#[ thank you again so much for this Nonny! have an incredible weekend <3 <3 <3 ]

[solarisgod]

hi! your writings are so stunning! i'd love to know some of your favourite lines that you've written with micah / the starwake system. ❤️

Hiya! Thank you most kindly for your appreciation! ;w; There's so many jdngjnlgs but we'll provide ten pieces that gets me going over the moon and stars! 💖✨💖✨💖✨

 ✧ [ FROM PHOEBUS' POINT OF VIEW ] : i hold them close and we are not alone. philos and phobos finds us as so does mike and mimi, and then aphistophele and cryael. more stars join us in the warm embrace before we make the brightest system that means love and love and love— the starwake system.

 ✧ it is terrifying how much love micah can give without flinching or hesitating. in this universe, cruelty is eternal while it have ugly teeth with sharp claws as many as the stars and galaxies, undyingly consuming. though, so is love, does micah think. in every universe, micah always believe, love is forever and more.

 ✧ silence lives long and heartfelt in micah who reflects on given solace with their focus on own shaky hands, held down by their eternal phantom pain and haunting past. one will say that everything have a reason to occur or there is a meaning behind it all. yet, they can not concur with such thoughts that are more self killing than assuring. ( GOD WILL SAY: THERE ARE ALWAYS GOOD INTENTIONS IN EVERY CHOICES. BUT WHERE ARE MY PURPOSES IN MY CHILDHOOD GORES AND UPHEAVALS? MEANINGS IN MY ACHES AND AGONIES? THERE IS NOTHING IN THE BURNING. I AM NOTHING BUT FAINT SHADOW AND BLOOD AND SHATTERED REFLECTION. HOW I WANT TO BE REAL ▬▬ I MOST WANT TO BE LOVED AND BE LOVING. IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK? DOES MY ENDURANCE FRIGHTEN YOU, GOD? )

 ✧ WHEN GOD SAYS LET THERE BE LIGHT, the Universe could never figure what eventually brought forth was a constellation who have infinite light in them, each star born at certain points across their cluster's lifetime, bearing a different tale that ends with them being placed in the system. Some stars were made in love and passion, some in hatred and dread, and the rest simply came to be. There are stars that are dim, stars that are bright, and there is the burning brightest. Those who are all shining, most burning of them all, they are the ones who will often take control of their body. ( In greatest light, there was Mimi, there was Mike. There is Micah, love. )  ☇ [ BONUS ADDITION ] : None of this is real, says the World to the Starwake System. All of you are never real. / WE ARE HERE! SAYS THE ALL WAKING STARS. WE ARE ALWAYS REAL! / ( THERE IS LIGHT, THEN THERE IS THEM, GODLESS AND FREE. )

 ✧ Chaos consuming cosmos , the world looks away with the sun ⅋ moon . Though even as blood spilled ⅋ self breaking , acceptance is only given from Micah who lets Warlock love them in its own animalistic ways with claw slits ⅋ teeth marks . ( YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO SAY I LOVE YOU WITHOUT WANTING TO TEAR ME APART ⅋ DEVOUR ME ALL ⅋ I AM TELLING YOU THAT IS MORE THAN OKAY / MEANING : I LOVE YOU BACK , FOREVER . )

 ✧ There are times across their life when people see them ─ call them ─ as foolish in believing they are a star , yet , it is not only a belief that they have carried since their beginning , but it is the most special part of themself that allow them to survive everything ─ ( MY SOUL SHATTERS FOR ITS PIECES TO TRY TO FIND ANY PLACE ON EARTH TO BELONG / OUR MIND SHATTERS SO WE CAN CALL EACH OTHER A PIECE OF OUR HOME . )

 ✧ a head is strongly shaken, over and over, before these eyes string deep with the body. each motion is a rejection to fate. mike would rather die than see such existence in it. each time he meets agony since a child, he prays to a new god. no one answers back. only the sky would weep for him with a deep cutting wish its tears could drown him — ( YET, I AM STILL HERE. I AM STILL ALIVE DESPITE IT ALL, IMPERFECTLY REAL. FATE DOES NOT CARE EITHER YOU ARE THE VICTIM OR THE WRONGDOER, AN ADULT OR A CHILD, BUT I CARE! I ALWAYS CARE! SO WHY SHOULD I PLACE MY FAITH IN WHAT HAVE ONLY EVER BEEN CLOSING ITS INFINITE EYES TO US ALL? IN THIS UNIVERSE, THERE ARE NO SAINTS AND GODS. NOTHING AND NOBODY. THERE IS JUST US WITH A BEGGING TO BE BELIEVED IN. )

 ✧ These rough hands of a burning child peel the tangerine skin away , a reaching to divine sweetness that she is willing to share to the dog in human flesh . It doesn't seem to care about the fruit , only giving the headbutts as seeking attention in her to play with it and its teeth and claws , although she is still content to get to share parts of her food to Mutt . She likes to visit it in its dreams . Even if Phoebus and Cryael are concerned that she would be entering in someone's consciousness , warning her not to leave the Awaken World to avoid harm , although Mimi never listens to them or anyone but Mike and Micah . She is her own choices , ruler of her fate . ( In this dream , she doesn't need to fight or defend . With Mutt , she gets to be a child in peace , even when she is forever burning . She lives . )

 ✧ Ever since Micah was born , they would think of themself as a star . Over time , they would invent many ways that could explain the possible reasons why they're on Earth instead of the cosmos , mythologizing themself to be understood . The primary thought was that they were one of the brightest that fallen to Earth after an accident occurred , but it happened for a good reason to have them in the world . Some kids would tease them for this and some adults would scoff at them for that . Adoniram and the Everlove family were the only people who accepted their beliefs , regardless of how inane they may be . Though , even when there were others who would belittle them , their faith in themself as a star had never once faltered . It only became brighter , instead . Burn with ferocity that can make the shadows quiver . The sky and space were all Micah ever had in their lonely childhood , other than the ones fragmented from their mind who they didn't know until they were in thirties . Darkness was their home as they loved the clouds and stars with the sun and moon .

