#⟢ tod's chaos

[ttoddii]

"really? a man?"

pairing(s): flirty bestfriend!bada x cheater!f!reader

cw: smut, MDNI, bada is jealous, howl (i know but it's for a good reason i promise, and i only mention him once or twice), semi-public sex (bathroom stall), fingering, thigh-riding, ruined orgasm, edging, praising, degrading, cheating, bada is a bad person in this ngl, lots of cussing, bad grammar, bad descriptions (i'm so sorry), lowercase intended.

summary: you're dating your boyfriend and you guys are so in love but having a taste of your bestfriend remind you of some undeniable feelings.

wc: 2.1k

a/n: i would like to remind you all that this is my first time writing smut, please be nice to me i'm learning i swear ;-; personal thank you to @beomjunnchoii25 because without her i would not even finish this. (she gave me a pep talk, honestly ilysm)

"really? a man?" bada scoff, her face full of disbelief as she cross her arm in front of her chest and she furrows her brows.

"what?" you ask, "what's so bad about me dating howl?" you straighten up your back, facing your bestfriend as you drink from your cup, your eyes still bore into bada's face attentively as you see her biting her lower lip annoyed.

it's a normal saturday morning, and like every other saturday morning, you would meet up with bada, your bestfriend and also your dance teacher, at your usual coffee shop.

as you two had always update each other on your life, you thought that it would be a good time to tell bada about your relationship that you had been keeping a secret for a while. but judging from her reaction, it's clear that your decision is not a good one.

"well, to start off, he's my co-worker, how can i ever look at him the same way knowing that he's screwing my bestfriend? secondly, he's a man" bada raise one of her eyebrow, clearly in dismay. her pointer finger keep on tapping the coffee table, and you slowly put your cup down.

"don't be so dramatic, and you don't have to mention the screwing part, we barely do anything, like maybe once? twice? we're both very fucking busy you know" you scoff, rolling your eyes at bada.

"he's a nice guy, he buy me food, take care of me when i'm sick, he always give me flowers and gifts on our anniversary, and he wrote me a hand-written letter to confess his feelings! he's such a dork, i love him!" you exclaim, trying to persuade your bestfriend to at least like your boyfriend.

"don't get me wrong, as a co-worker of his for years, i think i know him longer than you, and please, he's a man" bada shake her head, she keep reminding you that howl's a man and her voice sound serious when she told you about how long she had known him. she put her arm on the table to lean into you, completely denying your effort on persuading her.

you sigh, slumping yourself back to your chair as you shake your head "he's good to me, bada, gender doesn't matter if they're good to you, you used to say that" you defend yourself.

"yah! as an attempt to make you like me! not for you to have such a low standard!" bada suddenly raise her voice, her hand hit the table as she tell you to quit your yapping about how great howl is as a boyfriend.

"yea right" you roll your eyes, turning away from bada as you need a break from all this unreasonable nonsense she's talking about.

you know she's joking about liking you, so you pay no mind to it, she usually just flirt with other girls, and then she would slide into their bed for one night before dumping them into her 'girls i had fucked' list. it's a normal thing for her to joke about relationship, but for you relationships are serious. and thinking about bada like that make your mouth taste all bitter.

"don't just roll your eyes at me", bada said, her eyes staring daggers into your form as she take a sip from her cup to water her dry throat. and by the time she jug down all the water, she give you a whole speech.

"everything that you said he did for you, from buying you food, giving you gifts, writing letters to you, that's the bare minimum. what? i never do all of that to you or something? and why didn't you swoon over me, but him? howl this howl that, how about he eat my ass."

her voice full of jealousy as she spit out every word. to your surprise, bada doesn't seem like she's joking, her body tense up as she bite her lower lip, bada stare at you, her chest heaves up and down as she's clearly mad. her state make you panic a bit. so you straighten your back again and take a hold of her hand, squeezing it lightly so she could calm down.

"alright, i'm sorry, let's just move to another topic" you said, attempting to calm bada down and move on from this awkwardness.

in your point of view, she look like she would either cry out loud from being mad by the way she bit her lower lip, or she would rush to howl's house to commit arson. whichever one it is, it's not a good thing, you had known bada for a long time, long enough for you to understand that once bada feel something, she feels it hard, she would not take it lightly, and she would not drop the topic until it's done.

"does he fuck better than me?" bada asked, low enough for no one else to hear, but loud enough for you to catch it. yet you decide to ask again, acting like you didn't hear her.

"what did you just say?" you asked.

big mistake

bada look at you attentively, and you could see her rolling her tongue from the inside of her cheek before she sigh loudly, her shoulder relax and bada redirect her gaze onto your hand that is currently squeezing hers. she grabs you by your wrist as she yanks you up to your feet and pull you into the bathroom.

instinctively, you followed her as she drag you in one of the stall and lock the door behind her. you follow her movement closely while you furrow your brows at her action.

"i said, does he fuck you better than me?", bada ask again, this time her voice much more lower and aggressive, she let go of your wrist, her tall figure tower over you as she push you down to sit.

"what do you mean?" you ask while looking up at bada. and in this small confined space, she look like she could eat you up alive.

bada crouch down, her face lean in closer to yours as she said "we fucked before, didn't we? before you date that little pathetic dude, it was one hell of a night wasn't it? i still remember you moaning my name darling, don't act like you forget. i know you miss how i fuck you senseless that night."

you pursed your lips into a thin line. you hate to admit it, you hate to think that you love bada and just use howl as a distraction. you hate to admit that when you have sex with howl, all you could think about is bada's touch, her name, her voice, her kiss. and that's why you usually deny his touch. you hate to admit that you're in love with your bestfriend.

"cat got your tounge baby?" bada chuckle, she knows she's right, she doesn't need you to confirm for it to be true. she lean in again, dangerously close to you as she kiss you on your lip.

it's a soft kiss, she only kiss you lightly, not even fully put her lips onto yours yet.

it's a teasing kiss, you realize, it's a trap. a trap in which you would gladly jump in, and so you put your arms around her neck and pull bada closer to you, almost slamming her whole body onto yours as you kiss her hard.

and fuck, you can feel bada smirk from behind the kiss as she knows you had fully jump into the bottomless pit. she knows you're all hers to love, to care, just her baby.

her hands roam around your body as she let one of them get under your shirt, pulling down your bra to squeeze your chest softly. and you moan into the kiss as she did that, your body voluntarily curve into her touch.

"so needy" she said softly, breaking apart from your kiss to hold your chin up and take a good look at you. your face all red and flustered, your lips puffy from the harsh kiss, and your breath quicken to have some air in your lung "such a pretty girl for me."

bada chuckle lightly, her tall figure bending down to give you a quick peck on your lips as a way to comfort you before she slowly kneel down on the bathroom floor, all while keeping eyes contact with you.

her hands travel up to your knees as she spread your legs apart slowly, and you groan in frustration at her action "stop teasing" you breath out lightly.

bada smirk and kiss your inner thigh, giving you only a small amount of what you actually need, and at some point, you decide to just grab her tie to pull her head up and low your upper body down to talk.

"it's either you fuck me right here, right now, or i'll be sliding my way back to howl."

bada groan at your comment, "so demanding i see" she said softly, and then she chuckle "well, if you already know what you want" she pull you up to stand on your feet before she switch place with you and place you on her thigh "ride it".

you stop in motion, shock at what you just heard.

"why the face darling? you were so demanding just a second ago, and now you can't even do it yourself?" bada ask, her left hand hold on to your waist to keep it in place before her right hand slide down to pull your panty to the side and she dip two fingers inside of your wet folds, her eyes bore into the way you would jump lightly as she insert her fingers in.

"fuck" you breath out, feeling bada moving her fingers inside of you slowly, dragging it on your gummy wall, her thumb is place on your clit as she draw circle around it.

"such a slut, your pussy is so wet and yet you don't have the gut to ride on my thigh? pathetic bitch" bada laugh, her voice low and dark as she fasten her pace.

"fuck, bada" you moan, your eyes hazy from how good she makes you feel, you wrap your arms around her neck as you rest your head on her shoulder, having no energy to even sit straight anymore.

"so loud, remember we're in public baby, anyone can walk their merry way into here right now, so you better shut your mouth" bada whisper into your ear.

fuck she is such a tease, she told you to shut up, but she keep quicken her pace, and you swear you could hear the squelching sound from your own pussy as she finger you senselessly.

her long fingers hitting all the right spot inside of you as you groan softly into her ear, your leg shaking lightly as your body keep jerking up from the build up stimulation.

"bada" you call out to her softly, indicating to her that you're very close.

and yet, she suddenly stop, her face display a smirk as she raise her eyebrow at you, and you oh so hate her right now.

'ride it' she mouthed, her fingers still inside of you, and she teasingly curve it a bit to hit your G-spot.

you bite your lower lip, your mood slowly going down from the ruined orgasm, but you are still not satisfy, and you suck your pride up before you slowly move your hip, giving in to bada satisfaction. all you know is that you have to please your bestfriend if you want to let go of the tension in your lower part.

"now we're actually on to something" she whisper into your ears, her fingers match your pace as she circle your clit "such a good slut for me, so obedient aren't you, good girl."

you moan lightly, your hip moving on her thigh, trying to make her fingers hit the right spot, you're desperate. you move your head to kiss bada harshly, you bite onto bada's lower lip every time you want to moan, and your tongue find its way into her mouth as you give her a sloppy kiss.

by the time you're done kissing, bada groan as she plunge another finger into you, and she just hold your waist down before her fingers curve up to hit your G-spot, her thumb that is circling your clit fasten its pace.

