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Smut Headcanons - Signora & Arlecchino

A/N: The smut version of the spooky Halloween special. If evil, why hot? CW: Unhealthy/toxic relationships, Arlecchino being scary, manipulation, conditioning, hard femdom, humiliation, degradation, collars, pegging, cbt, estim.

For Signora, power is the name of the game.

She can safely consider herself one of the most powerful politicians of the Fatui, meaning she has thousands of men underneath her in the hierarchy. But controlling one, so very handsome, so privately? It's far, far more exciting than any kind of malicious trick she can pull on her underlings.

It's obvious who is in power here. La Signora, The Fair Lady, being a pleasure toy for a man? Simply unthinkable.

To keep this dynamic in mind, you'll always be naked during playtime, while she will be clothed (to a reasonable degree of course). Her outfit usually includes her favorite, very expensive fur stole, a delicate and slightly tight lingerie bra to hold up her massive tits, and a pair of panties - all of them the darkest shade of black, of course. It perfectly contrasts with her fair skin, and when one size too small, it makes your male brain melt at the sight of those curves.

Another piece of clothing she's fond of are her long, black, silk gloves. They are very thin, enough so that you can feel the warmth of her hands, but not the softness of her skin. And they stay on at all times. Did you seriously think she would touch your dirty cock with her bare hands?

And don't you dare cum on her, or any piece of her clothing. You are permitted to spill your filth only on yourself or the floor. If you fail to follow this simple instruction, you will find yourself liking your own seed clean.

Signora prefers you naked, but she gladly puts a collar around your neck. She tightens it to give you a reminder of who you belong to, and adds a leash for some extra power over you.

Signora enjoys a good dose of bullying, and she has many interesting ways of making you tremble with embarrassment before her.

The main one is depriving you of pussy. Sure, you get it during 'normal' sex, when either of you are too tired, or just not in the mood to do the standard routine, but it's generally a reward.

She likes to see you desperate, so expect to be offered a hard aphrodisiac before the session begins. That, in connection with edging or a short chastity term, brings out the most desperate, painfully horny male she so likes to observe.

Since her slit is a reward, most of the time you'll get a fleshlight instead. She'll watch, mouth agape, blushed with fingers knuckle deep in her cunt as you fuck the rubber pussy, whining and moaning so pathetically. Sometimes, when Signora feels the need to humiliate you even more than usual, she will make you fuck the fleshlight right on top of her pussy. The face you pull, knowing that her warm, wet hole is right there and still being unable to fuck it, is priceless.

If Signora feels especially nasty, she will give you just a pillow to satisfy yourself. Watching you hump it, whining and cringing at your own desperation, gives her the strongest orgasms.

Although she enjoys some real cock every now and then, The Fair Lady doesn't care that much about having normal sex. She's far more into fulfilling her own kinks, which gives her the sort of pleasure fucking can't compare to.

Why even ask for that when her paizuri skills are the best in all of Teyvat? If you behave, you'll finally see that tight bra dropped, and your dick buried in those amazing, fat globes. Signiora knows what she's doing - she'll be using lube and breaking up the standard stroking with some creative techniques that absolutely short circuit your brain with pleasure. A reward must be as thorough as a punishment, so Signora will edge you - not right to the edge so it doesn't feel disappointing when she stops - but more than enough to significantly prolong the experience.

Should you moan and beg nicely enough while fucking the rubber pussy or dry humping, she might even give you a hand in getting yourself off. Signora may be a quiet woman, but she enjoys when her sub is loud. And she will make you moan if you're naturally quiet.

She has her techniques. The main thing is to enhance the pleasure. Chastity, edging or drugs all do a great job in making you desperate, and thus more sensitive. She will order you to moan then, and after enough such training, your brain will make the right connections, making you moan naturally. She will train you as long as it is necessary.

But what if you don't listen to her orders? You cum when and where she didn't ask you to, or don't moan enough? Well, the punishments are rough and quite difficult to endure.

Signora has an affinity for hurting others, and it shows. Of course, you won't be hurt in an unfun way. You'll give her the limits, and she will make the most out of them.

The simplest way to hurt a man is to target his balls. It's a low hanging fruit, yes, but it gets her soaking wet when you tremble in her hands. She prefers the more refined way to deliver your torment - slapping, squeezing, or especially using her heels to make you cry.

Pegging is a punishment with her. After a rough fingering as prep time, you will be made to get on your hands and knees and take her studded cock. She's quite good at it - her hips work amazingly, having the dummy cock pleasure your prostate with every thrust, making you moan and whine at the relentless stimulation. Too bad, as Signora loves to humiliate you while pegging, especially if you cum.

"You call yourself a man, cumming from just being fucked in the ass? You really are pathetic~"

And then she'll fuck you post orgasm, just to hear you whine and beg even more.