 ✧ When the sky melts after a final memory of Phoebus' birthday gift , Micah cries along with the one who xe had loved so much more than everyone else . It was Phoebus all along . It was them this whole time . Phoebus was Micah's Light . Your love to me and the world made me glad I can be alive with you . They step over to where xe can see them face to face and gaze into their eyes , shaking with deep emotions that xe can not hold in any more longer . Everything is leaving xem bright and intense , embracing Lovelake entirely and beyond with more of xyr starlights . " I - I , " Where can Micah begin to tell Phoebus after all of this love from them ? " Phoebus , " xe holds both of their hands , then , xyr eye contact not once wavering , " We will have to work on everything between us if we both want more , but . . . "

   Micah returns Phoebus the embrace , xyr face buried in the crock of their neck , finding xyr religion as xe makes xemself part of a binary star with Phoebus . " I love you too , Phoebus , " xe promises in the bottom of xyr heart , all of xem , " I'm glad we exist . I do want to do everything with you . We can exist together . " Micah leans back so xe can kiss Phoebus on the lips , most delicate and all loving . When xe pulls them back into the embrace , holding them more closer , neither of them don't notice their body's stab wound slowly healing while their time and space are filled with love . Though , in the corner of the pair's eyes , they see themselves in the lake reflection , their younger selves living with each other and loving each other against the world , surrounded by clouds and stars . ( Their light , it prevails all . )

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[vgilantee]

hil! congrats on 800 followers lovely <3

could i please be shipped with one of the scream iv characters? thank you!!!

sexuality: straight

pronouns: she/her

ok so i'm 19, have natural red hair and blue eyes. i have s incredibly fair complexion and have a lot of freckles. i'm 5'1 and at first i'm incredibly shy and closed off due to being introverted and anxious. i like to read, play video games and stay home on most weekends. my personality type is an infp-t also if that helps. i am also a cat person. i would much rather be sleeping than deal with the real world too, lol.

congratulations again!! 🥰

thank you, nonnie! <3

(for those who missed it, roman numerals are hard, and this lovely nonnie wanted scream vi/6, instead of iv/4)

i think as much as you'd get along with chad, ethan is definitely a good match. i don't know if it's canon, but we've declared that ethan is a fellow infp, so you'd both easily be on the same level of how much interaction with other people is. because ethan is also fairly anxious and introverted himself, he'd definitely have the patience with you as you open up to him at your own pace. he'll never pressure you into opening up because he knows that sometimes it feels safer to stay close off and gradually let people in.

ethan is the embodiment of cat person, so he's happy to nap with you, and loves just being in your company. you can be studying, and he'd fall asleep in the room with you, he doesn't need conversation and likes the company. he's not much of a reader, but will read over your shoulder, or will ask you to read out loud to him. ethan definitely likes hearing you read, he loves your voice and you're his own personal audiobook haha. if you don't like reading out loud to him, he'll ask for a book rundown whenever you finish it. he wants a full review and plot summary.

and idk but ethan feels like the kind of guy to kiss your freckles, or poke them lightly as he counts them, or borrows an eyeliner and makes constellations across your skin

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[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi Love!

I just saw last few Nonnys sending you (well deserved!) love, and you replied with something that you're upset you're not doing it (reccing) too well recently. I just want you to know that we all are grateful for EVERYTHING. Like, literally. Just linking us other lists is incredibly helpful and asking others for a fic / recs is also truly amazing! I understand that you may feel less "productive" or whatever else, but don't forget that the simpliest acts are gigantic. If you'd need a week break, we love you. If you'd need a month break, we love you. If you'd need a year break, we still love you. Hell, if you'd at some point decide you won't rec anymore, we will always love you. Okay? All the love to you and stay well! <3<3<3

(referencing this ask re: me being upset about having lame recs)

LOVELY.

I don't deserve this kindness, TRUELY. Honestly, I'm sobbing as I write this, because, I dunno, I feel I don't deserve it if I'm not really trying, you know? I can't explain. I just feel bad because I feel like I used to do much better at reccing, but I suppose with a 3 year CONSTANT back-catalogue of lists, I don't really have that much to do now when I do get asks, you know? And I feel bad because in the past 2 years, I've been slowing down in my reading because I don't take public transit anymore, and usually only read before bed, or in the mornings on the weekend, so I'm REALLY slow at getting new reads out, and in turn my lists have slowed down too.

And now asks these days, it's easy for me to go to my organized offline list and copy-paste everything and boom, done. I have been trying to limit my online usage if only because I work my ass off during the day, do some freelance after hours and then I spend hours filing my blog in the moments I have free. Looking at my computer is exhausting, LOL.

I got a comment a few months ago that my recs are boring and repetitive now because they're always the same fics, and I guess ever since then I've just been... losing heart in doing them, you know? If no one is enjoying them anymore, despite me meticulously sorting everything to make it easier for people to find exactly what they're looking for, and even though I work my DAMNEDEST to get you guys new lists twice a week EVERY single week... then what's the point?

*shrugs* I don't know. I'm just being stupid, I guess. Comments like this help a lot. I do genuinely enjoy making the lists (digitally organizing things help soothe my mind) and sharing them with everyone makes me happy... kind of a "look at my stuff, isn't it neat?" thing, heh.

So yeah, I'll be taking some time off soon (I usually do several times in the summer months during Canadian long weekends and my usual summer holiday), first one coming up in a few weeks for just the long weekend. Just always feel bad when I do. Bleh. Shit self-esteem sucks.

Thank you again for your kind words. I really REALLY appreciate comments like this, because it lets me know that I must be doing SOMETHING right and my stupid brain is just being silly again, hah.

*HUGS* Thank you <3

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[vangoddamn]

Sleepover

Requested staying over at teen van’s house for the first time, nonny ILY <3

Warnings: Pure Cute n’ fluffy Van

You’d been going out officially for a few months, meaning this probably would’ve happened sooner or later anyway. But when your parents announced, in front of Van, they were going away for a couple of days, Van decided you would stay at his. Of course, your heart broke a little when he suggested it and was secretly glad you wouldn’t be home alone all weekend, but you were nervous. 

You’d never really even had a boyfriend before Van, never mind stayed over, so you really didn’t know what to expect or what to compare it too. Should you wear cute pyjamas, or just the usual sleep shirt. Should you take multiple spare clothes depending on if you went on a walk. Should you take a tampon just in case you spontaneously start your period even though you’re on the pill. Your head was spinning with all the possible questions which formed in your overly anxious head. 

After a while of putting things in and out of your bag and a phone call with your best friend, you decided to stop overthinking things (or at least try to) and do what you would if you were going to your mates. You packed your small backpack and got dressed into something a little less ‘sofa chic’ and more ‘meeting the parents’, you’d met Mary and Bernie before but only in passing or for a small chat. At the end of the day you knew Van or his parents wouldn’t care what you did and you knew Van would probably laugh if he knew how much you were overthinking things.

A text from a worried Van and checking the time, realising you should’ve arrived at least 20 minutes ago, rushed you out the house, double-checking the locks and hurrying over to him. He didn’t live far away, then again no-one was ever far away in Llandudno. You passed colourful houses, row after row, through little short cut passages and ally ways where you and Van would steal time. You both had found little ways of escaping friends, being these little nooks where you’d share secret rendezvous.