"who is fucking you?" she ask, her fingers quicken its pace again, dragging around your wall and abusing your spongey G spot.

the air is so hot, you can feel yourself melting into bada's touch, her hand on your waist seems like it's burning a mark into your skin. permanently mark you as her own.

"bada" you breath out, your chest raise up and down quickly as you try to get in as much air as you could, sweat rolling down your forehead as you groan into the crook of bada neck, and as you slowly reaching your orgasm, your back arch and you shake lightly.

"that's right baby, it's me that's fucking you, not howl, not anyone else, me, the bada lee."

and with that, you reach your orgasm, you groan loudly and your body shake as you see stars in the back of your eyes. your head rest on bada's shoulder as she slowly pull her fingers out of you. she plant a soft kiss onto your hair before asking you a question.

"so, you still want to date him?" she ask.

and you softly shake your head.

#bada lee x reader #bada lee #bada lee x y/n #swf2 x reader #bada smut #bada x reader #lee bada #bada lee smut #⟢ tod's chaos

[luciolefire]

Caught a tod yesterday

#firefly speaks #posting something chill before the chaos that will be tonight & tomorrow #here. have a tod

[takunwilliams]

author fleck 

#the joker #Arthur fleck #tod phillips #director #mvie #movie #film #bad guy #comedian #smile #laugh #mental health #social comentary #batman #riddler #crime #cards #chance #chaos #balance #light #dark #bruce wayne #comics #charcter #pop art #popular #oscar

[irisesindigo]

from my friend

#we're playing tod i got dared to post something on socmed so here we are #lmao #the chaos archive

[torasplanet]

bd!dabi and y/n’s reaction at parent teacher conference when the teacher says kaedes getting picked on

oh a parent teacher conference in general is absolutely chaos no matter what the results are but when it's a conference out of no where...that's different.

dabi immediately assumes that kaede got in trouble and he's a PROUD man "i know he'd turn out like me sooner or later, you're too soft." or something along the lines of that is stuff he'd say on the way but you're just confused because kaede's always been a good child, maybe he's just falling a little behind from his other classmates?

well, you were wrong. when his teacher told you that he was getting picked on, all you could do is sit there shocked and ask them how this even happened but dabi...oh he's already yelling. he's shouting, full-on threatening everyone even people who aren't even in the room "where is this brat!? where are their parents huh!" there is no calming him down now, he's going to keep yelling until he sees this kid's parents and even then he'll keep yelling.

when kaede finally is brought in the room, he has tears in his eyes and spilled milk all over his uniform that was in his arms, he was wearing his spares instead. and it just makes you begin to cry but dabi just gets even more enraged "how long has this even been happening?" he asks the teacher while you picked up your son who muttered to you that he wanted to go home.

"we don't know, we only saw it tod–" how!? they're five, how hard can it be to watch over them?" dabi yells as you run your fingers through kaede's hair, when you see that your boyfriend is getting too upset, you go to him and put your hand on his shoulder which at least draws his attention from his anger for a second.

a sigh leaves his throat "take him to the car." but you refuse "no, you take him." you said putting your child into dabi's arms. he tried to debate with you but ultimately you won, you didn't need him to fight every single person in this school and get kaede kicked out.

"kaede." dabi said and his crying son looked up at him with a quivering bottom lip "don't tell mommy but tonight we're gonna light that little fucker's house on fire." kaede gasped at his father's foul language "no cursing...and violent isn't nice." and dabi only sighed. even in a state of sobbing, kaede still remembered the things you taught him.

"fine...we're just gonna get that little...kid expelled. grandpa is useful after all." dabi said flashing his son a small smile making kaede giggle. dabi HATESSSSS talking to enji but, sometimes he can be useful and this is one of those times. thanks to you for forcing him to keep talking to his family.

#torasplanet.ᐟ #dabi x reader #mha dabi #babydaddy!dabi #grandpa enji is RICH #dabi's still gonna lit something on fire. #marls-drabbles.ᐟ #mha x reader

[wingedblooms]

Bright as the dawn

This meta is a continuation of Forbidden secrets and Blooming dreams, as it explores how Elain—glowing with the dawn—might restore the land and Cauldron, and has major spoilers for hofas. Please avoid if needed.

Long ago, Wyrd (Mother/Cauldron/Fate/Chaos) was once bound to the soul of Prythian’s world. She was pure, undiluted life until she was warped into a tool of destruction by the Asteri, imbued with their magic through, theoretically, the Void in the Book of Breathings. They claimed the magic of the land (most likely using ley lines, which seem to be the threads or veins of the land’s soul) to hide magic that would sustain them, much like how the Starborn daughters hid pieces of magic in the land where the ley lines—the fabric of the world—wove together, overlapping like a braid in a larger tapestry.

As we saw in the prophetic weaver scene with Feyre and Elain in acofas, iridescent light—embodying Hope—is the only light that can pierce the Void. We may see Elain and Azriel wield these elements through Truth-Teller and Gwydion to unmake the Asteri’s magical chains on the land and/or Wyrd, but I have also wondered if Elain herself, or in combination with someone else’s raw magic as @offtorivendell so beautifully wrote in her Dusk meta, could heal and unheal, make and unmake.

If Elain and Azriel address the land and Wyrd plot Sarah has set up, then I could see them mapping the secrets of the land and releasing the sacred peaks first, which might affect what many of us suspect is Elain’s pure, natural magic that mirrors the Wyrd and her land: Life itself. These challenges may help her level up as @willowmeres has suggested, and will teach her what she needs to know to unbind and restore Wyrd, which is likely to be more complex.

Wyrd was imbued with the Asteri’s magic, which in discussion with @silverlinedeyes, @psychee92, @cassianfanclub, @offtorivendell, and @psychologynerd at different points, reminded me of how the Valg imbued objects with their essence, and their essence was often described as a void.

It was a void. It was a new, dark hell.

Her magic had been a pulsing star that flared against the wall that the darkness had crafted between the top of his spine and the rest of it. She knew—knew without testing—that if she bypassed it, jumped right to the base of his spine … it would find her there, too. (tod)

The Asteri, like the Valg, devour light (life) like the Void in that weaver’s tapestry. It’s probably no coincidence that the Book of Breathings is made of two halves: Chaos and Void. Void may have very well been added by the Asteri to control the magic they imbued in Urd, and what was left behind might even be feeding off of the living half, Chaos (Wyrd). It may not be a matter of solely unbinding the two halves of the book.

Some wounds—like those inflicted by creatures of the Void—require the healer to walk the road with the patient.

If she could even find a way to help him. She’d promised to heal him, and though some injuries required the healer to walk the road with their patient, this injury of his— (tod)

Yrene learns how to destroy the Void by walking this road with Chaol, and I imagine something similar will be required of Elain. Yrene must tread where she fears to go most. In each big healing scene, she travels to the very core—or root—of the wound and uses her pure, undiluted powers of life to unbind her patient from the Valg and unmake the rotting void within them. She connects with them in body and soul, just like Elain might with Wyrd through her sight. Elain will also likely need to tread where she fears most to go, descending into Wyrd (magically and/or physically) to where the dark void festers.

And since this is no small feat, I imagine it rivaling the unmaking of Erawan:

Erawan panted as he approached. “Healer,” he breathed, his unholy power emanating from him like a black aura.

She backed away a step, closer to the balcony rail.

The dark king followed her, a predator closing in on long-awaited prey. “Do you know how long I have looked for you?” The wind tossed his golden hair.

“Do you even know what you can do?”

She hesitated, slamming into the balcony rail behind her, the drop so hideously endless.

“How do you think we took the keys in the first place?” A hateful, horrible smile. “In my world, your kind exists, too. Not healers to us, but executioners. Death-maidens. Capable of healing—but also unhealing. Unbinding the very fabric of life. Of worlds.” Erawan smirked. “So we took your kind. Used them to unbind the Wyrdgate. To rip the three pieces of it from its very essence. Maeve never learned it—and never shall.” His jagged breathing deepened as he savored each word, each step closer. “It took all of them to hew the keys from the gate—every one of the healers amongst my kind. But you, with your gifts—it would only take you to do it again. And with the keys now returned to the gate …” Another smile. “Maeve thinks I left to kill you, destroy you. Your little fire-queen thought so, too. She could not conceive that I wanted to find you. Before Maeve. Before any harm could come to you. And now that I have … What fun you and I shall have, Yrene Towers.”

Erawan reveals that Yrene, as a healer with raw magic, can unbind the very fabric of life, of worlds. If Elain was given the vision and gifts (such powers) to restore the land and Wyrd, as many of us suspect, she is going to need to unmake the magic of the parasite Asteri and unbind Urd from the soul, or fabric, of the world.

[…] Erawan’s power swelled, but Yrene was already glowing, bright as the far-off dawn.

Lysandra opened her talons, delicately dropping Yrene to the balcony stones, light streaming off her as she sprinted headfirst to Erawan.

[…]

Erawan screamed. But the sound was nothing compared to what came out of him as Yrene reached him, hands like burning stars, and slammed them upon his chest.

The world slowed and warped.

Yet Yrene was not afraid.

Not afraid at all of the blinding white light that erupted from her, searing into Erawan.

He arched, shrieking, but Damaris held him down, that ancient blade unwavering.

His dark power rose, a wave to devour the world.

[…]

Yrene did not let it touch her. Touch any of them.

Hope.

It was hope that Chaol had said she carried with her. Hope that now grew in her womb.

For a better future. For a free world.

[…]

The gods might have been gone, Silba with them, but Yrene could have sworn she felt those warm, gentle hands guiding her. Pushing upon Erawan’s chest as he thrashed, the force of a thousand dark suns trying to rip her apart.

