna read it so bad)

Okay so there's that trend that went around (is still going around?) about people asking their partners to do like things found in books (door lean + chin tilt, etc). You suggest the idea to Sylus and he quirks an eyebrow but agrees so long as you don't record it through your social media. Easy agree there, cuz you wanna be put in these situations by Sylus god damn

So you set up a tripod facing a wall where Sylus is waiting and hit record. You're giddy, practically bouncing over to the wall. You lean up against it and look up at him expectantly

Sylus, smirking in that cocky, lascivious way he does, puts his hand on the wall beside your head, caging you in as he ducks his head down. With his other hand, he grabs your chin and tilts your head up to meet his eyes. And oh god you are HOT - your cheeks, ears, body, completely warm because the way he so easily traps you in, exudes his presence over you is unbelievably sexy

He takes it a step further. Leaning down, his nose brushes alongside your own. His breaths are even, calm, while yours hitches in your throat in anticipation. He can feel the nervous energy coming off your body in waves. Practically hear how rapid your heartbeat is

Just a little further and he meets your lips. A small kiss at first, barely lasting a couple seconds. And then another, and another, each lasting longer than the one before, until he's kissing you deeply, coaxing your mouth open to welcome his tongue inside

His hand moves from your chin to your waist, pushing under the hem of your shirt. The one by your head shifts so he's leaning against his forearm instead, keeping himself even closer as he boxes you up against the wall. Kisses growing more and more insistent. Stepping closer until his body is right up to yours, chests pressed together and hips grinding against each other for friction

The recording is completely forgotten (to you, at least) as he quickly does away with your clothes and lifts you up. Your arms wrapped securely around his neck, legs around his hips, and his mouth leaving endless marks along your neck and chest

He nimbly undoes his belt and his jeans, desperate to feel you as he lowers his pants enough to free his erection and rub it against you. He teases out pleading cries for him from your lips, begging him to please please fuck you. Pushing his cock into you slowly with a low groan and breathy praise

Fucking you against the wall, deliberately telling you to say his name or beg or be noisy in any number of ways - all captured on your phone, mere feet away. He says your name in the way that drives you wild. Calls you sweet names in deep purrs with moans and choked whimpers. The persistent wet slap as he fucks up into you

Both of you cumming hard together. Your fingers pulling desperately at his hair on a high whine as you try so hard to kiss him with your pretty contorted face. Sylus's hips pressing you further into the wall as he spills his cum as deep inside you as possible. Both of you holding on to each other as you catch your breaths

The familiar tingle of his energy manipulation making your fine hairs stand on end as tendrils of red and black carry your phone through the air and into his awaiting hand. The little beep of the recording stopping. The haze that slinks away as realization finally strikes you

Hiding your face in his neck or trying to reach for the phone so you can delete it, only for him to keep it away and even send it to himself with a few taps on the screen. His low, rumbling chuckle as he pockets your phone and kisses languidly at your neck

"So? How did I do, sweetie? Shall we review the footage together?"

[shakirawastaken]

dsmp if... you were a romance trope

i got inspiration (sapnap, dream, george, karl, quackiy, wilbur) 

sapnap (hockey x figure skater): - im in the middle of heartbreaker rn and SHUT UP - i LOVE THIS TROPE - IM NOT EVEN A FIGURE SKATER I DO TAEKWONDO BUT I STILL FROTH OVER THIS SHIT - and then in addition to that one tommyinnit is a figure skater and everyone else is on a hockey team “ice these hurts” or smt h like that - i love this trope. - anyway i think that this trope comes hand in hand with enemies to lovers - his hockey team and ur figure skating group are at the same winter sports competiton - and you have to share a rink - booooo - so everyday you end practice with the sight of a bunch of hockey buffs roughhousing in the stands, waiting for you to finish - and everyday a certain brunette one sneers and smirks at you as you walk off the ice - “had a nice practice ice queen/king?” he asks you teasingly - “shut up, yeti” you mutter back gratingly as you bump your shoulder into his build as you pass him - and he comes up with a new one everyday - and you quip right back at him, unphased - one day, he comes into practice early just to spite you - what he wasn’t expecting is to see how good you actually were on the ice - he sat there like “ :O” and just watche dyou glide across the ice with what seemed like barely any effort - and he watched how passionate you were in your craft and the dance - and bro was whipped right then and there - so that day as you were leaving he said “you were amazing out there” and it took u jumpscared - you were like “no insult today?” - and he was like “dang, didnt know u liked them that much ;) but not today, not for something as beautiful as that” - and i think you can guess where it went from there... :)

 dream (ceo and employee romance):  - AKAIAKAKAHAKH TELL ME YOU SEE THE VISION - i mean hes a ceo alr so its like one step in the door you know - anyway hes a ceo - bro wears those fancy ass suits everyday and has like a wine cellar mini fridge shit thing in his office  - any way you pull up to his headquarters one day for like an interview and you were so fucking nervous  - you ran into him in the elevator (and no clue who he was) - and you basically vented to him for the 30 second elevator ride before scurrying off to your interview - bro didnt even get dreams name or anything - he kinda just smiled and wished you well as you ran away  - he thought you were so cute  - and you thought dude was hot as fuck  - anyway you got the JOB!! LETS GOO - the next day, your supervisor is like taking u around showing u the works - ....and you meet the ceo - its dream - and youre like :0 and he’s like  *smirk wink* ;) “hey” - and youre like “well fuck hes the ceo i cant be in love with him” - and you avoid him - but he makes it his life’s mission to get on ur radar - in the break room, in ur cubicle, in the cafeteria, in the parking lot man is ON YOU LIKE A MOTH TO A LIGHT - eventually he convinces you to go to fancy dinner - and WOW hes paying?? so that shit was FIREEEE - fancy wagyu steak and 102379182 year old wine i mean cmon - it was good ok - he asks you out after dinner and assures u ur job wont be at risk and everything - ba da bing ba da boom  - now youre dating happily and he spoils the FUCK outta you  - lmk if you want this one as a big fic with dialogue

george (neighbors): - tell me why whenever i have my delulu daydreams with george he’s always a neighbor - very much boy next door vibes - omg HES YOUR COLLEGE ROOMMATE NEXT DOOR - stoppppp - on move in day he pulls up with his family and u with urs and youre like - “hi ! nice to meet you im so exicted to move in!” and bros like “same!” - sometimes hes loud bc hes talking to his friends but you dont mind - hes a cs major and ur  whatever u want major - one day you decided to start singing  rlly loud while cleaning - ur singing taylor swift - and then george could hear you from the room next door to yours - so he writes up a little post it note that was like “loved the concert! when’s the next one?” and stuck in on your door - you found it and started mad blushign - you had a crush on him since day one awwww - anyways you two started communicating via post it notes and songs played loudly through the walls <3 - till one day you hear boyfriend by big time rush - and then you play girlfriend by avril lavigne back - and then he slips you a post it note under the door and you open the door before you could read it  - and its an unspoken like thing that you start dating - its so romantic how you can saw you guys starting dating because of taylor swift !!