Before you knew it, you were nervously knocking on the front door of your boyfriends family home. Van opened the door not long after with an excitable and cheeky look about him. You couldn’t help but feel a warm fizzing inside when he took your bag and placed a kiss on your cheek.

“there y’are, mum was gettin well worried” He chuckled, taking your hand and pulling you inside for a warm cosy hug, a contrast to the brisk salty air outside.

“Sorry y/f/n called” You mumbled into his chest, trying to hide the fact you were just having a nervous breakdown, at the same time breathing his familiar scent in.

After a well-needed hug, he turned you to face his house. It was slightly familiar to when you’d both sneak in when it was empty, getting up to no good and hiding from various things you didn’t want to face. But now the familiar corridor leading into the kitchen where his parents inevitably were made your knees wobble in apprehension.

Pushing you forward with a kiss to the cheek and a giggle, Van shuffled you through to the kitchen, arms wrapped around your middle. Maybe it was so you couldn’t run away or faint from nerves but it was comforting none the less.

“Y/n!” Mary cooed, pulling you from your boyfriends' arms into a motherly hug of her own. “Was worried about you weren’t we Bernard” She called out to her husband, who was sitting idly inspecting the cover of some random record, only looking up to give you a knowing smile shaking his head and going back to the cover.

“Sorry my friend called and I lost track of time” You explained, easing into conversation with Mary as if you’d known her forever whilst Van found himself back behind you, arms wrapped tight around your waist.

Mary, like Van, was easy to slip into a comforting schedule, it made you instantly calm whenever you spoke. You helped her fix everyone a tea or at this time in the day dinner. Helping her in the kitchen you realised was one of your favourite things, she’d teach you things you may never have learnt and always spoke in such a calm manner it seeped into you. 

She had decided to cook a proper roast dinner, Roast beef, Yorkshire puddings, roast potatoes, the lot. And soon enough, with your help, it was ready and she was serving it out to you all around the table. The smells were incredible, homely and comforting. You sat next to Van who had his hand on your knee, circling patterns, before having to replace it for his knife. 

“Thanks, Mary” You smiled at her from across the table.

“Thank you y/n for helping me, can never get these two to lift a bloody finger!” She chuckled back giving eyes at Van who was trying to defend himself badly.

Dinner went quickly, you found it easy to talk to Van's parents and the food was incredible! You probably talked about everything under the sun. From if you had plans to do anything tomorrow, to where do you think you’re going to go to Uni.

Ultimately, you all ended up in the lounge. You snuggled into Vans side on one of the sofas as he and Bernie went through a collection of old vinyl. Mary was busy washing up, and so you decided you’d go and help. Leaving your boyfriend with his collection of records.

“Hi Mary, would you like any help?” You wondered out loud as you shuffled into the kitchen. She was by the sink with a soft smile, tilting her head to signal you to come over.

“You can come round more often dear” She smiled before explaining how you could help her with the drying up. It was nice, just talking absentmindedly whilst cleaning the kitchen, almost as if you had always done it together.

It was dark outside now, as Mary drew the curtains closed, the warm lights in the kitchen creating a cosy orange hue. The sudden realisation how late it had gotten made you breathe in a deep yawn, rubbing your eyes in an attempt to wake them up.

"I'm sure Van wouldn't mind if you went up to bed lovely" Mary softly whispered, a kind smile upon her face.

With that suggestion, you poked your head through to the living room wishing good night to your boyfriend's parents. Van promised he'd be up in a second making you laugh inside knowing he'd probably spend hours playing records with his dad if he could.

The stairs up to Vans creaked slightly, showing the age of the old seafront home. Picture frames lined the walls, photos of Van and his family, warming your heart.

His room was fairly small but definitely recognisable as Vans. Posters lined the white walls, bands you only recognized from Bernie's record cabinet. Records lay in little piles, you could imagine he'd have little mental notes of why they were there. A rather disdained or well-loved looking acoustic guitar sat on his bed next to a leather-bound notebook you knew as his lyric book.

You moved to the corner of the room where his wardrobe was, finding a hoodie you could steal. You got out of your clothes changing into the shorts you'd packed and left your t-shirt for his hoodie instead. Finally, you popped some of your favourite fluffy socks on and sat on the end of his bed.

You didn't quite know what you should've done, you felt odd, alone in his room. Curing your strange feeling by picking up the abandoned guitar, making your way across the strings, creating a soft little tune.

Before you knew it Van was staring at you from his door frame a lazy smile on his face. He looked just as tired as you but you knew he'd never admit it, never really getting sleep and usually giving it up for his guitar. You placed it down, walking towards him and snaking your arms around his waist. Looking up at him you explored the ocean of his blue eyes map of freckles before placing a soft kiss to his lips. You could feel his smile on your lips, pulling him through the door, laughing when he kicked the door closed behind him. You now had your hands holding onto the front of his t-shirt smiling up at him.

"I see you're already for bed" he chuckled noticing his hoody which hung loosely off your body, covering the shorts that had ridden up.

"I'm tired"

"come on then" he smiled taking your hand nodding to his bed you had been sitting on before he'd found you.

"Van" you giggled stopping him from jumping into bed. "You're still in your jeans you idiot"

"pff, wantin me to strip off already" he teased poking your ribs making you bend over in fits of giggles.

"Vannn" you whined prying his fingers from your waste, moving your hands to his chest, palms mapping out his body. You leant in placing a kiss to his neck, feeling him take a breath in. Your hands slowly moved to the hem of his t-shirt lifting it up gradually revealing his skinny frame.

His arms lifted, helping you remove his shirt with ease. His skin was warm and soft against your hands, you couldn't help but smile. Your hands trailed up his arms, palms caressing up his neck.

"you look sleepy" you whispered, fingers tracing the bags under his eyes.

He took your hand, kissing the back of it and placing back by your side. He went to unbuckle his belt removing his tight black jeans, now only in his boxers.

"come on love" he whispered surprising you by lifting you up and placing you carefully down on the bed in the corner of his room. You smiled up at him as he joined you snuggling up under the covers after turning off the dim light. He pulled you into his arms, in the dark, wrapping himself around your body breathing you in.

It was easy to forget about the nerves you had earlier that day in his arms. And even easier to forget why you had been, Van's easy personality seeping into you.

You turned to face him, resting your chin in the nook of his neck and wrapping your arms around him.

"Night Van"

"Sleep tight love" and you had no doubt you would.