Her power tore through them all.

Tore and shredded and ripped into him, into the writhing worm that lay inside.

The parasite. The infection that fed on life, on strength, on joy.

Distantly, far away, Yrene knew she was incandescent with light, brighter than a noontime sun. Knew that the dark king beneath her was nothing more than a writhing pit of snakes, biting at her, trying to poison her light.

You have no power over me, Yrene said to him. Into the body that housed that parasite of parasites.

I shall rip you apart, he hissed. Starting with that babe in your—

A thought and Yrene’s power flared brighter. Erawan screamed.

The power of creation and destruction. That’s what lay within her.

Life-Giver. World-Maker.

Bit by bit, she burned him up. Starting at his limbs, working inward.

Yrene glows bright as the far-off dawn, which reminded me of Elain glowing like the sun at dawn when her hair is unbound. This very subtle detail is one of many that might make Elain’s journey unique—her gifts seem to be deeply connected, or bound if you will, to both the land and Wyrd. I believe her journey might mirror the unbinding of the land and Wyrd: her powers fully blooming as the land does around her, and a bond she does not want unmade by the end. She is bound to Lucien against her will, just as he is to her, so will she unbind them by unraveling Urd’s unnatural chains? Will she feel a bond that is true in spirit at her core, or will she need to make her own with Azriel? A maker of her own fate. There are so many interesting possibilities that could be explored in their book.

And like the near-twin to her sister, Elain might possess pure, undiluted life like Yrene, allowing her to tear out void like the invasive presence it is.

And when her magic began to slow, Yrene held out a hand.

She didn’t feel the sting of her palm cutting open. Barely felt the pressure of the callused hand that linked with hers.

But when Dorian Havilliard’s raw magic barreled into her, Yrene gasped.

Gasped and turned into starlight, into warmth and strength and joy.

[…]

Yrene’s power was life itself. Pure, undiluted life. It nearly brought Dorian to his knees as it met with his own. As he handed over his power to her, willingly and gladly, Erawan prostrate before them. Impaled.

The demon king screamed.

[…]

Erawan could do nothing. Nothing against that raw magic, joining with Yrene’s, weaving into that world-making power.

The entire city, the plain, became blindingly bright. So bright that Elide and Lysandra shielded their eyes. Even Dorian shut his.

But Yrene saw it then. What lay at Erawan’s core.

The twisted, hateful creature inside. Old and seething, pale as death. Pale, from an eternity in darkness so complete it had never seen sunlight.

Had never seen her light, which now scalded his moon-white, ancient flesh.

Erawan writhed, contorting on the ground of whatever this place was inside him.

Pathetic, Yrene simply said.

[…]

And it was with the image of her mother still shining before him, showing him that mistake he’d never known he made, that Yrene clenched her fingers into a fist.

Erawan screamed.

Yrene’s fingers clenched tighter, and distantly, she felt her physical hand doing the same. Felt the sting of her nails cutting into her palms.

She did not listen to Erawan’s pleas. His threats.

She only tightened her fist. More and more.

Until he was nothing but a dark flame within it.

Until she squeezed her fist, one final time, and that dark flame snuffed out.

Yrene had the feeling of falling, of tumbling back into herself. And she was indeed falling, rocking back into Lysandra’s furry body, her hand slipping from Dorian’s. (koa)

When she is done, Yrene falls, tumbles back into herself like someone with the gift of sight. Elain’s sight is probably more extensive, but I think it’ll look very similar—part of her there, part of her deep within Wyrd (the Cauldron). And even with the vision and gifts Urd gave her, Elain will probably need help. Will she combine her raw magic with Azriel, like Yrene does with Dorian? Or her sisters like @silverlinedeyes, @offtorivendell, and I (as well as others I’m sure) have discussed? Or even in some kind of dawn ritual where priestesses, like healers, create a living chain of blooming life to ground and amplify her magic? I don’t know what I would love more, honestly.

Once the magic of the Asteri is unmade and Wyrd is unbound, I hope there is a scene where we finally see the goddess through Elain’s eyes, and Elain—like the calm and loving and resilient stag in this Fantasia sequence—reaches out her hand, lifts her up and out of the place that once chained her to the Void, and lets her power, pure and natural, flow through her before it rushes into the soul of the land, which can now rejoice with her freely.

#hofas spoilers #elain archeron #healer of the land and urd #mother cauldron fate #stone mother #bright as the dawn #her journey mirrors the land and goddess #mother incarnate #elriel #elain x azriel #archeron sisters #prythian priestesses #living chain of life

[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

Every time Amy hosts game night, it always inevitably ends it chaos because everyone is super competitive, including her, though Sonic, Knuckles and Shadow are the worst offenders. That still doesn't stop them from doing it all over again next week, but they're all absolutely banned from playing truth or dare. (Sonic and Tails are exceptionally good at charades because the former was mute when they were younger and the latter learned how to read him like a book as a result)

*the incident that got ToD banned in the house*

Shadow: okay truth or dare Sonic: truth Shadow, was really hoping he'd pick "dare": oh ugh idk. what's your favorite color Sonic: triangle. your turn do you like men

[labellefleur-sauvage]

DILF Daydreamin'

Lucien would be a great dad, Elain thought suddenly. The image of him holding and caring for their eventual children came completely unbidden to her mind, like a metaphorical bell that wouldn’t stop ringing in her ears. He’d be so sweet and supportive and fun-

Woah, settle down girl, Elain thought. You’ve only been dating him for a few months. One afternoon babysitting your nephew isn’t enough proof that Lucien would be a good dad, if he even wants that.

Elain discovers she likes the idea of making Lucien a DILF. Elain also discovers that Lucien likes the idea of Elain making him a DILF.

For @elucienweekofficial 2023 Day 7: This smut! I have no excuses. The title gives you everything you need to know (full tags are on the AO3 link), so don't say I didn't warn ya. Thank you for the event organizers for making Elucien Week 2023 so much fun!

Rating: Very Explicit

Words: 4K

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XXX

“God, Elain, you’re a lifesaver.”

Elain Archeron stood in the foyer of her sister and brother in law’s once pristine house, a slight grimace on her face. She understood why Feyre had called her the evening before, sounding exhausted and trying to sound desperately like she wasn’t begging Elain to babysit her nephew so she and Rhys could have a few hours of blissful silence to clean and sleep. Feyre stood in front of her now, looking just as weary as she sounded. 

“He’s a precocious boy, isn't he?” Elain hummed as she surveyed the damage around her. A brown blob she prayed was chocolate was splattered on the tile floors, paint scribbles decorated the white walls, small Lego bricks formed a veritable minefield in the hallway all the way to the kitchen, and other random toys—plastic cars, a stuffed bat, picture books—littered any open space on the floors and furniture around her.

“Geez,” a deep voice said behind Elain. “For a little guy, he sure can cause a lot of destruction, huh?”

Elain tilted her head and smiled softly as her boyfriend Lucien stood behind her and looked over Nyx’s path of destruction. They were still in the honeymoon phase of their new relationship, and Elain had been worried when she called him last night to cancel the picnic in the park they had planned for the next day.

“We can just bring him with us,” Lucien responded easily. “He can’t be that difficult to manage. He’ll wear himself out, I’m sure.”

Now Elain wondered if perhaps Lucien may have underestimated the task ahead of them.

“He got into my painting supplies,” Feyre said, watching Lucien’s eyes settle on the walls. “He was so excited to show me his little masterpiece this morning.”

Elain grinned. “Maybe you have another painter on your hands.”

“More like another agent of chaos, like his father,” Feyre said conspiratorially. “Come on,” she motioned, waving Elain and Lucien into her house, “we have everything in the kitchen. We already have everything packed—don’t worry, that’s just chocolate—including food, toys, extra clothes, all that. He has a little bit of eczema on his arms, so we can only use this special sunscreen on him—it’s in the bag. Oh, and he still doesn’t quite understand that not every puppy is friendly, so if you see any dogs around, keep an eye on him so he doesn’t run and try to make a new friend. Here he is!”

They entered the kitchen to see Rhys strapping Nyx into his car seat. Her brother in law’s normally perfectly styled hair was disheveled and greasy looking. His white shirt had no less than four distinct, suspicious stains, and his gray sweatpants were ripped in several places. He had the same tired, wan complexion as his wife, though his face brightened like Feyre’s did when she saw Elain and Lucien.

“Our saviors!” Rhys grinned. “I’ve already told Nyx that he’s going to the park today and he has to be on his best behavior, so I hope that’s still the plan,” he said, looking nervously between Elain and Lucien. 

“It is,” Elain said brightly, standing in front of Nyx in his carseat. “We’re going to have so much fun today, aren’t we!” She tickled his belly and he clapped his hands excitedly. 

“Lain, lain!”

“And we have someone else joining us today,” she said, dragging Lucien over to stand next to her. “Nyx, this is Lucien.”

“Hey buddy,” Lucien said softly, grinning at Nyx. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun at the park today.”

Nyx stared solemnly at Lucien but perked up when he heard the word ‘park.’ He smiled and squirmed in his car seat. 

“Go, go!”

“His new favorite word,” Feyre said. “Which means it’s probably time for you three to head out, unless you want a full blown tantrum soon.”

“Aye aye, Captain,” Elain said as Lucien grabbed the handle of Nyx’s car seat and started wading back through the trenches to the front door. 

“He has a lot of energy!” Feyre called after them. 

“We got it!” Elain called back.

“He’s one toddler, how bad could it be?” Lucien asked as he buckled the car seat into his SUV. “Right, my man? I bet you’ll be ready for a nap after an hour of playing.”