quackity (academic rivals): - DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON THIS TROPE IT BRINGS ME LIFE ALRIGHT - alright - two law school students FIGHTING IT OUT ACADEMICALLY - you guys met in ur freshman year english class or some shit - clashed together in a discussion group - and its been game on since then - your texts with each other are flaunting texts - “hey alex, guess who got a 97 on the last midterm?” - “guess who got a 99 ;)” - over time, the texts started getting more and more hostile - people started to thing you two actually hated one another’s guts  - but in reality it was more for the thrill - but this continued throughout your law school careers - and you both become successful lawyers in the end!! - and when the headmaster calls you both into his office and says - “youre both valedictorian! congrats! you have to give a speech together” - well its like all the hatred faded away - you grinned and cheezed at each other before giving each other the biggest hug ever - so you both wrote a speech together - and soon the day of graduation came - and q goes at the end “i wouldn’t be here without the person who motivated me through it all, so thank you (y/n)” and youre like “hey man *sob* wtf *sob” - and you kiss him on the cheek and cheer to all the graduates  - after the ceremony he catches up to you in the parking lot, grabbing your wrist before you could go off with ur family - and blurts out word soup - and ur like what - and hes like “i really like you, and law school wouldn’t have been the same without you. can we be more than friends?” - and youre like “duhhh” and kiss him right there karl (best friends to lovers): - YOU ARE IN LOVE BY TAYLOR SWIFT  - that is the song for this SCENARIO - you two met when you were little kids in like first grade - your friends werent there on that day so you hung out with each other - hooked to the other since then and there - it was always “karl and you” and “you and karl” - you came as a packaged deal - through ups and downs you were there together - you graduated high school together and were going to the same college together now - while karl barely got into any romantic relationships, you seemed to be going through a few of them  - you were desperate for a love connection and honestly i aint blaming u - one day after a horrible date he came over to your dorm and u had an impromptu sleepover - you were in karls old shirt and some pajama pants and he was in his pajamas - and you two were just watching a movie together - before he turns to you abruptly, and you turn to look at him - and he’s like “you’re my best friend”  - and you saw a switch flip in him - since then, the dynamic between you two changed (for the better) - you became more flirty more touchy  - you started to act like you were a couple more and more - one day you saw him open his wallet to pull out his card  - and u saw that he has a picture of the two of you in his wallet - and then you knew that he was it for you - you ask him out that night - and hes so happy hes picking you up and spinning you around - <3 wilbur (musician x fan trope): - okay this is inspired by those tik toks that are like “did you see the way he looked at me” and its harry styles staring and eyeing down a fan in the audience like YES - and he’s a musician so it fits! - imagine lovejoy is like a HUGE HUGE Band so maybe this is in the future - anyways you and ur friend go to a lovejoy concert - for the sake of the story, youre not that big a fan of lovejoy just familiar with hits like sex sells and one day - the whole time ur friend is like “theyre so good hes so good its all so good” - you two end up a few rows from barricade  - and you and ur friend start screaming it up as you should - youre not oblivious to the way the lead singer keeps looking over in your direction, winking and smiling - imagine a sweaty, singing wilbur glancing over at you during sex sells and giving you a smile as he rasps out “you know sex sells i know that” - brb ascending to heaven - anyway a time comes when he stops to speak to the audience - he wastes no time - he struts over to your side of the stage and points at you  - “what’s your name?” - and you scream it at him - “what a lovely name!” - the crowd cheers - “ahre you single?” he asks with a grin on his face - the grin grows when u nod at him - “give me ur number!?” he asks and you nod at him as ur friend is dying next to you - he gestures u and ur friend to the front of the stage by the barricade  - and he passes you a marker and make syou WRITE YOUR NUMBER ON HIS GUITAR OR HIS SHIRT OR SOMETHING - oh yeahh go you go you thank yoU! let me know if you want any of these to become a bigger story/imagine and LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A PART 2 WITH OTHER PEOPLE :D reblogs appreciated

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

An Agreement

Tav finally gets tired of Raphael's meddling, and proposes a solution.

‘Must you torment me?’ Tav asked, her eyes adjusting in the darkness of the Elfsong to find Raphael perched at the end of her bed, watching her. He was silent and calm, unsurprised to find her awake.

‘You were tossing and turning,’ he said softly. ‘Bad dream?’

‘No.’ It was a lie, and he knew it.

‘Little mouse, why try to lie? You know I will just see right through it.’

‘Because I don’t confide in the likes of you,’ she hissed, suddenly incensed. ‘Bugger off. I need sleep.’

Raphael smirked, his eyes sweeping the otherwise empty room. ‘Everyone else is gone. That seems a little unusual for you, no?’

Her eyes widened and she sat up to check; he was right. ‘The hells did you do with them, Raphael?’ Her bright eyes narrowed to slits. She struggled out of the covers, grateful for her soft pyjamas, and stood. ‘I swear, if-’

‘Relax,’ he held up a hand, his tone indulgent. ‘Your little friends are safe. I’ve just…’ he waved a hand, ‘popped them into a pocket dimension for a little while. It’s been impossible to get you alone, you know. You’re always flanked by your faithful dogs. I do so much prefer cats.’

‘What do you want.’ It was flat. A statement, not a question. She wasn’t curious, just wanted him gone, and if he said his piece, well…

‘I must torment you,’ he said, eyes boring into hers. ‘Isn’t it love, to think of someone? Even if, as you are wont to do, you spit venom when you speak of me? Are you not bored?’ At this he stood, gripped her shoulders and glared down at her. ‘You could reach such greatness. But you will insist on doing the acceptable thing, the virtuous thing. You fear so much, your own darkness most of all. But I see it, little mouse. I see you. I do not flinch. But they would if they knew, wouldn’t they?’

‘No.’ She tried to extricate herself from his grip, but he was too strong. ‘I never forget what you are, Raphael. You can flounce around in your human guise all you like but you can’t fool me. You’re not kind, devil.’

He sighed, and changed. He gained about a foot in height, his wings filling her peripheral vision. ‘I won’t resort to cruelty, not with you. Come to dinner. To my House of Hope. Meet Haarlep. I’m sure you will get along famously. I don’t want to trick you. I don’t want to hurt you, far from it. Your pesky little companions are one thing, but you…’ he tilted his head. ‘You hold a fascination for me I have not felt since Hope herself.’

‘Pretty words. But I doubt they’re true.’

‘Please.’ Tav blinked. He sounded utterly sincere for once.

‘If I have dinner with you…’ You won’t leave me alone ever again.

‘I will do everything in my power to help you with your little problem,’ he said, tapping her on the forehead with a claw. ‘You have my word.’

‘And what’s a devil’s word worth?’

‘A devil’s word is law,’ he said seriously. ‘Of course.’

‘I want it in writing. You promise, and you sign it, and then I’ll consider it.’

He snapped his fingers, a quill and parchment materialising. ‘Let’s see. I the undersigned do solemnly swear upon my own treasures and the souls bound to me that-’

‘Swear on your own soul,’ she said bluntly. ‘You have one.’

Raphael watched her shrewdly, mouth quirking in what might have been the beginnings of a smile. He's impressed. ‘Very well. I swear upon my own soul to aid my darling little mouse in her quest to rid herself of the tadpole, and will not rest until it is completed and it has been removed so she is free to live her remaining years.  In return, she will accompany me to dinner in my House of Hope, and…’ he glanced at her again, ‘any other consensual meeting thereafter.’

‘Fine.’

He signed it and showed her the contract. She signed it, and it poofed away. ‘Stored safely, I assure you.’

‘Clever. If I want to amend it I have to come and see you.’

‘Is that such a hardship?’ he asked innocently. ‘I must have time to prepare. I will see you soon, you can be certain of that, little mouse.’

With that, he was gone, her companions restored to their beds. Tav retreated to her own. her gut tying itself into knots.

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[marchsfreakshow]

Gods And Monsters [Michael De Santa]

Smut; You're visiting Michael after his wife and kids move out. You're drunk though, and you want to kiss him. He wont let you do it drunk.

I truly am just, simpin for this middle aged man I swear, so, here's another fic for him.