A/n- Hi huns, how we all doin then? Quarantines still draggin on and I’ve just got some shifts back at work, who knew it could be so tiring?! eek that’s why I didn’t post on time last week but I promise will be back to weekly Van content soooon! Hope y’all survivng out there xx Em

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[hookedonapirate]

hello, can i send you a prompt with more high school costume for oh daddy and/or priest/nun costume + very kinky/smuty + more spanking oh daddy story, they're so much fun :)

A/N: So this was a fun one to write. I mean who doesn’t love Priest!Killian? Thank you, Nonnie, for your request :) And thank you @itsfabianadocarmo for this wonderful art that put me in the mood to write some oh daddy kink.

Based on this one-shot: Oh Daddy

Other Oh Daddy Prompts: 1. You’re being an awfully bad girl l 2. Daddy, can you pass the potatoes? l 3. Better than coffee l 4. Caught In a solo act l 5. Naughty School Girl l 6. Busted

Bless Me, Father

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been two weeks since my last confession.”

 “Tell me all about it, my child.”

 “I have let the sins of the flesh overtake me, Father,” Emma intones, trying to push the excitement out of her voice. “Last weekend I had a dream.” She has to stifle a laugh as she waits for a response.

 “What kind of dream?” he asks huskily.

 “A naughty dream, Father,” Emma says in an innocent, childlike voice as she twirls the end of her pigtail around her fingers. “I had a naughty dream about a man of God… I dreamed that he… um… he touched me…”

 She hears him clearing his throat, his voice cracked when he answers, “He touched you where, my child?” 

 “My… my private place, Father.”

 "And how did it feel?" 

 Emma closes her eyes and imagines him in his clergy robe and clerical collar. "It felt soooo good," she says with a moan.

 "That’s a good girl. Now tell me, what did he do to your… private place? You must confess everything. Don’t leave out any details." 

 "It felt incredible, Father. I couldn't help myself. I let him finger me, and then he wanted to… he wanted to lick me."

 “All young girls have these feelings, my child. Did you allow him to taste you?” 

 “Yes,” she whispers.

 “Did you come in his mouth?”

 “Yes, Father.” 

 She hears a soft groan, and the corner of her lips pull into a smirk.

 “What happened after that, child?”

 Emma’s clit starts to throb from the images she’s conjuring up. “He asked me to put my hand around his… um, his penis,” she answers, feigning embarrassment.

 “And did you?”

 “I did,” she supplies eagerly. “I rubbed him until he rewarded me with white, sticky come,” she whispers. Unable to resist any longer, she opens her thighs and slides her hand up her skirt and into her panties, finding her clit to relieve the ache she feels in her core. “He shot his come all over my face…”

 “Did you suck his cock after that?” he murmurs, his voice strained with lust. 

 Emma rubs her clit in slow circles, feeling so deliciously naughty. “He was still so hard and so big… I put his cock in my mouth and sucked him hard. I took him deep in my throat and he held my head down until he shot his load in my mouth. He tasted so good, Father. I touched myself when I woke and I felt like a whore. Will God forgive me?” she asks sweetly.

 There’s silence, except for ragged breathing and stuttered groans. “God forgives all sins, my child. Did you let this man fuck you in your dreams? Did you spread your soft thighs for him?” he asks.

 “Oh yes, Father.” She fingers herself vigorously as she pictures her naughty priest bending her over his desk and fucking her from behind. It’s not long before her body jolts and she’s coming in her hand with a loud cry. “Oh my God, I just came, Father!” She slumps into her chair, trying to collect her bearings. She’s panting softly, falling from her high when she hears some shuffling, and opens her eyes, gasping at the view in front of her. 

 Killian is standing in front of her, his pants around his ankles and his cock hard and throbbing in his hand. He’s no longer wearing the robe, he left it in the adjacent room, which is a shame, but the clerical collar is still in place. She was so excited when he agreed to go along with this and buy a priest costume so she could pretend to be a naughty schoolgirl and he could be the Priest she confesses to before they fuck. 

 “You must be punished, child, for your naughty dream,” he groans. “And for touching yourself while you confessed to a Priest.”

 Her eyes are drawn to his dick, which hardens even more under her heated gaze, and she watches as he strokes himself, working his hand up and down the length of his shaft, the velvety head oozing with pre-cum. She can’t take her eyes off what he’s doing… her panties grow wet as she watches him. “What is my punishment, Father?” she asks, finally tearing her eyes away to look up at him, fluttering her eyelashes.

 “I must administer a good spanking to teach you a lesson. Now take off your blouse, love,” he groans, “I wanna see those gorgeous tits of yours.”

 She rises from the chair and does what she’s told, unbuttoning the blouse, slowly and teasingly exposing her white bra underneath, and slips off both, tossing them aside. His blue eyes darken with lust as he drinks in the sight of her naked breasts and pale pink nipples that stiffen under his gaze, the hand around his cock quickening its pace.

 “Rub your nipples,” he growls. “Pinch them and play with them.”

 Emma smirks and takes each of her hardened buds between her thumbs and forefingers, lightly rolling them and rubbing them in slow circles, letting a soft moan escape her lips at the delicious sensations surging through her body.

 “Mmmm, my sinful little schoolgirl,” he murmurs, a small, satisfied smirk stretching across his face. “Lift your skirt for me.”

 “Yes, Father.” Eagerly grabbing the hem of her plaid skirt, she raises it up as far as it would go, showing him her white cotton panties. 

 His eyes delve between her thighs, his free hand cupping one of her breasts, thumb tweaking her nipple, his breathing quickening. His warm hand feels amazing on her skin, she can feel her warm juices running down her thighs. “Fuck, look at those soaked panties. Is my little schoolgirl wet for me?”

 “Yes, Father,” she whimpers.

 "Good girl. Now, push your panties to the side, baby," he says, sweetly.

 She complies with a moan, reaching for her panties and moving the soaked fabric to one side. She loves it when he barks orders at her. 

 He groans and strokes himself faster and harder when his eyes roam over her gleaming wet folds. “Fuck, love… do you want me to lick that pretty little cunt?"

 “Oh, yes,” she whimpers, her voice wrecked. “Please, Father.”

 “Sit on the desk.” 

 “Yes, Father.” She pulls herself up on the desk, her heart pounding in anticipation as he gets on his knees. He parts her knees, allowing himself access and she eagerly lets him take her into his waiting mouth as she holds her skirt up, thighs on either side of his face. 

 He reaches up and tweaks her stiff nipple, squeezing gently as his hot tongue flicks lightly into her folds. Moaning softly, she presses her palms into the desk to hold herself up as she arches back, grinding into his mouth, trying to get more of his tongue as he eats into her. She enjoys the way his stubble scratches her thigh as his tongue laps up her juices, as he sucks her clit into his mouth, his fingers still kneading her breasts and pinching and pulling at her sensitive nipples. She cries out when a finger plunges deep inside her, fucking in and out, his tongue caressing her clit, lapping vigorously until she’s shaking.