Apparently, Nyx was up for the challenge.

“How is he… still going?” Lucien puffed weakly, his hands on his knees as he tried to recover his breathing. “He just won’t stop. What is that kid running on? He hasn’t eaten in hours!”

“I’m hungry just watching him,” Elain panted. She was in her nicest yellow sundress and wasn’t able to keep up with her nephew and Lucien, but she was trying her hardest. They had been at the park for nearly three hours and Nyx hadn’t stopped running since his little feet hit the grass. They had already gone down every slide in the huge park a dozen times, ran and jumped over every piece of playground equipment they could find, rode the old fashioned carousel twice, played in the decommissioned old fashion fire truck—though Nyx was too afraid to go down the firepole, even in Lucien’s arms—and had wandered down to the pond to feed the ducks and geese. 

“I should have put my Apple Watch on him, see how many steps he’s taken.” Lucien wiped the sweat off his forehead. 

“I don’t think we’ve invented a number that high.”

“Loo! Loo!”

Nyx was standing next to a baby swing seat, thumping his chubby hand against the plastic.

“Loo! Go, go!”

“Impressive,” Elain smirked. “You already have a nickname. And he wants you to push him on the swing.”

“Lain and Loo,” Lucien said, wrapping his arm around her waist and kissing her briefly. “We should get matching couple shirts.”

Elain hummed happily as butterflies tumbled in her stomach at his suggestion. “Go on, go play with Nyx for a bit and I’ll get everything for the picnic ready.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and pushed him away playfully when he went back for another kiss.

She took her time setting up a picnic table with all their food, then ambled her way towards the swing set. Lucien was excitedly pushing Nyx in a chair-style swing, her nephew’s chubby little legs waving in the wind. Every now and then Lucien would duck to the side of the swing and pop up right in front of Nyx, much to his glee. His shrieks of laughter rang through the air as Lucien laughed right along with him, and Elain lost her breath.

Lucien was stunning. He had put his long red hair in a ponytail and his golden brown skin was flushed with the summer heat and the exertion of pushing Nyx. His biceps bulged with the effort and his shirt revealed a bit of trailing red hair on his toned stomach as it rode up whenever he lifted his arms. 

All of his attention was on Nyx, though. Lucien looked genuinely happy to be pushing his girlfriend’s nephew for the hundredth time. He didn’t look annoyed or put out that the picnic he had painstakingly planned for the two of them now included an energetic toddler. Her boyfriend’s eyes were filled with excitement, his smile big and bright, his enthusiasm contagious. 

Lucien would be a great dad, Elain thought suddenly. The image of him holding and caring for their eventual children came completely unbidden to her mind, like a metaphorical bell that wouldn’t stop ringing in her ears. He’d be so sweet and supportive and fun—

Woah, settle down girl, Elain thought. You’ve only been dating him for a few months. One afternoon babysitting your nephew isn’t enough proof that Lucien would be a good dad, if he even wants that.

But the images wouldn’t go away. Like it was right in front of her, she could see Lucien pushing a redheaded girl in a swing, her hair blowing in the breeze, or going down a slide with a little boy with her brown curls. It was all so clear and so lifelike. He’d be so kind and gentle and nurturing to their kids. 

“Earth to Elain. Hey! Elain?”

Elain blinked. Lucien was giving Nyx a few weak pushes and staring at Elain with a furrowed brow.

“You alright? You were kind of staring at us and zoning out.”

“Uh huh,” she said noncommittally. That was embarrassing; they were still so new together, and the topic of potential future families hadn’t come up yet. 

“You sure? You look a little flushed.”

“Just the heat!” she replied with a fake grin. “Come on you, time for food.” Elain plucked Nyx out of the swing and put him on her hip, refusing to look Lucien in the eyes. “Your mommy packed you all your favorites,” she told Nyx, pinching his red little cheeks. “Goldfish and applesauce and berries.” Nyx smiled at her and Elain took that as a sign he might actually eat some food. 

She turned and headed to their table. “I could eat a horse,” she said. “I’m really glad we packed a whole bag of those barbecue potato chips.” 

The only reply was Nyx’s little babbles. Elain looked around—Lucien wasn’t with her. Turning back, she saw him standing by the swings, staring after Elain with a dazed and surprised look. 

“Is the heat getting to you too?” she called back to him. 

Lucien’s eyes darted up to hers before he ran his hands over his face. “Yeah,” he called back, making his way towards them. “Guess I forgot what it felt like to stand still.”

By the time they finished their food and went for one last ride on the carousel, Nyx finally started to slow down. They went down a few of his favorite slides before packing everything up and heading back to Feyre’s house.

They returned a napping Nyx to his refreshed parents and a much cleaner house, then made a hasty retreat back to Elain’s apartment. She thought her and Lucien would have a quiet evening consisting of takeout food and Netflix, before going to bed early so they could recover from their tiring day. 

Taking energy inspiration from Nyx, her boyfriend had other ideas. 

Lucien had carried her to her bedroom and unceremoniously dumped her on the bed, tearing off her clothes, and was currently between her thighs, his tongue making clever twists and turns over her folds. He was good at everything in bed, but he seemed to take a particular shine to eat Elain out. 

“Fuck!” Elain gasped as one of his fingers entered her slick channel, her eyes fluttering close. He thrust his finger inside her as his stiff tongue flicked the head of her clit. She was so close, and she wanted to come on his face before coming on his cock. All she had to do was lay back and relax. 

Instead, her mind wandered. She thought of the casual strength Lucien had displayed when he carried her to bed, and the warm smile on his face, and was instantly reminded of Lucien pushing Nyx on the swing, how good he was with her nephew, and how natural caring for a child came to him. 

He crooked his finger just right inside her and a bolt of lightning shot down her spine. “Oh fuck Daddy, yes!”

Lucien stopped moving completely and it took a few seconds for Elain to register the silence in the room. She whined and thrust her hips up towards his face, her oncoming orgasm swiftly departing, when she finally opened her eyes to look at him. His eyebrows were raised, eyes wide, and what she had blurted out suddenly came back to her.

“Oh God,” Elain whispered, mortified. 

“That wasn’t what you just called me,” Lucien quipped, unable to keep a smirk from his face as he pulled his finger from her cunt.

But this was no laughing matter. She had just called her boyfriend of only a few months—a few months! They weren’t even living together!—Daddy, one of the kinkiest things she could imagine. This might even be too much for Lucien to handle, freak that he was. 

Sex with Lucien was great. He was enthusiastic, listened to her, wanted her to have as many orgasms as possible, and had the stamina of a racehorse, with a cock to match. He was the complete package—no pun intended—and she had just called him Daddy. She had never been so embarrassed in her life. 

“I’m sorry!” Elain moaned, covering her beet red face with her hands. “I don’t know where that came from!”

Lucien hummed and kissed her inner thighs. “I can hazard a guess. Maybe the sight of seeing me with Nyx today made your brain think of me with our future kids. Less Daddy kink and more… DILF kink.”

Shoot. Her. Now. She was not having this discussion, preferably at all, but especially not with a new boyfriend. 

Elain shuddered and fought to keep her breathing steady. She didn’t trust herself to answer. She peeked out from behind her fingers. Lucien stared up at her, an eyebrow cocked, waiting for an answer. 

“Um, y-yeah, I guess,” she stuttered out. “Just a weird, one time, slip of the mind. Biological clock is ticking, and all that.”

“It doesn’t have to be one time.” 

Oh, god. Why was Elain surprised that Lucien would be into this? She had quickly learned over the course of their relationship that he was a certified freak in the sheets. The difference was, he had been the one who always brought any new kinks into the bedroom. Elain wasn’t sure if she wanted her first foray into kink to be calling her boyfriend Daddy without any prior discussion on the topic.

“I saw you today, watching me with Nyx.” Lucien’s voice had gone deeper, his eyes hooded. He trailed the tips of his fingers over the soft skin of her inner thighs and hips, and Elain shivered. “At first I just thought you were worried I’d drop him or something. But then,” he suddenly thrust two fingers into her heat and Elain gasped, “I noticed you giving me that same look you have on right now.”

“And what look is that?” Elain was torn: she desperately wanted Lucien to continue, but her own embarrassment made her want to crawl away and hide for a week. 

“Your ‘fuck me now’ look,” he said, thrusting his thick fingers in and out of her pussy. “Your eyes get all hazy and you bite your lip and you start squirming, like you need my hard cock in you or you’ll go crazy—yeah, just like that. And seeing me with Nyx made you that way, hm?”

“Lucien, please,” Elain whimpered. 

“Please what? Answer me: did seeing me with a baby turn you on?”

“Yes,” she groaned, mortified. She closed her eyes. 

“Good, because seeing you like that was so fucking hot.”

Elain gasped as Lucien withdrew his fingers from her body and manhandled her so she was on her knees and elbows, her ass in the air. He settled in behind her and knocked her knees further apart with his own. She was vibrating with anticipation as she felt his hard length between her legs. 

“Seems you're not too embarrassed now, huh?” Elain couldn’t see his face but knew Lucien was grinning slyly at her. 

Elain huffed and merely arched her back even further, sticking her ass up closer to him. 

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” Elain yelped, blushing at her reaction. 

“Then use your words. What do you want?”

“I want you in me.”

Lucien scoffed. “Is that all? That’s not very original.”

She groaned in embarrassment and buried her head in her pillow. “I want you to come in me,” Elain mumbled, speaking more into the bed below her than Lucien over her.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you,” he cooed in a sing-song voice. 

Elain gritted her teeth. She didn’t mind being teased but she was quickly growing frustrated that she hadn’t come yet and that Lucien appeared to be making light of her embarrassment.