Fem!Reader

Cover made by me

18+!! MINORS DNI. READ MY SFW WORKS

Warnings: alcohol references, Jimmy being Jimmy /j unbearble tension, PnV, teasing, praise, light choking. Crud smut writing.

Your perspective

Music blasted around me as I sat in the corner staring at my lonely phone. The iFruit was small in my hand, as the other hand held a cup of something. It was alcohol, that's all I needed. But, I was waiting for something on this phone. It was important.

Then it rang.

My desperation for a phone call made me answer it and scream "Hold on It's loud." As I ran outside, I heard Jimmy on the other end. "Jimmy. Dude. What?"

"Sorry if you're busy man, I'm just letting you know that I moved out of my dad's place with my mom and Tracey."

"Her choice or his?"

"uhhh, hers. I kinda did something."

In my tipsy stupor, I just giggled and stumbled as I carried on down the street. Not sure which way I was going, unfortunately, as I kept listening to Jimmy tell the tale of Michael going across a line. "Sooo, he's alone?"

"It's 1 am. Don't be weird." He sighed. "Listen, just come by soon okay dude? I have some games I want to show you."

"Fineee. Byeee!" The walk went quickly despite my tipsy state.

Michael's 'mansion' engaged my vision soon enough. A mansion? It looks like a normal richy house. Not like I know what that looks like. But I knocked on the door, multiple times, and loudly. "Michaelll!! I heard your wife moved out. I'm here to talk!"

Grumbles entered my ears and the glassy doors opened. "Y/N. It is...1 fucking am. What the fuck?" I giggled at the sight of him. He was in his boxers, some socks, and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes to see me properly. Cute old man. "Just, just come in.." He muttered as I walked in and closed the door behind me. The interior was still warm, beige...but warm and cosy for certain. I slouched onto the couch, throwing the blanket over me.

"Jimmy called me. Told me he, Amanda and Tracey moved out."

"he fucking told you?!"

I simply nodded.

"idiot." He kept on mumbling and then sat next to me. Still in his boxers. It was, charming to me. Being so comfortable with me he happily walked around half naked. The man looked in my direction when he stopped himself, sighing at me. "Do you need something?"

"Therapy."

"This whole fucking city does."

I giggled and sat up, looking over at him. "Michael?" He fixated on my eyes and looked like he was stopping himself from touching me. His hand lingered by the side of my face. But he pulled himself away and walked into the kitchen.

Disappointed, I followed him and threw my arms onto the tabletop. It was decently dark and cold. I wasn't sure why it was cold when I walked through a doorway, but it was. "Here. Drink it." I stared at the green, sludge-like drink in front of me. He almost stared me down as I made a face. I couldn't tell anything else about the drink that was placed by me, apart from the fact it was green. I knew it was. Amanda loved health and yoga and all that bullshit.

"Y/N. Drink."

"whyyy?" I asked innocently, grinning at him.

"You're at my door at 1 am. And you smell like whiskey. I can tell."

"is that so bad?"

"I can also tell what you want." His fingers gripped onto my chin, almost pulling me up to his eye level. His other hand held my waist since there was nowhere else to hold and not be weird. "But you know I'm not doing anything. Not while you're in this state anyway."

I felt so weak when he held me, even if it was a way to get me to drink something...His eyes held me captive. Again, I couldn't find anywhere else to look. There was just something there. We must have stayed like that for a while, one of my hands wrapped around his waist, and the other resting on the island in the kitchen. Our eye contact was intense, and my hesitation to drink the sludge disappeared when Michael let go of me.

Once I was let go, I looked at the drink, before screwing my eyes shut and gluping down the grainy drink. The texture was awful, and the taste was worse. But I got it down anyway. "Bleh.." I muttered, shaking my head quickly once I had downed the green drink.

"Good girl."

"What?"

"Good. Girl." He enunciated. 

My back against some type of wall, pillar whatever. His hands held me close. My arms around his shoulders for support. My powerless body sank below his. Who was going to break this tension and kiss who? I wanted to kiss him, make him know love. Show him love like none other. My eyes never looked away from his. They were locked, and staring at him. I almost felt like I was going to fall to my knees. "Sober yet angel?"

"I might just be..." We whispered to each other.

Hands suddenly moved, gripping hair, holding faces, unable to find another place to rest as we kissed. If Amanda walked in, I'd be pleased. I was kissing his neck, nibbling and licking at little spots so people could ask who they were from. "Couch, now.." Michael breathlessly mentioned, holding my face. Like a moth to a flame, I obeyed. I laid down before he picked me up, and sat me on his lap. We caught our breaths before my shirt was tugged off, and my trousers came off uncomfortably, but we were both there, kissing gentle spots on each other's bodies.

A flame doesn't usually grind and jerk up at the moth's movements and grips, but I could feel his hard-on and took advantage of the way it was hidden by his boxers. We kept going and Michael wriggled a bit, panting like a dog. His eyes flickered between mine and his bulge, he was deciding where to put his cock first. "Baby... fuck." The man moaned, resting his head on my shoulder. I took the opportunity and slipped his dick out of the boxers. His fingers held the small of my back, breathing heavily. A smooth hand movement started. I moved my hand up and down while the man I was jerking off couldn't even look at me.

Time passed. I had gone from just touching him with my hand, to making sure every inch of his dick had pre-cum and saliva over it. I glanced up at Michael. His head thrown back onto the couch, and still panting like a desperate dog. Seemed he had to edge himself from me touching his cock. The way he looked turned me on more, and he only slightly looked down when he realised I had stopped. "You're so cute, Mikey."

"Shut up..."

A grin made its way onto my face, and I eventually climbed back up onto his lap. "Mm, you're so cute. Whining and panting and moaning. All from me touching and sucking your cock."

"Feelin'...cocky huh?"

"What if I was?"

By this point, we were both breathing heavily. I was grinding on him again, close to fucking him and making him lose his mind. "I'm gonna make you lose your fuckin mind darlin'. "

He held me tight, and almost threw me onto the other side of the couch. My mind was blown at his sudden dominance, I couldn't say anything but stare wide-eyed at the man on top of me. His hand was lightly around my throat, my arms by my side. Anyone would call this cock-teasing because of how badly we both needed this. "Please, Michael. Please." Michael raised an eyebrow and smiled. He found me and had me in his little net for him to play with and stare at.

While I did feel like I was losing my mind, the waiting was unbearable. The cock tease. My doe-eyed stare turned into a dark, attempted seducing look. All Michael needed was a look, and he was fucking me. No holding back.

Fast.

Hard.

What I wanted. But, for a 50-something, I was so surprised in between my moans of how much stamina he had. Michael's promise rang true quickly. I felt brainless. My eyes were at the back of my head, hands gripping hard at the sofa, about to rip the corner of it. My moans, practically scream. "So... much, for cocky hm?" The man on top of me breathed. All I could muster was a nod as he slowed down a bit.

"Is my angel okay?"

"fuck..fuck yes, please.." I was brainless and breathless. Any confidence I had, shot out of me in a second. A chuckle escaped him, and we were back into it. He held every part of me that he was able to. I moaned his name, he occasionally moaned mine. I felt like I was going to come right there and then.

Michael turned me over, grabbed me again and made me stand up for a second before I was on top of him. Eyes stared me down as I rode him. His cock almost hit my cervix every time he thrusted up and I went down.

Slowing down.

Bruises left on my waist.

Panting.

Michael was close, and on my own, I felt like I had cummed more than twice. This man was intoxicating. His hands holding me, his look, the darkness of the sitting room adding to the ambience. "shit, Baby," I knew what he wanted.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. My face was in his neck, and I slammed myself down over and over. I rode him like I had never done it before. This time, I was drunk on his moans and whines. He whined like a sick puppy. He needed every part of me at the same time. He needed me, I needed him. The moth and flame almost mix together because of how badly they want each other.