 His other hand leaves her breast and curls around her hip as he finger fucks her and licks her up. She grinds against his mouth when she feels the pressure increasing, his hot tongue, sucking and nibbling teasingly on her flesh and he hits that spot with his fingers that has her screaming through her orgasm.

 “Oh, Father!”

 He groans and carefully removes his fingers, inserting them into his mouth and licking them clean. “Stand up, my naughty little girl,” he orders. “Bend over the desk. And spread those pretty thighs.”

 With shaking legs she stands and turns around, clutching the edge of the desk and spreading her thighs for her Priest. Her blood runs hot, her clit still pulsating, her cunt warm and wet, begging for Father’s cock.

 “Punish me, Father.” Her ass is high in the air as he yanks her skirt, shoving it up around her belly and pulls her panties down to her knees, letting his warm hands wander over her ass. 

 He smacks her right cheek, the sting sending tiny shivers of pleasure down her legs and through her core. “You’re enjoying this, aren't you, love?”

 “Oh, yes…” she whimpers all needy and wanton, spreading her legs further apart. 

 He slaps the other cheek before soothing his hands over her flesh. “What do you say, love?” 

 “Thank you, Father. Thank you for punishing me.”

 “That's a good girl.” 

 He spanks her again and again, until she’s begging, “Fuck me, Father!” 

 He chuckles, and she feels his stiff cock and warm, sticky precum on her soft skin as he presses it against her, smacking her ass again. “My little school wants her Father’s cock deep inside her, filling her up, doesn't she?”

 She bites back a moan, and when she doesn’t answer, he spanks her again. 

 “Answer me, love.”

 “Yes! Please… fuck me!”

 He pulls her panties further down and she lifts each foot so he can remove them, tossing the fabric aside. She braces herself against the desk when he grabs her hips and nudges the head of his dick at her entrance, slowly sliding it through her wet folds and starts pushing inside her.

 “Tell me what you want, Emma,” he says huskily, slapping her tender flesh again.

 “I want your dick in me,” she cries, trying to stifle the desperation she feels deep inside her belly. “Fill me up, Father!”

 “You want my cock, love?”

 “Yes, please!” She groans and tries to push back against him, her walls aching to milk him dry.

 “Tell me, baby.” His fingers tighten around her hips, hard enough to bruise.

 “Fuck me, Father Please!” 

 Finally, he plunges into her with one smooth maneuver, and pounds into her, claiming every inch of her tight, aching walls.

 “Fuck… Emma,” he groans. “So soft and tight for me…” His hips find a quick pace and he fucks her hard and deep his balls slapping mercilessly against her swollen clit, skins smacking, and she feels her orgasm already building inside her. He reaches underneath her and roughly rubs her clit, and she rocks back and forth, taking as much of him as she can.

 “Yes… harder! Harder!" she cries. “Come inside me, Father!”

 “Fucking hell, love,” he growls, pounding into her tight, wet pussy, his fingers working quickly on her clit. She’s so close… so, so close...

 “I’m about to come, father.” 

 And she does; she comes so hard, her walls gripping him tightly, her body trembling, knees almost buckling underneath her.

 “Emma…” He climaxes with a loud groan, hot come spurting deep inside her, his fingers digging sharply into her skin and loosening as the intensity passes.

 They're both still catching their breaths as he presses a few tender kisses down her spine. “We should do this more often, love." 

 Killian steps back, allowing Emma to rise from the desk. 

 “That’s not a bad idea.” She turns around and wraps her arms around the back of her boyfriend’s neck, managing a naughty smirk, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “I have many sins to confess, Father.”

#cs ff #captain swan #cs smut #pries!killian kink #oh daddy #roleplay #my fic #prompt request #lovely readers #anonymous

[perriewinklenerdie]

Night like this (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC

Author’s note: Hello, hello, hello! I am so stuck in uni stuff that life is something I do in between classes. That means, that I don’t really get many chances to write… but when I do, I try :D

This is another one of the requests, send by a lovely Nonnie. Thank you so much, hope you like it <3

The request was sharing the bed for Ethan and MC and, well, it got my brain working again :D

AO3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21006350

Enjoy! <3

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Naveen made a promise to himself. A promise to use all the time he had to take care of people closest to him, to help them and make sure they didn’t waste their time. The very first thing he decided to do after coming back to health was to organize weekends at his house. Once a month, he invited Ethan and Claire to stay with him, eat dinner, stay the night and see the morning by the water.

Both of them always agreed, with Ethan driving both them there and back to Boston. Ever since they both came back to the hospital, their relations haven’t been the easiest. The struggle to work and take care of their patients as best as they could, while trying to get over their lingering feelings was one of the most difficult things he ever had to do. Judging by the haunted look in her eyes when their gazes met across the room told him that it was hard for her too.

The atmosphere in the car wasn’t as tense this time. They both knew there were times in which they couldn’t say a word to the other without falling apart. That was not a case this time, though, cause the conversation was flowing so freely that they turned the music down, and then turned it off completely. The past week was hard and the mere thought of a weekend off was enough to make up for it.

“Did you see the face of that intern when you yelled? I must say, Rookie, I didn’t expect you to be able to do this.” he laughed, looking over to her for a split second before returning his eyes to the road.

“I’m taking care of your throat, so that you can talk normally. To your patients, to Naveen, to me… And what can I say, I had a great teacher when it comes to dealing with stubborn interns.” Claire teased, reaching over to pat his arm slightly, sending a trail of sparks up his hand and down her fingers.

“Not sure if I should be proud or offended.” He cleared his throat before responding, his grip on the steering wheel tightening a little.

“Definitely both.”

“I don’t think anyone is going to hold this against you. It’s been a long week, you’re tired and perfectly entitled to react that way. Just… a little secret…” he leaned towards her, keeping his eyes on the road, beckoning her closer to him. They met halfway through over the control panel, his breath brushing against the skin of her cheek as he spoke “… don’t do this too often or people will think that I have a bad influence on you.”

“People already think you have too big of an influence on me. Most of them are jealous, though. Or, at least, that’s what Naveen says.” She concluded, shrugging slightly.

“You’re talking to Naveen about me?”

“Oh, all the time. A few more of those conversations with him and I’ll know everything about you.” she spoke, gauging his reaction. As expected, alarm flashed in his blue irises, two lines appearing above his eyes. Almost as though she didn’t think about what she was doing, she reached once again, smoothing the skin on his forehead tenderly. His breath caught in his throat so briefly that she almost missed it. “Don’t worry about it, you’ll get wrinkles.”