“I want you to fuck me and I want you to come in me!” she snapped, looking over her shoulder to glare at Lucien. 

He gave her a cocky grin. “Was that so hard?” Not giving her time to answer, Lucien shoved her face down into the bed and ran his cock over her slick folds. 

“God, you’re so perfect Elain,” he groaned, notching the fat head of his cock at her pussy. “But you know what?” Lucien leaned down to whisper in her ear. She shivered. “Seeing you holding a baby on your hip today made me think all the same things you were thinking about me.” He sunk into her slowly, letting her adjust to his girth before withdrawing and sinking just a little bit deeper inside her. “Made me wonder what our kids would look like, how you’d look holding them.”

Elain gasped for air as Lucien finally settled all of his cock inside her, stretching her out and filling her. She took several uneven, heaving breaths, not only from his length, but the realization that Lucien had the same dirty fantasies as her. She relaxed in the knowledge that he wasn’t disgusted by her—quite the opposite, apparently—and wriggled her hips in an unspoken gesture to move. 

Gripping her hips and cursing quietly to himself, Lucien set a fast pace, his powerful hips snapping against her ass. Elain moaned and hung her head between her arms. Lucien always seemed to know exactly how she wanted to be fucked, how hard he needed to go or whether she wanted something slower. 

He gave a rough thrust and she yelped. God, it felt like his cock was halfway in her stomach. She clenched around him and Lucien’s answering moan made her tremble. He fucked her even faster, and Elain gripped her duvet cover so hard she thought she might tear it if she wasn’t careful. This was absolute perfection. Lucien was absolute perfection—

“Have you thought of it before? Me as a DILF?”

Well, maybe not. Elain snorted and laughed through her moans. He was still fucking her roughly, though he slowed down to laugh with her at his ridiculous statement. 

“I haven’t before,” she said, turning to look back and up at him and grinning. “But I’m definitely going to now.” 

Lucien grinned and leaned down to kiss her shoulder, placing a solid hand over hers on the bed and lacing their fingers together. His other hand wandered down to her lower stomach and pressed against her, his cock leisurely stroking in and out of her tight depths. 

“Not now, but maybe one day, you’ll make me a dad, yeah?” His breath was warm against the shell of her ear. “Let me come in you until it takes, right here?”

“Yes, yes,” Elain whimpered, screwing her eyes shut at the dirty image his words conjured in her mind. She knew he loved coming in her, but she thought, like most men, Lucien just had a fascination with his come, not a full on breeding kink. His words sent flutters throughout her lower belly and Lucien moaned as her pussy tightened around him. His hand on her stomach moved between her legs and slowly started caressing her clit as he fucked her, his hips rutting into her as he hunched over her. 

“Say it.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Fuck, Elain, I need you to come now.” His fingers circled her clit as thrust into her, his breathing harsh between her shoulder blades. “God, please say you’re close.”

There were too many sensations within and around her: Lucien’s warm hand holding her own, the wet smacking of their flesh joining, his rough fingers on her clit, and his cock hitting her so deep his come wouldn’t have far to go if he really was trying to knock her up. 

It was that sudden realization that did her in. With a final strangled gasp Elain came, her walls fluttering and squeezing Lucien’s cock so hard that he came only a moment later. Groaning, he dug his teeth into her shoulder, leaving a temporary part of himself in the indentations in her flesh. 

He panted against her raggedly. His fingers tenderly stroked the sides of her clit as she quivered through the aftershocks of her orgasm. She felt sweaty and tired but content. 

“Do you have one more left in you?” Lucien asked quietly, his fingers brushing the sensitive head of her bud. 

Elain wriggled underneath his big body. She was dangerously close to becoming overstimulated, little shocks of discomfort blazing through her clit the more he touched her. A few tears gathered at the corner of her eyes. “Oh, Lucien…”

“Just one more,” he said soothingly, kissing her along her jaw and neck as his fingers picked up their pace. “Need to make sure you keep all my come inside you so you can give me a baby. Fuck, you’d look so beautiful pregnant.”

Sobbing, Elain came again, weak aftershocks flooding her body. Lucien turned her head towards his to kiss her, swallowing her feeble cries with his soft lips. Finally, after what seemed like ages, Lucien withdrew his hand and his cock from her body, running soothing circles over her skin as she collapsed face first onto the bed, trembling. 

A warm hand skimmed the back of her thigh, up and up, then kneaded one of her ass cheeks. “I love seeing my come dripping out of your pretty cunt,” Lucien rasped in her ear, sweetly kissing her before he rolled down next to her on the bed like he hadn’t just completely rocked Elain’s world. He took her hand in his, entwining their sweaty palms together. 

Elain turned her head and peeked at him. Lucien was covered in a thin layer of sweat, his face and upper chest flushed. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily through his mouth. The most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, Elain thought, taken aback, once again, by how damned lucky she was. 

“You’re still on birth control, right?” Lucien asked, cracking a single eye open to look at her.

“Oh yeah, I still have a few years left.”

“Oh, thank God. Knew you did, but in the heat of the moment…”

“What, you weren’t serious about knocking up the girl you’ve only been seeing a few months?” Elain asked sarcastically, arching an eyebrow and smirking at him as she turned over to lay on her side towards him. 

He scoffed. “Well, not yet at least. My mom would kill me if I got you pregnant and we weren’t married.”

She ignored the little somersaults in her belly at hearing Lucien talk about marriage and getting her pregnant one day. “Well, I suppose I’ll just have to live with the knowledge that my insanely hot boyfriend is a sex fiend with a breeding kink,” she sighed dramatically. 

“Insanely hot boyfriend, huh?” Lucien smirked. “I’ll take it. But the real question: am I hot enough to be a DILF?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. 

“I’m not answering that,” she said.

“We could put it to the test. Give me a reason to marry you and not have my poor mother disown me.” His eager hands wandered up her legs and stomach to her breasts, caressing a peaked nipple. 

“Lucien!” Elain shrieked in laughter, hitting him with a pillow as he feebly tried to defend himself. Sometime later she would admit that yes, he’s definitely hot enough to be a DILF - as long as she was the only one who got to fuck him. 

(Lucien had no complaints about that.)

#elucienweek2023 #elucien #pro elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elain archeron x lucien vanserra #acotar #acotar fanfiction #a court of thorns and roses #my fic #my fics #WELP #look away god this doesnt concern you #this is straight up FILTH #SMUT

[silverlinedeyes]

An initial list of questions spawned from HOFAS

HOFAS spoilers below the break.

I’ve been thinking about some big and some small questions since I finished HOFAS last night and wanted to preserve them here with some of my thoughts for later discussion. I am also planning some larger theory posts to try to answer some of these questions.

Also, please reblog with any additional questions you may have if you’d like!!!

Where are the other Hel princes and what are they fighting?

Are Valg related to the Asteri or the Hel princes (or both)?

Are Valg children of the Void like the Hel princes?

Is the Under-King Valg and has he been hiding in the Under-King body living off of some of the Second Light?

How do Koschei and the Carver and the Weaver fit in with this?

Is Az also a descendant of the second daughter since he’s Starborn?

Is ToG on the same timeline as Prythian and CC?

Are the tall fae that came to Midgard from Erilea coming from the same time period depicted at the oasis in ToD when Yrene and Chaol find those carvings from the first demon wars, before Elena or Gavin were born?

Who on Prythian is a powerful enough starborn to wield and use Gwydion and TT? Is Elain? Or will the three Archeron sisters together make Theia’s light anew, as @offtorivendell @wingedblooms and I have theorized that each Archeron sister has part of Theia’s light.

Will the Archeron sisters be able to wield TT and Gwydion together to kill the unkillable—Koschei?

Did Bryce revive Dusk by taking Silene’s light back like she did Avallen when she took Theia’s light out of it? Or will someone (Elain???? Cc @wingedblooms) revive Dusk?

Does Urd = Wyrd = Chaos = the Dark Mother?

Is the temple in Hel that looks like Urd’s temple a temple to Chaos, Hel’s version of Urd and Apollion’s mother?

Were the ToG gods and the Asteri sucked (back into?) the Void, and if so, can the Void send them back or can they be retrieved from the Void by something?

What IS the connection between the gods in all these worlds, like Bryce asked when she was in Prythian?

Why do all these different fae societies oppress the females? Is it because only females can be powerful starborn, and some forces are at work to suppress that power to protect darker beings? Like how Pelias seems to have created a society that doesn’t allow women to get access to anything related to starborn to prevent another starborn queen from rising?

Can only females be powerful starborn/light wielders and can only males be powerful dark wielders/shadow wielders? Like how Hypaxia says six pointed star is two triangles, one male one female one light one dark (three brothers who are dark princes, three sisters who are starborn/princesses of light?)

Are there male lightsingers or female shadowsingers, or do singers follow these same rules?

Are morven and the murder twins descended from people from Hybern? The murder twins are daemati and remind me of the Hybern twins, and Morven’s shadows are described like ravens.

Does this mean TT has slewn two Hybern kings?

Where does the Starborn power come from?

Where in Prythian are the avallen from?

Are the Starborn and Avallen the same people?

Was Fionn the original king of darkness/shadows and theia the original queen of light/starborn queen? And are the males of their line the former, and the females the latter?

Where in Prythian did Fionn and Pelias come from?

Can TT unMake a mating bond?

Can Elain wield Gwydion and TT together to unMake her bond with Lucien and Make a bond with Azriel?

Aidas tells Hunt some higher power must have made them Mates. We have all these super powerful fae finding their powerful mates right before these huge universe altering moments. Is this part of how Urd is using them as pawns in her plans/games?