How long had Michael been keeping this neediness in?

For too long.

We held each tight before I got off his cock, just as he came over himself. His stomach and chest had translucent cum over it.

Thinking quickly, I grabbed the blanket on the floor and gave it to him. The panting man took the hint and cleaned himself up, looking at me as I sat on the other side of the couch, just as naked as he was. "That was...nice I guess."

"you guess?" I remarked, as I picked up the blanket and cleaned myself wherever I needed to.

"What else am I supposed to say?"

"Thanks for the fuck baby, I really liked it and I don't feel so lonely anymore, wanna sleep here tonight? I'll sleep on the couch." I grinned teasingly. He rolled his eyes, but he smirked and handed me my trousers.

"Well, the first part is true at least," Michael mentioned when I got up. He gently wrapped his arms around my hips, placing a kiss on my cheek. "I will let you sleep here though."

"If I get your bed."

"fuck you."

"you just did." 

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

[lover-of-mine]

I SUCK at writing established relationships, but I keep seeing a vision of a scene where buddie just got together and they have their first separate shift so they end up not seeing each for however long (I can't decide if I want it to be a shorter shift just to add to the dramatics) and Eddie barely lets Buck put his stuff away before he's just clinging to him and Buck gets worried because he assumes something bad had happened and he starts fussing on instinct and Eddie just huffs and mumbles an "I just missed you" and Buck doesn't know how to react besides just being like "oh" because this is what being loved unconditionally feels like and I wanna write it but my brain WONT LET ME.

[clouds-by-me]

Warming and cooling feels

Characters ;; wriothesley, freminet, Lyney

warnings ;; none, just fluff

An | I’ve been having this idea for so long, kinda trying something new with the writing format

ok, but like imagine, Cyro and pyro vision holders giving you a massage after a long day. Like you get home(or to where ever they are) and you ask them to give you a massage, and it’ll feel even better since they have their vision to help them.

I just think that Wriothesley would know what he’s doing, but not really. He’ll know only like the basics about any kind of massage. He’s kinda confused on way you came to him for a massage but he’s happy nonetheless. So, As you lay on your stomach, and him sitting beside you, his hands will gently but firmly press into your back. Nothing plays in thee background as you rant on about your day, and he’ll listen, but also be heavily be concentrated on making the masa feel as good as possible. He’ll move hands hands based on your reactions, quickly reading you, and understanding what to do next.

We all know that Freminet is hella shy, and doesn’t really talk much. He’s like really nervous and stuttering after you ask him. I see him being actually really good at it, but everything you make a noise of any kind, he’ll be quick to shy away from you and ask if you’re ok. You’ll constantly have to ask him to do something, and remind him that you’re supposed to feel his hands and his vision. I can see, him sitting in a chair, and you’ll be in between his legs as he works on your shoulders. Once he relaxes, and realizes that he wont hurt you, he’ll get in this ‘state of peace’ were he’s doing great. It’ll be something like how he is when he goes scuba diving. He’s gonna feel likes he’s just absolutely floating, and you’ll feel good as well. Be the end of is, ou’ll be feeling brand new.

Lyney is super flirty, we all know that. So, while hes giving you the massage, he’ll be talking to you, saying something flirtatious every now and then. You’ll have your leg propped up into his lap, and his magical hands would work effortlessly as he works on you ankle and calf. Since he really knows how to set the mood, flowers will defiantly be scattered around randomly and the lights will be dim. Of course there’s still that calm music in the background that he’ll actually ask you sing to and i think that he’ll say something along the lines of ‘well don’t you looked so at peace under my touch’. The room is probably scented, and smells warm. He’s really proud at the fact that afterwards you feel good.

[helplessautomaton]

FROM THE BLOODY VALENTINE RHING CaN YOU DO PROMPTS 1 AND 6 FOR NIKOLAI PLLLLSSSSS

1 ("You know i wasn't lying when i said i'd kill for you") + 6 ("i love it when you scream and it's all because of me!")

SORRY I WENT OVERBOARD WITH THE GORE BUT LIKE- THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE EVEN THOUGH I WAS A LITTLE STUMPED AT TIMES

-WC 764 // valentines event tws, arms falling off, gore, kidnapping, Nikolai

Your head was pounding, your arms ached alongside your ankles. There was nausea while you tried to come to. As you tried to move your arms, you quickly noted they were tied, your legs the same way. Your breathing was quickening up in fear and confusion. You were supposed to be on a date, something normal and not kidnapped. The room was dim, but still lit, only barely seeing a few steps ahead. Giggling was close to you and your eyes started to widen, you were very familiar with it. You can't even remember how you met him. All you could remember was him taking a liking towards you. It was a wild ride from someone ordinary to a full on terrorist with a jumpy personality and you still did regret ever managing to become familiar to him. That first day of fear stayed with you the longer you unwillingly knew the man, Nikolai Gogol.

Sometimes he’d show up bloody, other times just regular old Nikolai, which to you, isn't saying much. It was fine as long as he did not cling to you, to which he didn't for a while. Forced to go with him whenever he wanted to hang out (which usually ended in someone spilling blood), truth be told it was fun at times even when the threat comments were sent your way. Nikolai once even pointed a gun to your head during one of these outings but pulled back and had a laughing fit over it. Those days always ended in the same process, promising to someday kill you, and overtime you never took them seriously as you should’ve. Sure at first you were on high alert but afterwards, for the 17th time, you chilled back. 

Maybe you still should’ve been on high alert as he kept getting more and more clingy, but you grew to appreciate his company at that time. Now as you’re tied down in an uncomfortable position you face the man once again, his giggling getting even closer until you could feel his warm breath on your neck. “Happy valentines~! I wanted to spend time with only you but it seems you had other plans so I had to do something about that!” 

Your fists clenched, tearing the skin off and making you bleed while the rest of your body was trembling. Nikolai seemed to find special enjoyment out of this reaction, he finally jumped to see the front of your face. “Aweee don't worry my dove!, I wont do anything to you, physically.”

His eyes slimmed while his grin grew bigger, letting out a few more giggles. The only light allowing you to see was shut off then quickly turned on again, in the middle another soul meeting the same fate as you. But you knew well it was your date and it was only gonna end in them getting gored.  “You know~ i wasn't lying when i’d said kill you but i also wasn't lying when i said i would kill anyone for you!” 

While you knew what was gonna happen, your mouth was open along with your eyes in fear, you couldn't help but start pleading. Your pleads were only laughed at while Nikolai got closer to what was supposed to be your date. “Since today is special, you won't have to bear him being awake for this, but know there won't be another time like this”

The cheery tone only worsened your emotional state, everything was getting hazy with tears streaming down your face. It happened quickly, your date started with two arms now they had one, their cut arm falling sloppily on the ground. With another swing, they were left with no arms, and you couldn't help but scream while more tears clogged up your vision. The blood slapping against the floor was a horrible sound to listen to.

“I love it when you scream and it's all because of me! My little songbird.”