“Sorry to break this to you, Rookie, but I already have wrinkles.” Their conversation morphed from being loose to being a playful banter, and he couldn’t say he minded. He didn’t. She was the only person that could bring out that side of him, make him forget about the cruelty and unforgiveness of the outside world.

“And they are incredibly attractive.”

Ethan didn’t know how to respond to that. He knew that she found him appealing, that much he could figure out from their time together. He would be lying if he said that he didn’t find think she was beautiful. But they were not in the position to speak about it, no matter how much they wanted to shout about it.

The rest of the ride went by with both of them steering away from the difficult subject. Naveen’s house came into the view and they both breathed a sigh of relief. He greeted them with a wide smile and cups of hot wine, as the temperature outside dropped, snow falling from the sky, covering the ground in a thick layer. Ethan carried their bags inside, refusing to let Claire do it on her own. Leaving it by the wall in the living room, he joined her and Naveen in the kitchen.

“Dinner will be ready in a bit. You two can prepare the table… and now I feel like a parent, talking to his kids.” Naveen joked, looking between them, then pointing towards the table.

Their moves were synchronized, in perfect harmony, as though they have been doing this together for years, understanding each other without words. Food made its way onto the table shortly after. Ethan pulled out her chair for her, helping her sit down before joining her and Naveen to eat. His fingers brushed against her shoulders, another round of sparks shooting right through them. Naveen noticed. Of course he did, but he chose to keep quiet, at least for the time being.

Evening turned into the night, alcohol making them just a little bolder, and conversations were moving through diverse subjects. Laughter filled the air, voices were raised with emotions and some tears were falling down their cheeks in hysteric fit of giggles.

“I can’t believe you told her that.” Ethan exclaimed, pretending to be hurt. Claire laughed, falling against him, her forehead pressed against his arm, her body shaking.

“She is just really persuasive.”

“I just offered to trade information.” She raised her hands in mocked defense. Ethan turned to look at her, his fingers itching to brush the lock of hair from her face. It was most likely alcohol that made him do it, his touch lingering a little longer than it should. Alcohol, or at least that’s what he told himself.

“And what exactly sis you offer?”

“A story of your heroic poker game in Miami.” Her voice wavered a little at the end, her mind flooded with memories. Ethan shifted in his chair uncomfortably, his body reacting at the mention of the first apex of his feelings for her. It felt like he has known her forever, when in reality, the night in Miami happened only a few months ago. He shook his head in disbelief.

“Seriously, Rookie, you’re walking on very thin ice.” He muttered under his breath and she scoffed, swatting his arm slightly.

“Oh, please, there are far worse things I could have said. Like that time when we broke into the-“ she started speaking, but before any words could expose them, he pressed his hand to her lips, his eyes telling her to be quiet. Naveen laughed, a small hint of an idea about just what happened between the two already forming in his head.

“You two are acting like kids.”

Both of them turned towards him, then looked at each other, leaning away like they got burned. Another laugh escaped Naveen’s lips as he clapped his hands.

“We’re not kids. It’s just… complicated.” Ethan mused, refusing to look at Claire again.

“Oh, I know. And I also know that you two are about to act like even bigger kids when I tell you, that my other guest room is in renovation, the couch is gone, as you can see, and that means that you two are sleeping in the same bed tonight.”

The room got so quiet that the pin dropping to the ground would be loud. Ethan turned to look at Claire with an uncertain look in his eyes, checking in with her. She seemed to be just as lost, and before either could say anything to the older doctor, he snickered, tapping his hand against the table, wished them a good night and left them alone.

“Do you-“ he started speaking, only to be immediately stopped by her.

“Don’t even think about it, Ramsey.”

Suddenly, they were sober, no trace of intoxication present. Both acutely aware of the situation they were in. Both fighting, with all they had, to keep their feelings at bay, to not fall right back to where they were. Ethan put on his mask, shielding himself from her, and she seemed to be doing exactly the same. Despite them both being friendly just seconds ago, the change in the balance caused them to put their defenses up.

The room was dark, the covers of the bed made and ready for them to get to sleep. Claire went into the bathroom without saying a word of even so much as looking at him, leaving Ethan by himself. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as all the air left his body, making him feel empty. He knew it was his idea to stay away from each other, and playful banter and harmless flirting didn’t do any harm, but this was different. They were about to spend the night together, in the same bed, with nowhere to hide or run, and it terrified him. He didn’t want to hurt her, he didn’t want to fight. Truth be told, he didn’t know what he wanted. All he knew was that he couldn’t bring himself to forget her and move on, she was just that potent to him, in every way possible. She got him addicted to her, and he didn’t want to go to rehab.

By the time she got out of the bathroom, he was already in bed, his chest bare, his body covered by the covers. Their eyes met for a split second before she looked away, laying down next to him, keeping as much distance between them as she could. The last light was turned off, the complete darkness accompanied the silence of the room.

He could feel her breathing, hear her breathing. The air was cold, the late November having its toll on the temperature in the room. He felt a shiver run through his body as he pulled on the covers to keep warm. Some tugging came from the side, but he didn’t pay much attention to it.

“Could you please not pull all the covers to your side? I’m cold too, you know.” She spoke with a low voice, no emotions except for annoyance.

“I have no idea what you mean, you have plenty of covers.” He responded without opening his eyes, lying on his back. She scoffed but didn’t say another word.

A few minutes went by and he thought she fell asleep. Nothing could have been further from the truth. All of a sudden, she moved, throwing the covers up from his body and positioning herself on top of him, her head in the crook of his neck, her hands moving the covers over both of them.

“Rookie, what the hell are you doing?” he exclaimed, keeping his hands away from her, not sure what to do.

“Maybe you’re not aware, but you stole all the blankets, and the night is cold. I tried to pull some back, but you didn’t budge, and I was not about to die of hypothermia. You either take it as it is, or you let me have more blankets.”

He hesitated. He knew he should have told her to move, told her he’d give her the blankets, all of them if she wanted. But he didn’t. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her, keeping her steady against his chest, their body heat mixing, warming them up more than any blankets ever could on their own. He waited for her to react, waited for her to say anything, but she didn’t comment on it either, just fell deeper into his embrace.

The room was silent again, the only sounds were their breathing. Time slowed down, dragging mercilessly as he tried to fall asleep, but couldn’t seem to do it. He was too stressed, too awake, too distracted by her to focus on sleeping. Sudden movement made him all the more alert, the slightest of touches, a whisper of her fingertips on his chest. His breath got caught in his throat for a split second, his muscles tensing.

“Rookie.” He tried asking her what this was about, but didn’t get any answer.