Why does Amren’s timeline not match Silene’s re the creation of the Prison? Was this just a continuity error, did Silene manipulate memories, or is this fishy on Amren’s part?

Was Enalius one of the people with Fionn and Theia on Ramiel when they made Gwydion and TT?

Did Nesta give up some of her Starborn powers when she gave back what she stole from the Cauldron, and does this mean she won’t be able to wield and use Gwydion and TT, which will lead to Elain’s role with this?

#hofas #hofas spoilers #CC theories #acotar theories #crossover theories #SJM I

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

please link five favourite fics any fandom, pass it on ✨

ow, i always feel bad doing one of these, because i always forget to mention many i like and then feel bad for forgetting.. 🥺

so i'll not so much do 'favorite', but 5 of the first fanfic i read, and which got me into fanfic.. in random order

1. list of Paulchard oneshots by writer s-s-long on Wattpad

2. Der Mönch by Engineer on fanfiktion.de

(i shared this more before)

by the way, there is also a prequel, a story that inspired this one by author Schwesterchen, which is also great

3. Herzeleid by Aya-tan and Lilylaesterlich on fanfiktion.de

This is actually by two authors, one did the Richard parts, and one the Paul parts, which is a really interesting idea (i bet they had fun writing it 😊)

4. Life model by S-s-long on Wattpad

A longer story of Paul and his friend Flake taking art classes and having to draw from a real life model (no points for guessing who)

5. 1995 by Schwesterchen on fanfiktion.de

Which is really great read with the whole Rammstein team, in an AU where the 1989 German Revolutipn had resulted into chaos and our guys are trying to make ends meet

#fanfic #rammstein #some of the first i read #and still really like

[ttoddii]

photoshoot

pairing(s): model! bada lee x f! photographer! reader

cw: fluff, very suggestive theme, kind of bratty bada, mention of smoking, non consensual picture taken?, bad grammar, lowercase intended

summary: a photoshoot with your ex girlfriend that turn out to be more than what you expect.

a/n: @missminho why did you snitch on me so i have to rush this. and to everyone else, again, i know this is not the best, but i hope you can enjoy it as much as i have fun writing it.

your eyes close shut, your body relax as you lean back to your chair. the cigarette still burning in your hand as you groan.

"not her again" you mumble, eyes still close.

.

.

you're a photographer, your work would mostly be featured on fashion magazines. it's a hard job, a hard job that most people would not recognize enough, and the pay is poor. from dealing with the models, to talk with the staffs, it is a chaotic job that requires you to be patient.

and sadly, there are people who would just not let you do your job right.

that person, specifically, being your ex girlfriend.

"bada, you are making my job very hard right now", you said sternly, brows furrowing as your eyes staring daggers to her form, you clench your camera in your hand.

bada is wearing a long blue jean, not like it matter anyhow when she unbutton it and let you see her underwear underneath of it, her upper body is covered by nothing but a sport bra. as if that is not provoking enough, she is intentionally posing very suggestive poses. getting close up to your zone, showing her skins here and there, teasing you with her movements.

and she knows, she knows how to get you all hot, cheeks burning as you look at her every move. she have the advantage of being your ex girlfriend, and she definitely took that advantage to the fullest.

her eyes bore into yours as you feel how hot the room is, and you dryly swallow your throat, your heart skip a beat as you tore your eyes away from her gaze, your hand reach out for a bottle of water before opening it and jug the cold stream of liquid down.

"am i? i am just doing my job here you know", bada chuckle, the sound of her light hearted laugh echo through the room. her eyes find its way to yours again as she move closer to lift your chin with her pointer finger.

it is a private photoshoot session, no one else but only you two. bada's request you had heard, and fuck she knows exactly what she did with that request. getting all touchy with you, showing skins, she knows what she want, and she knows she can get it.

you bite your lower lip, "let's keep it professional bada, i have other jobs to do, and i would not waste my time here, and plus. you have no business to be this close to your photographer do you?" your eyes burning itself into bada's for a while before you turn away to get away from her touch.

her head tilted a bit, her mouth curve into a smirk "cute, you definitely did not say that the last time that we had a photoshoot together hm?" her eyes still fixate into yours, despite your attempt at getting back to work, and despite the fact that you had jugged down a bottle of water, your dry throat is killing you as bada's words sink into your head.

you truly hate how your mind would gladly show you what happened last time, how you would grab her hips as you kiss her sloppily on the table. even reminding you how hot the air was when you wrap your arms around her body. how her curves would fit so perfectly to your touch, how her voice sound like when you reach out to all the right spots.

bada had known you since you two were kids, it's not just merely a normal "work" relationship, it's much deeper than that.

you had known her from when she had her first heartbreak, known her through her raise of career, and known her through all the time she would sleep in your arms, on your bed.

all the time she would kiss you harshly to prove a point, all the time she would moan into your ears as you do all the things she like.

pleasing her.

shaking your head to remind yourself not to get tempted into bada's words. your brows furrow as you let out a loud sigh, your hand once again clench the camera.

bada is a brat.

a brat that need to be tame.

a brat that need to be put in her place.

and if you want anything out of this photoshoot, you need to do exactly that.

putting her in her place.

"fuck, bada" you mumble, harshly put the camera to the side as you stand up to switch places with bada, your hand rest on bada's shoulder as you push her down to the chair.

one of your arm wrap behind her neck as you lower down, your lips find its way to bada's as you let them collide. one of your hand hold bada's wrist in place on the chair's armrest as you proceed to pry open bada's mouth and let your tongue slide in.

your tongue teasingly circling bada's, playing the game of pushing and pulling as bada let out quiet sounds of frustration.

you enjoy this, you enjoy making bada feel helpless under your influence.

bada moan into the kiss.

and you almost lose it. almost.

as you pull away, standing up straight to look at bada's form, her mouth still agape as she breath heavily. her face tinted red, her fringes now stick to her forehead due to the sweat.

and you chuckle, loving how you can take control of bada.

"dumb baby. don't tease me if you can't handle it"

your fingers travel through the lock of her hair, gently massaging her scalp as she close her eyes. you softly planted another kiss on her forehead before you stand up straight and take your camera in your hand again.

positioning the camera so that bada is in the middle of the frame, you take a picture of her lust drunk form as her body slump back to the chair.

"maybe now you can start properly doing your job."

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #bada lee x y/n #bada x reader #lee bada #bada fluff #swf2 x reader #⟢ tod's chaos

[riveramorylunar]

Troublemaker Doing Karate

Karate AU Masterlist

Pairings: Karate Teacher Natasha Romanoff x Troublemaker Reader

Warnings ⚠️: (not many) Punching, Kicking, Mentions of Getting Arrested, Age Difference, Height Difference & Stealing

Pet Names/Nicknames: None

Word Count: 2,720

Everyone in the town knew Y/N was a trouble maker. Where ever she went chaos would follow her. It was oddly quiet in the town tod-

"Y/N GET BACK HERE" someone shouted. Y/N was running down a hill with a bag of stolen games as she laughed. "NOT GONNA HAPPEN RONALD" Y/N shouted as she almost tripped. She caught herself and went back to running. She saw a building in front of her so she shoved the glass door open and ducked under the glass windows. "Who the hell are you" someone said causing Y/N to bolt up and threw a punch. The person caught Y/N fist before twisting her arm behind her back and slamming her against one of the desks. The bag that Y/N was holding was taken out of her grip and dropped onto the desk. Y/N looked over when the door opened and Ronald was looking at her with a scowl. "Ronald" the person said behind Y/N and the man bowed. "Sensei Romanoff" he said back before standing up straight. "Sensei what the fuck" Y/N huffed out and she was pulled up off the desk and shoved away. She stumbled a bit before catching herself. She turned around and her eyes widened in shock as she froze in place.

The woman was wearing a white Karate outfit with a black belt around it. She was wearing karate fingerless gloves and black feet protectors. You could see just a little bit of her feet tattoos poking out but not much. Four of her nails were black with red designs on them while the other was clear with red tips. She was pretty tall probably around 6 feet tall.

Y/N snapped out of it when someone yanked on her arm. "Come on Y/N I'm taking you to the police station" Ronald said and Y/N's eyes widened in shock. As the man was about to turn around the woman spoke up. "Wait" the woman said and Ronald stopped. "Can I see that bag" she asked and Ronald handed the bag of video games over. The redhead put the bag down on the table before dumping all the games out. She looked through all the games before looking back up at the two. "I see you like fighting games" the woman said and Y/N clenched her jaw. "Yeah so what" Y/N said and the woman smirked before holding a hand out. "Let me formally introduce myself, I'm Natasha Romanoff Sensei of this dojo" The woman said and Y/N just looked up at her. "How would you like to join my dojo and become a black dragon" she continued causing Y/N's eyes to widen in shock. "Sensei Romanoff you can't be serious she's a troublemaker" Ronald said and Natasha rolled her eyes.

"So what, I need someone like her she's got some guts and bravery" she said and Y/N yanked her arm free before walking up to Natasha. "So what do you say" Natasha said as she looked down at Y/N. "I'm in, I'm Y/N by the way" Y/N said as she grabbed hold of Natasha's hand. "You got to be kidding me she's gonna be even more of a troublemaker now" Ronald huffed out before grabbing the baf of video games and storming out of the dojo. "You better be here tomorrow afternoon" Natasha said before turning around. "Thank you" Y/N said and Natasha stopped. "Don't thank me yet Y/N you got a lot to learn this is the real world not just some video game" she said before walking away.

Y/N walked out of the dojo and she immediately looked at her right hand to see it was shaking slightly. Her face flushed a little as she held onto it. She smiled brightly before dashing off and shouting in excitement like a high school kid who got noticed by their crush.