You were so lightheaded, nothing felt real, your ears were ringing and your throat was stinging in pain while your pleads were left to nothing. You were sure the end product was just left to bones and flesh barely sticking on it, the fogginess of your tears blocking the sight. Your hands finally met up with your arms, being untied by Nikolai, only to be spread apart and given something. The blood flowed down your hands into your lap, still faintly beating before coming to a stop. Nikolai gently grabbed the back of your hands with the heart still in your palms, smiling maniacally, “Happy Valentine's dove!~”

[luminique]

looking through the lighter tag at the end of the day and your posts are there 😭 I am fed I am happy

HAVE YOU SEEN THAT OFFICIAL STORY ART OF LIGHTER (DONT!!!! READ AHEAD IF YOU HAVENT AND DONT WANT MINOR SPOILERS !!!!) ooohh my god. not to yearn on main but imagine him letting you help him bandage him up or him softly watching you trace your hand along his scars. If you ask he'll probably tell you where he got them but he doesn't wanna make you uncomfortable by just straight up telling you GAH I LOVE HIM

I keep thinking about how he's the one of newest sons of calydon members and the whole idea around being friends since before he had joined them and just . ouugh. And maybe you join him (and he will literally never forget it even though he wont mention how much that means to him)

Something something being the mechanic to his biker . I can't spell it out I had a mokent of clarity and got embarrassed about all this but I'm NOT TURNING ANON ON AGAIN!!!! I want to talk about him so badly he's such a loser (/pos)

he’d definitely not tell you straight up from what we’ve seen in the story currently. he lightly dances around the topic, maybe thinking it might push you away from him. who would love someone who’s covered in scars? but the moment you show even more interest and care, it softens him so much.

ALSO since i just finished the quest, he says at the end that we’re (proxy/mc) the only ones that remember him. like i literally did this whole event FOR YOU !! and if the SoC ever ask about you two, he’d get flustered when you’d start talking about your friendship with him. you’re mentioning some embarrassing moments and he just clears his throat and gets up, saying that he needs to get more nitro-fuel (there’s still a lot left). seeing you talk to the girls from afar, reminded him of when he first met you. he was beat up, bruised, earning titles for himself, people would never voluntarily go up to him without the intent of starting a fight. and yet you did, bearing no ill intent and only pure interest in wanting to know him.

for the last one, OUGSHSGSKDG i genuinely have like a thing for machinery (robot men i love) but i never see it through because i fear i am not a mechanic/engineer. definitely will try to write a long proper post for it so maybe in the future (maybe after his release?). BUT THE VISION !! I SEE IT !!

[alexanderlightweight]

*Wednesday is subjective and can last up to 36 hours due to insomnia. Wednesday starts on Wednesday and ends when the author passes out sometime later.

The Rules + Notes

Only Malec prompts accepted

It’s okay to prompt another chapter for an existing fic, even the oneshots. There is a chance i won’t be able to or want to fill it, but i’m always willing to consider. Just be polite.

I write a lot of dark stuff, so feel free to specify if you want to avoid something or want something specific.

I really do enjoy just the fun of building a fic from a single word, but I’m also happy to try and tackle any longer and more complex prompts. 

If your prompt isn’t filled the week it’s sent it, I’m still going to write it. I always respond to an ask to explain why I won’t fill it if I’m not going to.

If I can’t/wont fill a prompt, I’ll post it and explain and say it’s okay to send another.

prompts are only open on writing wednesdays or if i specify otherwise (this was changed because of how many prompts i get easy wednesday and thats the specific prompt day)

feel free to ask me if i've got your prompt but please know it sometimes takes time to get to all of them and I write verses based on the mood I’m in

I don’t post all of my fic fills to ao3 but I do try to do about half of them. Posting takes a lot of spoons and I generally end up adding more to the fics when I post them so it takes a bit.

I want it very clear that I do this because it’s fun and healthy for me and everyone who prompts is super sweet and I don’t do it to get feedback from prompters (but I always enjoy it)! It's really just worth it to me for the expression of shared art. Because I wouldn’t write half of the fun stories I love creating and exploring without the prompts from others to tickle my thoughts.

However, my partner and I are very protective about my mental health and I have social anxiety to the degree that I sometimes still need my handheld after strangers talk to me so I don't go rolling into a blanketball and scream.

If you are rude, I will sic my boyfriend @saeths (who is an asshole) on you and they will happily come down like a blistering gust of burning wind from an out of control wildfire. Seriously, they think it’s fun to fuck with people and they’re very protective. {i have npd and a lack of acceptable targets -saeth}

They would enjoy it, except the part where it made me upset. 

So don’t make me upset and I won’t set saeth on anyone.

Also saeth and i tend to flirt in posts on our blogs back and forth. so if you don’t want to see that because you’re here for fics and want to avoid it the tag is always ‘saeth & kitten’

- Lumine

The Author likes to write

darkly!soft romance

magical realism & magical flora and fauna 

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat (3DNE)

Magnus/Cat/Ragnor friendship 

Exploring the eldritch and angelic natures of nephilim and the fallen divinity of greater demons

Alec’s Institute and shadowhunters being competent 

creature!character fics

soulmates

The Author won't write

non-con/rape

cheating

major character death

hurt no comfort

sad endings

any main pairing besides malec

mpreg/kidfic

camille centric fics

non-magical mundane/shadowhunters inverted au’s

Verse List (under cut)

this eldritch delight – soft-horror malec (Alec is the Trueblood heir, Addams Inspired) 

star eater – sentient!shadow Alec Trueblood au 

the agony of living – chronic!pain alec

Elysiums Tears – Alec is cursed with visions of the future(s)

all your cracks I’ll paint gold – deruned Alec 

the bonds i'd break – all your cracks i'll paint gold au

in his wake, petals fall – Alec loves flowers and Magnus loves indulging him 

cider verse – Alec and Magnus are in a secret relationship since before canon 

pray to the hunters – Alec worships dead shadowhunters instead of Raziel 

the price of lust – Manipulative dark Magnus 

a stolen blade – assassin!alec au soulmates

dressed to kill – mob!wife Alec

flames of triumph – Phoenix Magnus & unicorn Alec 

ripples of magic – Sentient Institute & wards

in the light of the night – Alec hunts circle members to feed the angelic core 

the core of me belongs to you – Alec is the institute 

rituals & souls – Magnus summons an alec for himself after meeting the possibility of him 

to find, to yield – power imbalance, dominion magic

the frost of fury – competent Alec takes no shit in his institute

to break with fate – the circle wins 

all my fears forgotten – alec has amnesia 

like real people do – dragon!alec 

saint & sinners – shadowhunter!magnus & mentor/mentee

hoarfrost kiss on lips aflame – nephilim are more eldritch than mundane and it presents in the most chilling of ways

heartbeat like fire – sentinel!magnus & guide!alec 

spoils of war – Alec is a political hostage disguised as a groom 

devotion across worlds – Alec Trueblood (sentient shadows) is summoned to another universe and mistaken as an angel

marriage of inconvenience – Magnus marries Alec to save him from marrying Clary 

running from my dreams – alec has to work through past trauma when the Institute is poisoned 

walls of adoration, claws of desperation – Magnus and Alec are pre-canon secret relationship. alec is older in this fic, he's 7 years older than izzy and was raised by trueblood grandparents

bleed for desire – Magnus is king of the east coast and happily steps in to take care of newly born vampire Alec 

art of obsession – au of bleed for desire (instead alec ends up falling into Edom and Magnus decides to keep him there for a bit and go on vacation for a bit)  

your heart is full of jewels – alec is mistaken by mundanes as a sugar baby

an extension of you – alec is known as belonging to magnus' and that means something for downworlders

not all that glitters is gold – dragon!magnus with a lot of kink and monsterfucking

for you the world will burn – maryse isn't a good person, but she is a good mother and that is sometimes the more dangerous combinations

finders keepers – alec ends up in another universe and that magnus decides to keep him

feral sweetness, like honeycomb – incompetent shadowhunter and Alec deals with them and Magnus is there watching *its how they meet

soulfire – magnus summons another magnus bane to help him save his soulmate. magnus/alec/magnus