“Rookie?” his voice gained a concerned edge, his grip on her tightening ever so slightly.

“Rookie-“

Her head snapped upwards as his head fell down, their eyes locking. Their lips were mere inches away from each other and the atmosphere got hot, intense. He heard her gasp softly, surprise spelled on her face. He thought about what he should do, what was the right thing to do, but everything was thrown out the window when her eyes dropped to his lips for just a second. This time, he didn’t hesitate.

His lips caught hers in a kiss that took his breath away, their eyes still locked. He stilled his movements, giving her a chance to back out. Except, she didn’t. Her fingers tangled into his hair, pulling on it as she dived into the kiss. Ethan’s arms wound around her tighter, his palms spread flat across her back, pressing her closer.

“Ethan… Ethan, wait… Ethan…” she tried talking but was stopped by his lips every time, making them laugh. She dug her hands into his sides, tickling him, making him let out a sound that bordered on a shriek.

“What is it?” he breathed heavily, nuzzling his nose against the line of her jaw. She smoothed his hair, brushing a lock out of his eyes.

“Nothing, just… what is this? What are we doing?” Claire asked, looking past and through all the layers of excuses and worthless words that didn’t hold any meaning to them. There they were, bare and with nothing to protect them from harm, asking for trust and willing to give that trust back.

“I- I don’t know. I don’t know who I am anymore. Everything I believed in changed when I met you. And I don’t want to go back to who I was before. All I know is that you are here, with me, and it couldn’t possibly be better.” He confessed, speaking the words that have been stuck in his head for the past couple of months, created in his mind during long, sleepless nights, after waking up from another dream about her. His voice was warm and soft, vulnerable and delicate, engulfing her like a blanket.

“Ethan…” she tried speaking, but her words betrayed her, leaving emptiness. Everything was lost, the only thing that stayed was him, everything he was to her. Everything he could be for her.

Claire pulled him back into her, kissing him like she wanted to do so many times. Rolling over, she pulled him on top of her, her arms wrapping around his neck, laughing as he stumbled a little, supporting himself with his elbow. The kiss was lighthearted and playful, slowly climbing towards something more. That kiss carried them into the darkness of the night, a beginning to many more, with the unknown and many more nights just like this one ahead of them.

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[mostweakhamlets]

Hey, I'm sorry that your graduation was cancelled, I can't imagine how hard this must be, this kind of loss/betrayal. I know this hurts, but just remember that your friends will still cherish their memories of your time together and your teachers and family are still SUPER proud of you. Your posts kind of hit me personally, because I live abroad and with the restricted air travel, I don't know if I'll be able to see my family this year as I'll start uni directly after the end of the holidays 1/2

I just wanted to let you know that even though you've been robbed of a potentially incredibly precious memory, more will still come, equally special, if not more, and you can still let people know how much you treasure the time you spent together 2/2

Hi, nonny. Thank you so much

I’m so sorry that you might miss out on seeing your family. That must be so hard during all of this when all you really want to do if be surrounded by people you love. I hope you get to see them before start school again! Hopefully, all of this will die down soon. 

#Anonymous

[burgundydahlia]

What do Ron and Hermione love most about each other

So, I’m pretty sure you meant this in a much more practical sense: like, Hermione loves Ron’s eyes. She loves the way they swim somewhere between green and blue like the ocean; how they shine when he laughs; how they soften when he looks at their children; how they fill with a fiery passion when the two of them are alone. And she loves the firm, yet gentle, feel of his hands on her and how he always finds a reason to touch her, whether it’s holding her hand as they walk into the Burrow for Sunday dinner or briefly running his fingertips across her lower back or her forearm when he brushes past her as he moves about the room. 

And Ron loves Hermione’s wild hair - the smell of it, the feel of it in his hands, the way it catches the light and looks like a halo around her. Hell, he even loves how when he wakes up in the morning he’s often surrounded by it like a jungle he’s gotten lost in. He often rolls closer to her, burying himself deeper inside it and breathes in deeply, kissing her curls as he smiles. And he loves her smile and how she has a different one for each occasion. Like how her mouth curls upwards like the Cheshire cat when she’s excited about something or has a particularly brilliant idea, and the broad, toothy smile she shines at their children when she plays with them or reads to them before bed at night. Though his favorite might still be the smile she saves just for him; it starts at her eyes, warming them and making them sparkle, and then spreads to her cheeks, turning them a delicate shade of pink, before traveling to her mouth. She bites her bottom lip briefly, tugging on the skin until it turns opaque, then her lips bloom and curl into the most dazzling smile he’s ever seen. No matter how much time passes, it always makes his heart skip a beat.

And I think there are a million of things like those examples above that they love about each other. But for some reason, I’m feeling a little more creative today so I’m going to try and give a slightly more nuanced answer. I’m putting it under the cut, so I hope you’ll enjoy :)

I think there’s a lot of things, both big and small, that they love about each other. And I think over the years and as their relationship grows and evolves some of those things change as well.

For example, when they’re eighteen and newly free from the pain and terror of the war, I think they love that they can be vulnerable and raw with one another. They’ve been stripped away of all pretense and have seen each other at their lowest moments. But rather than being scared off or uncomfortable, they love each other all the more for it. They prop one another up and find both comfort and a means of healing themselves in their efforts to heal each other. 

As they begin to really move into being a normal, new relationship, they love discovering new little things about each other. Hermione loves how Ron surprises her with kisses, and how he looks a bit dazed after each one like he still cannot believe that he gets to do that whenever he wants. She loves how his chest puffs out a bit when he refers to her as his girlfriend and how he is genuinely proud of her for going back to Hogwarts to finish her last year there. She also loves how he’s protective, but not overbearing, and how he is gentle and patient with her and shockingly romantic. While Ron loves how Hermione supports him and is often his loudest champion; in fact, she doesn’t just support him in his decision to split his time at the shop and working as an Auror rather than returning to Hogwarts, she immediately creates a daily calendar and routine for him to follow in order to make sure he doesn’t burn out by spreading himself too thin. He loves how she sends him a letter every single day when she’s away, giving intricate and often mundane detail so he knows how she’s doing because she knows he worries, and how she ends each one with a numbered countdown to the next time they get to see one another in person. And when they’re together, he loves how Hermione curls herself against him, wrapping her arms and legs around him like vines creeping up old castle walls, and how she whispers his name like it’s somewhere between a prayer and an incantation. And they both love how they flush red when they touch one another and that neither of them ever get tired of saying, or hearing, the words, “I love you.”