Y/N ran into the dojo the next day and saw younger kids on the mats. "Glad you could make it Y/N" Natasha said and Y/N looked over to see Natasha standing next to the door. "oh hey Natasha" Y/N stuttered out and Natasha pushed herself off the wall before walking over to the table. She picked up a white outfit and white belt before walking over and holding them out in front of Y/N. "There's a bathroom over there to change in, I'll help put your belt on after" Natasha said and Y/N walked over to the bathroom. Y/N came out and walked back over to Natasha. Natasha smiled before kneeling down in front of Y/N one knee and wrapped the belt around Y/N. "Is it too tight" Natasha said and she didn't get an answer back. "Y/N" she asked before standing up and waving her hand in front of Y/N's face. "Oh uh no it's not too tight" Y/N said as she rubbed the back of her neck. Natasha nodded before heading towards one of the mats. Y/N followed her and Natasha stopped. "Do you know some of the Karate Stances" Natasha asked as she turned around and Y/N nodded her head. "Show me the kokutsu dachi then" she said and Y/N brushed her hair out of the way before looking at Natasha in confusion. Natasha sighed "the backward stance" she said and Y/N smiled sheepishly before getting into the stance.

Natasha walked behind Y/N. "May I" she asked and Y/N nodded. Natasha put her hands on Y/N's hips before turning them slightly. She used her foot to slightly bend Y/N's back leg more and did the same with the front one but only slightly. She let go of Y/N's hips before walking around Y/N and stopping in front of Y/N. She grabbed Y/N's left arm and raised it slightly. "We need to work on your stances some more but we'll get there how about a high kick" Natasha said and Y/N stood up before kicking in the air. Natasha walked back up to Y/N and looked at Y/N for consent. Y/N nodded and Natasha grabbed Y/N's leg before pushing it up farther causing Y/N to wince slightly. The redheaded woman immediately stopped and looked at Y/N. "Are you alright" she asked and Y/N nodded. "Y-yeah I'm fine just hurt a little bit" Y/N said and Natasha nodded. "You just need to keep practicing then and you won't hurt" Natasha said and Y/N nodded. "Now why don't you follow me alright" Natasha said and Y/N nodded.

The others that were in the dojo stopped as they watched Natasha and Y/N start doing different stances in sync. "Wow she's good even though it's her first day" A boy said and the girl standing beside him nudged him. "Well she has the best Sensei teaching her so" the girl said and the boy chuckled before going back to what he was doing. "You're a quick learner Y/N" Natasha said and Y/N smiled softly. "Thanks" Y/N said nervously and Natasha nodded.

"Afternoon Sensei Romanoff" Y/N shouted as she entered the dojo. "Afternoon Y/N" Natasha said as she was leaning against the table that was against the wall. "What will we be doing today" Y/N asked as she tightened the blue belt that was around her waist. "Breaking boards" Natasha said as she unfolded her arms. Y/N looked down at Natasha's hands to see two tattoos one on each hand. "You have hand tattoos" Y/N asked and Natasha chuckled. "Yeah I do" she said before she greeted the other students. "Come on Y/N no time for distractions" Natasha said causing Y/N to snap out of it. "Uh right sorry" Y/N muttered out before following the others.

"Y/N it's your turn" Natasha said and Y/N stood up before walking up to the wooden board that was between two grey bricks. Y/N breathed in and out before closing her eyes. She opened them back up before slamming her palm down on the board causing it to break in half. She stood back up before turning around to see Natasha looking proudly at her. "Good job Y/N" Natasha said as she stood up and bowed at Y/N. Y/N bowed back after saying thank you.

After a while of breaking wooden boards every one had left. "Hey Y/N wait up" Natasha said and Y/N stopped before turning around to see Natasha rushing up to her. Natasha stood in front of Y/N and smiled down at her. "What can I do for you Sensei" Y/N said and Natasha rubbed the back of her neck. "Well I was wondering if you wanted to grab some noodles with me" Natasha said as her cheeks turned a slight shade of red. "Oh uh sure I guess what time" Y/N said as she blushed too. "How about now" Natasha said and Y/N nodded. "Alright let me close up then I'll meet you outside alright" Natasha said and Y/N nodded before walking out of the dojo.

When Y/N walked out of the dojo she squealed in excitement before she stopped. She realized what had just happened and her face turned bright red as she put her hands over her face. "Are you ready" Natasha said behind Y/N causing her to turn around. "Yeah" Y/N muttered out and the two started walking towards the Chinese fast food restaurant. When they got there Natasha opened the door for Y/N. Y/N walked in and Natasha walked in after her. They walked up to the counter and waited a couple seconds until a Chinese woman walked up to the counter while smiling. "Hello are you ready to order" the woman said and Y/N nodded her head. "Uh yeah I'll have chicken ramen noodles please" Y/N said as she was about to take her wallet out but Natasha stopped her. "Don't it's on me" Natasha said and Y/N nodded before her face flushed slightly. "I'd like the cheesy ramen noodles and some white rice" Natasha said and the woman nodded. "Is that all" she asked and Natasha looked at Y/N who nodded her head. "Yeah that's all" Natasha said and she paid for the food. The two walked off to the side to wait for their food. "Sensei you didn't have to do that" Y/N muttered out and Natasha looked down at her. "You know you don't have to call me Sensei and I wanted to" Natasha said as she smiled down at Y/N.

"Natasha" Someone said and Natasha turned around and thanked the man before grabbing the brown bag. "Alright let's go" Natasha said as she turned around. Y/N walked out of the fast food restaurant as Natasha followed her. "So where are we going" Y/N asked and Natasha looked down at her. "You'll see soon enough" Natasha said as they continued walking. Natasha stopped in front of an old black truck and reached into her back pocket. "This is yours" Y/N asked and Natasha nodded. "Yeah I've had it since I was 16x Natasha said as she unlocked the truck.

The two hoped into the truck and Natasha placed the bag in between the two. Natasha turned the truck on before driving off. As Natasha was driving she turned the radio on. She turned the volume down a bit before looking over at Y/N. She watched as Y/N quietly sang with the music. She smiled before looking back at the road. She felt her heart beat quicken as her grip on the steering wheel tightened a bit.

After driving for a couple minutes Natasha drove into a meadow before turning the truck off. Natasha got out and rushed over to Y/N's side. She opened the door and helped Y/N out before grabbing the brown bag that had the food in it. The two walked to the back and Natasha helped Y/N up after jumping up. Y/N saw a fluffy black and red blanket laying down on the bed of the truck with a couple pillows scattered around. "When did you get this done" Y/N asked and Natasha chuckled nervously. "Uh right before I went to work" Natasha said as she sat down in the lotus position. Natasha looked up to see Y/N still standing. "Come sit stop standing there" Natasha said before chuckling quietly. Y/N snapped out of it and walked over before sitting down criss-crossed. She watched as Natasha opened the bag before pulling out the containers of noodles. "Here's yours" Natasha said and Y/N carefully grabbed the container making sure not to burn herself since it was still hot. "Oh and here are your chop sticks" Natasha said pulling out some chopsticks wrapped in plastic. "Uh I don't know how to use chopsticks to be honest" Y/N said nervously as she set her food down on the fluffy blanket. "Oh uh well they didn't give us any forks and I don't have any in the truck" Natasha said as she looked at Y/N. "I could show you how to use them if you want me to" Natasha said and Y/N smiled softly. "Yes please" Y/N said and Natasha smiled widely. Natasha took her food and chopsticks out. She took the chopsticks out of the plastic and turned to Y/N to see that she was trying to figure it out. Natasha chuckled causing Y/N to look up at her before blushing slightly. "I wanted to try it out myself first" Y/N said and Natasha smiled softly. "That's completely fine you're actually quite close" Natasha said and showed Y/N how to hold them with hers. Y/N did the same but still couldn't get it. "Can I" Natasha asked as she held a hand out and Y/N nodded. Natasha scooted over and grabbed Y/N's wrist before helping Y/N. Y/N felt a zap jolt through her hand and all the way up her arm when she felt Natasha's hands touch hers. "There" Natasha said before pulling away. Y/N frowned at the loss of contact but shook it off as she opened her noodles and started digging in. She let out a moan as her shoulders relaxed. Her eyes closed as she felt the noodles and chicken invade her taste buds. "It's good isn't it" Natasha asked and Y/N opened her eyes to see Natasha already looking at her. "Yeah it's really good the flavor just melts onto my tongue" Y/N said and Natasha let out a laugh. "It does doesn't it" Natasha said before taking a bite of her own noodles.

After they finished eating they laid down and watched the stars and the moon. As the two were watching a shooting star pass Natasha started moving her hand toward Y/N's. Y/N was doing the same thing and when their hands touched they looked at each other. Natasha cursed in her hand before grabbing Y/N's hand and interlocking their fingers together. Y/N's face flushed brightly as she looked away. Natasha's face heated up as well before she sat up. "Y/N" Natasha said and Y/N looked over at Natasha. "Yeah" Y/N asked and Natasha looked down at their interlocked fingers before looking back up at Y/N's face. "Can I uh kiss you" she said nervously as she rubbed the back of her neck with her free hand. Y/N didn't say anything instead she grabbed Natasha by the collar of her shirt and yanked her down. Their lips connected and Natasha blushed even more. After a couple seconds though she closed her eyes and deepened the kiss slightly. Y/N let go of Natasha's hand and cupped her face. She pulled away and looked up at the older woman before smiling. Natasha smiled back before leaning back down and passionately kissing Y/N.