flames so cold they shatter – alec gets the lightwood family gift and remains the lightwood heir... and the only lightwood left

to tremble from your gaze – BDSM verse, dom!magnus and sub!alec

the craft of adoration– alec manipulates his way into magnus' arms

the most fragile of poisons – magnus pretends to be a damsel in distress, aka enjoying overprotective alec

undertow – kelpie!alec au with accidental courtship and BDSM

the treasure of kings – alec and magnus aren't impressed to find that lilith's son takes after his mother (aka wants to bang a lightwood)

the same sky – malec time travel to back a few years before canon, both of them

a warlock's hoard – a/b/o universe, omega/omega malec

to be or knot to be – a/b/o universe, alpha/alpha malec (look it was punny, i couldn't knot use it)

the worth of a life – asmodeus asks for the parabatai bond instead of magnus' magic to save jace

the desecration of souls – lilith has a claim to alec as her son thanks to valentine's experiments

the bonds i'd break – au of 'all your cracks i'll paint gold' where alec takes a chance and steal leaves nephilim/shadowhunter society but keeps his runes

guided by my unchained heart – alec resigns from the institute when jace is made hoti and goes to magnus

the taste of his magic – dragon!alec and magnus (he can shift into a cat) meet because alec can't keep his claws off of magnus' garden

(i'm trying to add some stuff but saeth will come back and fix it!)

[raveneira]

I just don't get why Ikemoto is drawing AND writing at the same time..... Like it would've been better if Kodachi stayed and wrote the story, Or Kishimoto continues it (which btw he wants vacation lol). Kodachi/Kishi wrote the better story and they had the vision, on the other hand, Ike's writing is literally a fanfiction lol.

Btw, do you think we still have hope for KawaSara, cuz it's looking too rough now? Don't get me wrong, I still ship it, but Idk what to expect lol....

Yeah, whats worse is its not even Ikemoto's fanfiction, he's literally taking actual fanfic/fan theories and makin em canon, and you cant even say its impossible because in the interview he literally gets off track from answering a question to address complaints he was seeing online to defend himself 😭 so this man DOES look at fandom feedback, so theres no way you can say its totally a coincidence that so many fan theories became canon EXACTLY as they predicted it, theres just no way.

Once or twice you could say that it was a fluke, but this is way more times than one, and the fact that he pretty much confirmed that regardless of fans justified complaints about certain things he will ignore them because 'he likes it that way' so ppl will just have to deal with it.

Meaning having any hope of him taking any of the valid criticism to improve is gone, whatever he likes is what hes gonna do, even if it goes against what even Kishimoto himself wants/wanted because it is HIS story now and Kishimoto has no intention on intervening since hes happy spending time with his family now and isnt ready to let that time go again yet, which is understandable and I hope he takes as long a break as he wants or needs, I just hate that his legacy is being tarnished in the meantime because greedy higher ups WOULDNT let the series die and Kishimoto get a break like he asked for.

The story really did peak under Kishimoto and Kodachi's writing direction, the second the story shifted entirely in IKEMOTOS direction you saw the quality DROP and the story become a directionless convoluted inconsistent mess.

As for if I still have hope for KawaSara...to be honest I dont know anymore, the reveal that Ikemoto is 100% writing and that Kishimoto himself doesnt even know where the story is headed anymore and is just as much a reader as the rest of us, and even if he does give input, he lets Ikemoto have the final say, has gotten me unsure of what to expect anymore.

Under Kishimoto and Kodachi's writing they were pretty strongly hinting at building more on Kawaki and Sarada's relationship, his bond with team 7, to really drive home his betrayal later so that it'd have some real weight and impact from all their build up. So the potential for KawaSara was very high from what they were setting up.

But Ikemoto? yea I dunno what to expect from him, but if where the story direction changed is anything to go by [which Ikemoto confirms was all his doing and its a completely different direction than the one Kishimoto and Kodachi had planned] its safe to say hes tryna push bsa, either that or troll like a mf just to keep those viewers engaged since this manga is tanking more and more every chapter and the biggest supporters are shippers who just wanna see Boruto and Sarada get together for eugenics.

I wont say KawaSara has lost yet or that its hopeless, the ship hasnt been definitively killed off yet, theres still a possibility this is just another NS situation, teasing what the ppl want just to keep em readin till the very end where he finally says alright now for the real endgame once he no longer has anything to lose by pissing off bsa lol

Even if Im unsure about KawaSara at this point in time, Im still fairly confident in BoruSumi even tho alot of ppl have written her off just cuz she doesnt have a hug scene [NH doesnt either anywhere in the manga but NS does] or a reckless attempt at saving the other [according to KK Sarada and Boruto both would've died if not for the other shinobi arriving when they did so she didnt even save him fr so this argument is invalid]

They also downplay her feelings just because shes more reserved and rational than Sarada, which is kinda the point of opposites attracting and balancing eachother out [Minato being the quiet calm level headed one while Kushina is hot headed and loud] whereas Sarada and Boruto are both portrayed as hotheaded rebels apparently, their kinda the same person atp but thats another topic for another day.

Point is KawaSara is up in the air, but BoruSumi shouldnt be counted out yet, lack of screentime and interaction didnt mean jack shit for NaruHina, SaiIno, or ChoKarui, so lets not pretend its the ship killer for BoruSumi.

Lets also not pretend that SS didnt also go through one hell of a rough patch cuz they did, and they still became canon in the end, so again lets not pretend these things are ship killers alright because they aint, the real meat of the story hasnt happened yet, and Kawaki is supposed to be getting more development soon so lets see how that goes and who its with first and judge further from there.

[obsolete-stars-if]

Happy Anniversary

I know I'm late.... like over a month. LISTEN, it just slipped my mind. but to celebrate, how about a side snippet. The original anniversary is like, uhh 28th of May, but like.... it's only 1st July. gimme a break.

ANYWAY, i have been meaning to write this for some time now. But before chapter 8 came out, i couldnt and pushed it back a lot. and i finally had the motivation to do so. the next demon fight wont take me another year, so dw its not gonna be another anniversary snippet again.

So like... Mikhails POV of his fight. 1143 words, about 5min read time

“Mika..”, his voice sounds like it is about to break. It snaps you out of your frozen state. You haven’t seen him like this often, or before at all. "Are you abandoning General Vi? If you do now, her life shared with you is meaningless. Those who died for you, are meaningless. You will go out there and defeat the monster." Anyone else might have thought of it as an accusation. But you understand the meaning.

Save those who love you. Be good, defend your family, for they will die for you. It has always been like that. Your soldiers became your siblings at heart, the General as your father, General Vi has been a mother to you. Your kingdom was the home to protect, to make room to let all your family members spread their wings. As they deserve, and you’re turning your back on them. You really try to run away from them, the people who will die for you. Who love you more than any blood could offer. Who listened to your woes, celebrated your victories, and loved you in ways you never knew possible.  It is not an accusation, but a plea, from father to son. "You are not a soldier anymore, but you are their sibling, and you will defend your family." You know this all too well. You’re afraid your voice breaks if you speak, so you offer a nod.

He pulls you aside one last time before you return, he kneels to your height, and the folds that have scarred his face to nothing but anger and rage, turn into worry, it is way too much like…  “Do you remember my first battle?” Your voice is barely above a whisper. He nods, “Saving you, it is haunting.” His hand travels to your hair, and he takes a strand and pushes it behind your ear, “But I do not regret it.” “Isko…” His name feels foreign in your mouth. “Now it is my turn to save you.” Isko lets out a soft breath, “You already have, my child.”