When they’re twenty-two and still reveling in the newness of marriage, they love the calm and stability they find in each other and their newfound domesticity. Hermione loves coming home to see him there, like an incredible light at the end of a tunnel, and loves that without fail he comes to greet her at the door (she’s always home after him) with a kiss and a lopsided smile. She loves how confident he is in his work and how wildly proud he is of her accomplishments as well. And she also cannot express just how much she loves that he cooks and will rave to anyone who will listen (and even some who don’t want to) about just how incredible his cottage pie is. And Ron loves the quiet rhythm they’ve established; how Hermione wakes before him and makes coffee and breakfast for them both and how she always kisses him first thing in the morning when they wake up and again at night before they go to bed. He loves that she has secret stashes of books hidden around their home and how she always seems to be reading at least four of them simultaneously. He also loves saying, “My wife,” when he talks about her to others, to the point where some members of his family have started to remind him that they know who Hermione is and don’t need him to constantly refer to her as some sort of official title. Hermione, however, blushes when he says it and she beams at him. Ron then kisses her forehead, mumbling it against her skin once more as she shivers against him and they both fall a little bit more in love with one another.

When they’re thirty and the parents of not just one, but now two small children, they love one another for things they might not have ever considered before. Hermione loves Ron for how quickly he’ll wake up from a deep sleep and rush into the nursery when Hugo starts to fuss and how he can make Rose scream with laughter by doing silly voices, not to mention how he never complains about having to deal with a disastrous nappy or a toddler meltdown. And Ron loves Hermione for the quiet patience she exhibits with their children, listening to Rose when she’s babbling nonsense and how she engages her in conversation with genuine interest at what she’s saying. Or how she hums a little tune to Hugo whenever she’s giving him a bath or feeding him, and how she always rocks him to sleep and reads to Rose every night, and how she showers both children in kisses before she leaves for work, trying to stretch out her time every morning because he knows that although she loves her work, she truly hates leaving her family. 

When they’re forty-one and both their children are officially at Hogwarts, they love one another because they don’t have to be Mum and Dad first, but get to be husband and wife again. They love each other because they know they miss their children, but now that it’s just the two of them at the house they get to have a lie in together on the weekends; they can turn a random Tuesday night into a date night at their favorite local restaurant; they can, and do, spend an hour in the shower together just like they used to do in their early twenties. Ron specifically loves that Hermione writes long, detailed letters to both Hugo and Rose every week, making sure each one is personal and individualized. He loves that she sometimes sits in Rose or Hugo’s rooms as she reads because it makes her feel closer to them and that she plans massive feasts and holiday celebrations when they come home at Christmas and Easter. Hermione loves that Ron regularly sends sweets and goods from the shop along with notes of encouragement, reminding Rose and Hugo that they need to take care of one another and to please listen to McGonagall and Hagrid. She loves that he has every single Gryffindor Quidditch match marked in bold, red letters on their calendar in their kitchen, that he’s louder than every other person sitting in the stands the first time he sees Rose fly out onto the pitch, and that he posts Hugo’s marks on the wall behind him at the shop because he’s so proud of him for being just as brilliant as his mum.

And through all their time together - over all the years and the ups and downs, they mostly love that they are still each others’ best friends. They are still the first people they want to talk to when something happens, be it a crisis or a question or if they have something to celebrate. They are partners, through and through, and the ultimate team. But more than that they love each other because they choose one another, over and over and over again and will continue to do so even when they’re old and grey.

Thanks for the ask, Nonny!

#ama #ask me anything #ask burgundydahlia #romione #ronmione #romione headcanons #ron weasley #hermione granger #fluff #romione fluff

[inevitably-johnlocked]

This is a two part message.

Firstly, to the nonny who wanted to know if it’s worth it to write Johnlock these days. And anyone else thinking about it. I just started writing this year (have 2 stories posted) and have found it very rewarding. It is my first foray into fan fiction writing and it really helped me as lockdown dragged on. I have been lucky that my fics found their audience (so are getting some comments) and everyone has been so lovely. The whole process (writing, editing, posting) really has helped my mental health. Honestly I was losing myself and it gave me something that was mine to focus on, even if it was 5 min a day. So I would encourage it! Swissmiss’s advice is great too to ensure stuff gets read.

Second point - I am an almost 40 year old who missed tumblr in its early days. Is there etiquette re: commenting when you only have a lurker account (ie a blank page, no followers)? I only joined to follow great content creators like you? I could have made my comment above below the relevant point, but that feels weird since I am not active user. But now I have created more work for you!

Lastly (I guess this is a 3 part message) - thanks for all you do! As someone new to the fandom (and organized fandoms in general) it’s been so helpful. Having said this, I do hope you know you are no less amazing if you need to take breaks from your work here (however long). You have already created a brilliant living thing here. It’s incredible. And if you need to take time to breath away from a screen, take it and know you are still loved. I wrote an essay here - apologies! Have a lovely day :).

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Hey Lovely!

Hope you don't mind I broke up you comments so it would be easier for me to digest as I'm replying!!! <3

Thank you so much for your advice on your foray into writing!!! I really love when people have their own experiences to share, so cheers for talking about yours! <3 If anything, people who want to write, regardless if there's an audience for it or not, should write!! It's good for the soul and the mind!

Second point: OOF! Same age range then, my Lovely! And there really is no "etiquette" other than "don't be a dick" hahah! Just reply to posts, reblog content with your comments and additions, and so on, and eventually you'll develop a comfort level that you can operate as a non-lurker. I actually ALSO started out in this fandom as a lurker on a side account (which is actually what this blog is), just basically followed some fave content, got a feel of the fandom, and started reblogging posts with my own comments... and then started writing and posting and now I never leave this sideblog hahaha. But I don't regret it.... lurking is a good way to get yourself familiar with the community terminology and people and just... learning your way around Tumblr, hahah. So yeah, if you have fics you want to promote on my posts, I give explicit permission to reblog and add your fics to them if they're related to the topics! I always want my lovelies to do that; listen, there's more in it for me... I get a tonne of new fics to read this way and in turn I help curate and supply the community with content, LOL.

And THANK YOU SO MUCH for your kind words, oh gosh. I legit just do stuff here because I love doing it, and the fact that so many people benefit from my work, well, that warms the cockles of my cold dead heart LOL. I'm so happy that you find comfort and joy here, and I am honoured that my blog helped your foray into fandom life!

And yeah, I need a break badly... I've actually been taking Saturdays completely off, but most of the weekend I try not to be online so much, and it's helped a bit. I have some holidays coming up at the end of the month, and again in Aug/Sept, so looking forward to that. And every time I take time away from the screen, everyone is so kind and understanding that I really need it. That's what makes this little corner so great, and I am very humbled to have been welcomed into it.

I hope you also have a great day, Lovely! <3 Thank you! <3

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