#Karate Teacher Natasha Romanoff #Natasha Romanoff #Natasha Romanoff x Reader #Natty Bear My Love 🧸❤️🖤 #River's Karate AU

[ecoamerica]

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[runningwithfangs]

Vampire Chronicles Book Review/Rant #2

The Vampire Lestat

I think we can all agree, what a turnaround! So completely different from IWTV. I’m not sure what I was expecting, probably something more like a Midnight Sun (Twilight from Edwards’ perspective) or a Slayer Chronicles (to the Vladimir Tod series) Turned out to be more of The Saga of Larten Crepsley (to the CIrque du Freak series)(I was raised by vampire books, apparently).

Anyway, what a ride! About halfway through I was feeling a little frustrated that we hadn’t gotten to when he met Louis yet, but I was also having so much fun reading about this Chaos BisexualTM. So much happens, so many dumb Lestat adventures, Nicki, Lestat’s turning, Gabrielle, Armand and his coven, Marius, Akasha and Enkil, Louis and Claudia, Rockstar music video films, vampires ablaze out of nowhere! 10/10 Romp, I had so much fun reading this.

Lestat is so many things, he’s cheery and determined to brighten the day of those he loves, he’s been beaten and abused by his own family, he hopes and dreams like any young person, yet also deeply fears the meaninglessness of life itself. I can for sure relate. 

I also enjoyed the way it was written, easy and lighthearted, even in darker parts Lestat describes things with humor to mask the pain.

Favorites:

I appreciate when Lestat takes the time to describe the wonders of the modern world, what stands out to him, what doesn’t. He’s blown away by film, excited by women in bare arms, that even poor people could eat meat. In later books he’s so excited by pens that can write forever. Super interesting to think about, and the though experiment of “what would a vampire think of world through the ages” is one of my favorite things about vampire media.

Lestat and Nicki’s relationship is so cute! Their drunken afternoons in “the conversation,” they take turns comforting each other from their familial demands and expectations. They go to Paris and live in a shitty apartment while they work their asses off in the theater trying to pay rent. It’s almost like a CBS sitcom, but like, in a good way. It’s so devastating to me that Vampire Nicki ended up like he did.

Gabrielle, my love! What a queer icon. She cuts her hair, wears men’s clothes, even Lestat gets in on it, trying to find her the manliest jewelry. I think about the freedom female vampires must experience in this series a lot. Gabrielle clearly hated being a mom and wife and living in a crumbling castle. And now she is finally free, freer than any of her wildest fantasies.

When Lestat asks her if she had become a vampire first, wouldn’t she also send money and gifts to the family and keep caring for them, and she’s just like, oh psssh yeah, of course 😂 

Armand/Lestat being worsties.

Marius spending eons hiding Those Who Must Be Kept only to pick up Lestat, go: I like ya kid, you got spunk, let me spill all the vampire secrets. Only for the Most Special BoyTM

When we FINALLY get the 3 whole paragraphs about Louis and Claudia at the end of the book, it’s not enough, but what is there is lovely. “Even in his crudest moments, Louis touched the tenderness in me” “But I loved him, plain and simple” UGH, Anne PLEASE. 

Least Favorites:

Why did Lestat slip his mom the tongue 😭

Not enough Louis 😡 (Little did I know there would only be crumbs of him from then on)

Vampire Nicki 😣 He hated Lestat in the end and then Armand cut his hands off! He deserved better. 

Smutt:

Nicki and Lestat getting drunk and making out at the tavern! Love that for them.

I am NOT counting Lestat/Gabrielle kisses.

If I missed something maybe y’all can let me know.

Nonsense Meter:

Medium nonsense, I think. Especially considering the books to come. 

Lestat flying and SCREAMING at the Theater. Lestat showing up to the catacombs to utterly destroy the cult with facts and logic and “New evil for a new era.” Lestat giving into the intrusive thoughts to kiss Akasha and play her the violin only to nearly get killed by Enkil, and OF COUSE, the whole Rockstar Lestat thing, with the music videos and the song lyrics and the Halloween concert. 

Misc:

It was Marius’s fault for sending Lestat to go live a human life! Thank you/goddamn you.

I am confused by how at the start of the book Lestat is interested in rock, he goes to jam with Satan’s Night out and loves the attention that would come with being a rockstar, but it’s only after he reads IWTV and gets all upset about it that he decides he’s going to get Louis’s attention by becoming a world-famous rockstar. “I ached for him, ached for his romantic illusions [...] his physical presence.” But once Louis does find Lestat, not much happens.

I was so excited for the reunion once Louis find’s Lestat and his band chilling before the concert, would they fight?! Would they make out?! And it was. . .ok, Louis tries to warn Lestat, and they dance around their feelings, and that’s kind of it. Lestat doesn’t even ask about the book!

Then I was excited that Gabrielle (post-concert disaster rescue) got to meet her shit son’s ex-husband! Was she going to be disapproving (no one is good enough for her boy), furious about the release of IWTV, or maybe try to convince them to give up mortal world shenanigans and go climb waterfalls with her? Nope, we got nothing, just wondering if it was Marius setting all the fledglings on fire. Anne . . . I don’t get it.

#interview with the vampire #vampire chronicles #lestat de lioncourt #the vampire lestat #book review #book rant

[elizabethpich]

FUNGIRL auf Deutsch bei Edition Moderne!

Foto: Nicolas Duc

Elizabeth Pichs Figur Fungirl ist vor allem eins: unberechenbar.

Fungirl ist eine perspektivlose junge Frau, die ihre Tage zu Hause damit verbringt, zu masturbieren, Take-away-Pizza zu essen und alte Sitcoms zu schauen. Sie rennt von einer Affäre zur nächsten und ist hemmungslos und extrem in allem, was sie macht. Ihr neuer Job bei einem Bestattungsunternehmen bringt neues Chaos — ihr Leben ist eine Abfolge von absurden, politisch inkorrekten, slapstickartigen Situationen. Mit Becky, ihrer Mitbewohnerin und Ex-Freundin, sowie Beckys Freund Peter erlebt Fungirl skurrile Abenteuer voller Alkohol, Sex und Humor. Ihr Verhalten ist unangebracht, vulgär, opportunistisch und trotzdem (oder gerade deswegen) überraschend menschlich und charmant. Eine Ode an Screw-ups mit einem Herz aus Gold.

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[black-is-no-colour]

Harper's Bazaar China June 2016, Editorial "Back To The Future", jacket Maison Margiela by John Galliano, bandeau top Versace, trousers Tod's. Photographer Zhang Chao, Model Lina Zhang, styled by Renty Wu

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[lexiklecksi]

Writers Q&A (tag game)

Thanks @hyuccubus so much for tagging me!

What motivates you to write?

My characters are living rent-free in my head and when they get too loud and demand their stories have to be told I oblige and put pen to paper (or fingers on the keyboard for that matter). My poetry is just a form of self-therapy and suffices to make sense of my feelings and thoughts.

A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not, maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

It's difficult to find a writing snippet that makes sense outside the context of a story or poem, but here is one. No English translation would do it justice, so I hope my German readers enjoy reading it. Also here is the full snippet written from the pov of my phoenix oc.

Die Zeit zieht an mir vorbei, sie berührt mich nur selten, viel zu oft vergesse ich mich. Zeit verliert an Bedeutung, wenn man schon so viele Leben gelebt hat wie ich. Zeit ist ein Konstrukt für die Sterblichen, es schafft Ordnung in einem Universum voller Chaos. Doch letztendlich ist ein Leben so kurz im Vergleich zu dem Baum des Lebens, so bedeutungslos wie ein Sandkorn im Wind, nur ein Wimpernschlag in der Geschichte der Welt. Man werfe mir Verdrossenheit vor und man möge Recht behalten, doch nur wenige können nachvollziehen, wie es ist, solange zu leben. Nur wenige fühlen meinen Schmerz, denn sie sterben nur einen kleinen Tod. Der Tod hat mich schon unzählige Male in die Arme genommen, hat mich vergessen lassen, wo ein Leben beginnt und ein anderes endet.

What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Writing dialogue comes naturally because I can weave in my weird sense of humour. It's so much fun to write my characters talking to each other! Also, I love making up new words, word plays and metaphors, especially in German.

What do you enjoy most about the Writeblr community?

I love the writeblr community for the lovely feedback and ongoing inspiration! Writing can be quite a lonely hobby, so joining writeblr opened my eyes for how wonderful it is to share my stories with others and be inspired by their stories. I am very thankful for my writing family @writeblrcafe which is a safe space for writers that I co-founded. My favourite writeblr activity is collaborations! I'm always up for merging my writing style with others and create something beautiful together!

A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

I love using Bibisco! I'm writing my wip Drachenbrut in it. I can highly recommend this novel software, it has a timeline, character profiles with questions for better character development, character relationship diagrams, notes, chapters, scenes, location and object pages, an analysis tool for everything, statistics about your writing progress and it exports your book document in pdf, docx and epub files.

A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

My magic system is that different fantasy species have different kinds of magic. In short, there is intuitive magic, chaos magic, elemental magic, spell casting, potion making and everyday magic.

What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

The world needs to hear your stories, so write them. And even if only one person reads your story and gains a new perspective, it was worth writing it, because you have changed the life of someone with your words, and what's more powerful than that?

What motivates you to write?

A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

What do you enjoy most about the Writeblr community?

A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

I'm tagging @the-down-upside-finch @charlies-storybook @aether-wasteland-s @akiwitch @joswriting @basalamander-corner @betweenthetimeandsound @sodaliteskull (template under the cut).

#writeblrcafe #writers q&a #writeblr #writing community #about me #answered ask