The fall back into the line is shocking, it feels like nature, being told where to stand, how to arrange yourself, get your weapon, and scan the fields. You never wanted to bring the war back home, you would smile through the pain, just to see your family, your people, happy for your return. And now you brought the war here. You wish you had flashes of those who died to your blade. But it has been too many to bother your mind.  You can’t have Adam in this mess, nor your siblings, let alone your spouse, you gave all up, swore to protect and submit to them, and you are the very thing threatening you.

The sound of the soldiers arriving travels not by air, but through the ground. It is just a show, you know it is, practiced movement, synchronized. And while it may strike fear into your people, watching them hide away, it has long lost its charm. What is training worth if you can’t bear to kill at the end of the day? When you stop right before you kill again, and the face of another young child clears in your vision, you decide that you cannot do this again. What was so special about the kid? Trying to recall their face is impossible, yet it feels so clear. And a whisper in the air reminds you, that you gave up on being a monster.

You dare to take a steadying breath. You’re not afraid, you haven’t been in years. The soldiers are children, you realize by nothing but their height. And the leader amongst them all, they stand at your height. Is that truly what it means to protect your family? To kill those who you’re stealing from. You don’t know. 

The sky is clear, the sun shining down on your skin, hot, burning you alive. This is nothing like the winters you spend up north. Those behind you stir when they realize what you already have. Children soldiers. And when you cross glances with it, it is the visage of those you ended. You cannot let your heart ache, as much as it desires to, it is not about want, but need. You need to protect those you love.

You push ahead, it does not matter if you know their faces or not, for they have already died before. They can die again, die an amount you cannot count, if it means protecting those you love, you would not trade a world in which you were not a soldier.  In which you stayed home, and not became siblings with every person your blood rules over. You must serve your people. Your family.

You only stop at the leader, steadying your sword, and you watch it take the helmet off. His hair falls below his shoulder blades, hair a rich brown, and eyes much too like Isko, much too like your own.  Never have you seen him before, but it is like a mirror, to who you are, who could’ve been, or maybe what you avoided. He takes his time watching your face, drinking in how you became frozen. 

“What a poor replacement,” his voice is like silk, “You killed me for this?” “I have not,” You answer. But he is unfazed by you.  “You killed me.” He repeats, “You killed the memory by claiming it. You took all these children and denied them a future. You claimed parents, children, lovers, and friends, in the name of your parents, siblings, lovers, and friends. Not only did you destroy their family by fire and your blade, but so did you destroy your family.”

Lies, these must all be lies.

“You couldn’t even die for your family. Truly, a pitiful imitation.” But you did not mean to die for them, you just needed the agony to stop, the nightmares, the faces, the pain in your heart when you saw your sibling's corpses, felt their light leave their eyes as you continued to force magic into their body, as you tried to save them. You meant to save them. Save your family. And one day, you knew, you could only save them from this pain if you stopped.

“I am the only one to judge you by the blood running through my veins. Which you so desperately tried to copy, and you may steal my place, my appearance, but Isko only had one child.” He lifts his sword, “You have committed crimes of blood, Mikhail, your own, the one on your blade, and the one you tried to claim. The Gods have sent me to judge you. And I have found you guilty on all accounts.”

[CHOICE]

→ [“May you no longer betray blood, family, and love.”] → [“I have never betrayed my blood, family, or love.”]

[solosolace]

Drarry? Severitus? Random tropes and canon?

Severitus- The Dursley are scared that harry might lose it again after what he did with Marge and no amount of convincing from Dumbledore is going to change their minds. So he gets Snape to take him in. He may or may not had no choice.

Drarry- Draco will get a redemption arc because he is still a git. The romance part wont be until the end of 4th year or 5th year. They will be friends first.

WolfStarPrince- I like this ship. Planning on making it a gradual thing because I refuse to Obliviate the hatred. Sirius lets Snape live in the Grimmauld Place because he's taking care of Harry. Remus is helping Sirius get better and is the referee. (Ideas are welcome)

Werewolf! Harry- Harry gets bit by Remus during the full moon, he's in denial. I always thought it was weird no one got hurt when Remus forgot his potion so I changed it so now Remus will never think to forget his potion not just because harry as to take some too but because he is consumed with guilt about what he did to him.

Veela! Draco- You can not tell me the Malfoys didn't have Veela in them. Abraxas Malfoy is half in my fic but married a full Veela. Most Malfoy are half or less, They don't like people to know because even though Veelas are valued and such they are still creatures and that ruins their Pure Blood image.

Werewolf! Draco- Voldys fault. Lucius was suspected a traitor (he wasn't but is now because really) so Voldemort got Greyback to bite Draco where the dark mark was going to be. This happens before 5th year starts and only happens because Lucius didn't realize Voldemort was lying. (Said he just wanted to see who his new followers would be) Now the Malfoys can hold onto their views because Lucius is a lot of thing but he isn't going to get rid of his son(I think)

Voldemort finds out Harry is a Horcrux- I want to make him go more insane. He still hates and want to kill Harry but now he's trying to find a way to do that without hurting his soul. Since no one has ever made a human Horcrux because he can't look for information on subject but he can test on himself. Cue nightmares and visions. And some very messed up Voldemort giving up and just trying to kill Harry soul and all.

Harry has trauma- I wanted harry to realize what the Dursley did was bad (Not fanon things like beatings and SA but the starvation and locking up, the isolation) that he's safe now even if he can't fully trust the adult around him. He steals food and hoards it, He'll hide in corners and small spaces but panic in other. Mostly I'm writing how I reacted when I left a my relatives place because I was treated very similar to how Harry was.

Now important things I will not add so when I post the fic you know its not there-

Bashing- I don't like some the stuff Dumbledore did but if I'm going to hate him its for stuff he did and the Weasley are family and I love them.

Lordships- I think its kind of pointless.

Odd wizard language not in the books- I cringe when I read them I will not write it. Ex. So mote it be, On my magic, etc, etc.

Soft! Snape- God help those who think Snape is a kind gentle soul, He will be a strict parental figure who shows care in a questionable fashion, not a Molly Weasley 2.0

[spottedleaf64]

Now I must know about ur oc please what's her lore👀

Yippie yippie!!! Ive been waiting for this day forever!!!!!! So she actually became leader of her clan so shes technically Smokestar but it never stuck to me, shes smokefur forever.

Basically she was a really good warrior when she was younger with a pretty idyllic life. She was kind of dating the cat who would be leader (Blazingfeather) but at the beginning it was kind of a will they wont they thing. That changed however when her younger brother Ripplepelt died tragically, he was a medecine cat and very popular so it was a pretty big blow for the whole clan.

Anyways Blazingfeather helped her through her grief and they fell in love, he took up the position of leader and soon she was his deputy (because shes a smooth talker and just genuinely good at her job) and pregnant with his kits.

But then her cat husband dies TOO, Im a little unsure of how but maybe black cough? He had like all his lives so it hit him REALLY hard. Anyways now she's leader, with one kit and a whole lot of issues.

She makes her brother Silverback her deputy but soon finds out that hes been seeing a kittypet behind her back. She feels hurt by this and their relationship never really fully recovers, she gets into a fight with said kittypet and trounces her completely, but this makes Silverback very mad. They have a huge fight and eventually she agrees to let her join but if she's a dead weight she's out.

While all this is going down, she also has issues with her friend Amberwing's mate. (Smokefur is Riverclan and Amberwing is Thunderclan) Smokefur hates him and to be fair he is kind of an asshole.

One night though, there's a fire in the Thunderclan camp and she rushes there for her friend, when she sees that Amberwing is safe, but her kits are not, she rushes in after the kits. However she doesn't return them, partially because she hates Amberwing's mate and thinks that he'd make a terrible father and partially because she feels personally responsible for them now which means that she needs to keep watch over them.

Amberwing, obviously, does not like this, so they have a huge falling out and now Smokestar has like, no support at all. At this point she's kind of delerious and has begun seeing visions of the dark forest, which terrify her.

Her ability to lead becomes worse and worse as she deteriorates further both mentally and physically, however there's not much others can do because her influence is just that well built also its kind of difficult to tell Starclan to choose another Guy for leader.

Her brother, Silverback tries to care for her until the end but she rejects him and eventually dies, posioned by her medecine cat Missingflower.

Ok that was alot and there are probably alot of details that I missed but I need to go to bed now because I have a 2 hour test tomorrow lol

Anyways TGANK YOU FOR ASKING!!! Honeslty she has just been living inside my head for so long it feels kind of difficult to write her down lol

Edit I just relaized I forgot about the reincarnations. Oh god the reincarnations

[stevie-petey]

My theory for the end of season five is that Steve will die ( probably protecting Nancy) and Nancy will " realize" how much she loves him and it'll be like he was her "true love". I'm not sure if she'll stay with Jonathan after that or not, it may end like how stancy did before with Nancy overcome with grief and guilt so much so that it drives the two of them apart. I'm not sure about the rest of the party. I don't think will is gonna die but I think El is gonna end up sacrificing herself to end vecna. It's gonna be will and El but El takes the leap to put an end to it all.

As for come home if Steve does die, why wouldn't bug die with him? You know damn well she'd refuse to leave him wherever he is. It's already been foreshadowed that she WILL die to protect her loved ones. She will throw herself in front of any danger without a second thought. I really can't see Steve leaving bug for Nancy, or bug just letting Steve go. I mean she would for his sake, but it would confirm every insecurity she felt before they got together.

I really can't see Steve and Nancy or Jon and bug getting back together. If Steve were to die and bug were to survive I think she'd dedicate herself to science to prevent anything like this happening ever again in Steve's honor. Even if she were to date again or marry no one could replace steve, or ever come above him. I think Jon and Nancy might stay together like it's more like a sense of duty to one another. After everything they've been through, they're all they have left, they have to look after one another.

i honestly dont know what i plan on doing in case the duffer bros completely fuck up season 5. you make a lot of good points but ultimately until i finish seasons 3-4 i cant really say what id do for bug ? i know where i want her to end up, but often my vision changes as i write !

and this also is hard in general since we dont have season 5 and wont for a whiiiiile. i dont want to kill bug off per say, but if i have to i will, and i also dont want to just hand her off to jon either. i think if the situation calls for it, with specific circumstances, then i will do what i think is best !!! tis all up in the air really

to sum up: i will honestly just go with what the vibes for season 5 are tbh

[kekiiro]

2024 Recap post. Uhm, it's kinda basically the same as what I wrote up for newgrounds too. So sorry if you see that post first? I just wanna ramble a little bit about the year.

Before getting super into it, here's my art summary for the year.

I tried some things and learned a bit? So I think I improved a fair bit. Lol. The month of April does not exist. Do not look deep into it.

I'll put the rest of the rambles below this.

2024 was kind of a weird fucking year? In so far as it sucked. This year sucked so unbelievably much. But there was a lot of good too! Haha. It balances out, maybe. I got to see some friends in Philly again this year, that was nice. I hope it can happen again the future, but maybe not. Who knows? I am glad I got to see them again; it was fun.

I only have two resolutions that I'm really willing to share with others. I want to get better at speaking with others. In a meaningful manner, at least. I struggle to actually talk, I feel like the things I say don't make sense often? Or I vomit words. Not very ideal, lol. The second one, I need to become ok with sharing my art and writing more. Stop holding things so close to my chest, maybe. I wont improve if I don't share more often. On improvement, my art has gotten better this year. At least, compared to last year. I need to keep pushing and start making pieces with more complicated backgrounds and larger groups of people. It's kind of silly, but I think the Lancer game I'm in with my friends is encouraging me to do that. We'll see, lol. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Not going to dwell on this super long, because it sucks. There wasn't a really good way for me to write about it more in detail that didn't make me wildly uncomfortable (or read a certain way, frankly.) The second half of this year has been difficult to say the absolute least. it's made it hard for me to want to stick around and do things with others. Or anything, for that matter. I'm getting out of that mind, I think. My epilepsy has been getting worse as time goes on and that certainly has not helped. Like, lol. I've been spending more time at the doctors, and it's for something I need but it's exhausting frankly. And expensive. I hate it. But I enjoy being able to function.

I also lost half my vision, this has decidedly been a nightmare but what I can do about it at this point? I've been getting used to it. Not much else to do other than that. On a sillier note, I've been pirate-maxxing the past few months because of it. Here's a visual aid for those who need one.

Things will be fine in the end, and I am certain of this. I'm lucky, because I have friends who tolerate (most) of my evil plans and schemes. I am insanely thankful for everyone around me. In spite of it all, I am looking forward to 2025!! Things may be difficult, but next year will be good. Even if I have to blow the sun up or something like that. It will be good! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° I hope the new year is kind to everyone. ´･ᴗ･` Thank you guys, and sorry for the massive ramble.

[venomsrealgf]

♡!Introduction!♡

Hello everyone! I never really made a proper introduction before, or made my boundaries clear when it comes to requests ect! So I thought considering I've posted a few fics already maybe now would be a good time haha. My name is Mio! I go by She/her and im a raging bisexual fr. I am 18+ therefore I do not want minors to interact with my NSFW works that i may do in the future. Interacting with SFW fics is completely fine for teens up. I do not mind if you wanna message me about anything, feel free! I enjoy making new friends and especially friends who r into writing :) Now when it comes to requests I will go over my boundaries and rules! ALSO MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! SHOOT ME A DM OR ASK!! <3 What I will do: - SFW, Fluff - Light NSFW / Heavy NSFW - Angst / Heavy Angst - F/M, F/F, GN/M, GN/F - Any touchy subject (TW below) (example: SH) - Usage of drugs/alcohol ect. - Gore, ( I am comfortable with heavy Gore) What I wont do: - SA / Rape - Incest - Underage - I will not age up any character to make NSFW out of them, only if they have a canon adult version. - Other yucky stuff - I am not comfortable writing about male/male NSFW since I am a female and feel like I would butcher it up badly. SFW I can do slightly.

- What Games I know and will write for: - Overwatch - League of Legends - Valorant (not 100% familiar but will still write for) - Baldurs Gate 3 - Dead by Daylight (PLEASE) - Lethal Company - Genshin Impact (Not too familiar since i havent played alot in a while, but hot men so.) - IF YOU DONT SEE A GAME YOU KNOW ASK ME!!!! maybe i will know it just forgot to add!

- What Shows/Movies I know and will write for: - Marvel - Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss - Demon Slayer - Avatar (2009 and Way of water) - Arcane - Transformers Prime / Bayverse / Rescue Bots - Sonic Boom / Sonic Movies. (shadow my love) - TMNT Bayverse (never written before but its fine!) - How to Train your Dragon ( I LOVE HICCUP) About fanfics of Content Creators: I am kind of meh about writing fanfictions of CCs. I also please ask you to request with a clear vision in your mind since I am a perfectionist lowkey and It starts bothering me if someone who requests doesn't have a clear plot. (A request i have trouble with: Can you write (character) with Reader? You can figure out a plot!) (A request I don't have trouble with: Could you write a fic where (character) and Reader spend a nice day out for their anniversary and they do lots of stuff together, and then they end up home ect. ect.) Okay I've never written this much before or used this much time on a fucking introduction before but oh well!!!