Her Delusion isn't off limits either. Cooling down her finger and dragging it over your exposed, oh so sensitive head brings out the most pitiful, sexiest noises from you.

Extra enjoyment (for her) comes from spanking you. Painting your ass red with a cane or a whip, forcing you to moan, groan and whimper satisfies her sadistic side quite thoroughly, and gives you a painful reminder of the consequences of disobeying her.

Expect your hands to be tied during punishment. She loves to see you struggle against the bonds when she works on you, but would rather not be interrupted while administering the torture.

Signora will take great care to respect your limits. If she didn't, you would surely deny her all the freedom to do what she wants with you, losing her a very entertaining toy.

Oh, and because she loves you. That too.

For an onlooker, being with Arlecchino might look fairly normal, all things considered. Most of the time it's just vanilla sex with, surprisingly, her being the bottom.

But all of that? Just because she trained you so well.

She admires your masculinity, she really does. Your stoic approach to life makes you a pillar she can rely on, both emotionally and professionally, and your body never fails to set hers ablaze.

That's precisely why she does all of this. She loves your masculinity, she loves you. The Knave wants you all to herself, she wants you to be at her beck and call, she wants to control this strength, to have it satisfy her urges whenever she wants to.

Control. This is what she desires. Control not only over your soul, but over your body as well.

Arlecchino made this clear when you first got to this level of intimacy. And, quite foolishly, you agreed. But, really, how could you have resisted her unnatural, demonic allure?

Ordering you around wasn't enough for her. And so, she trained you to cum on command.

It took a lot of training, true, but for her? It was all worth it. She would pleasure you with a sleeve, and give you a countdown. If you finished at her mark, she would praise you and give you a fulfilling orgasm - certainly those were some of the best ever.

If you came too early, she would ruin your orgasm and lock your dick in chastity for the rest of the day. The pent up lust would be enough of an encouragement to do better next time.

The punishment for being too late was far worse. Instead of denying you, Arlecchino would force you to cum. And then one more time. And one more. And once more. And again, until you were crying, begging her to stop with tears in your eyes.

Enough said, after more than a dozen of such 'tough love' training sessions, your cock adjusted to her pace and you were able to cum whenever she told you to. This allows you to experience simultaneous orgasms, which are absolutely breathtaking. So, maybe this journey, filled with denial and post orgasm torture, was worth it…?

Another of her ideas was to control when you get hard. Believing that direct, harsh punishments for not meeting her expectations were more effective than words, Arlecchino connected an electrode to your nut sack and got to experimenting.

She wanted to see if she can condition you to harden only to her. She used the prettiest courtesans money could buy, and zapped your balls if you did get excited.

This was not a fun time.

Even if the experiment didn't succeed, she did manage to teach you to control your arousal more. So much so that you couldn't resist only direct stimulation, but always got hard at her own slightest suggestion. A great achievement, if you ask her.

Sometimes you fail to do precisely what she wants, or maybe even playfully stand up to her. In such cases, Arlecchino will be sure to administer a swift and severe punishment, always including your balls. It's the simplest way. Your lustful, male mind will get the message if she hurts your precious little jewels.

The torture includes squeezing them, pressing them between her two fingers with metal claws on, standing on them with the nails of her heels or, most terribly, crushing them with a toy.

Just to keep things interesting, Arlecchino regularly switches up the torture device. Once it is two flat glass panes, sometimes it's a narrow, workshop press, and sometimes it's spiked.

Although seeing you in pain doesn't bring her satisfaction, the way your whole body acts when she is punishing you is very… arousing. When the crusher is on, Arlecchino likes to sit over you, passionately making out with you. It's a little one-sided, as kissing her is notably difficult when your vulnerable balls are being pressed so tightly they turn white, but it never bothers her. More - it turns her on even more when your lips tremble, your body shivers or your speech becomes a flurry of pleas and cries.

The mix of fear and arousal is what rings her bells. She tends to randomly bite your dick while giving blowjobs - not hard to actually hurt you, but her teeth are sharp enough to really make you feel it. It doesn't help that her tongue is just as agile as she is eloquent. Arlecchino loves to take your cock in her mouth and look you straight in the eyes, see the mix of fear and arousal, and feel your hot length throb in confusion.

When you'll be trained to a satisfactory degree, Arlecchino will go back to more vanilla sessions. You might be the top, but make no mistake - she is the one in charge. Just one word from her is enough to make you change holes or positions, and a short countdown never fails to force your body to climax. You also know well not to do certain things - spanking her or being rough when unprompted can lead to a swift and severe punishment.

The penalties are for your own good, she says. Arlecchino claims that she doesn't enjoy hurting you, and that the torture is as painful to her as it is to you. Still, her moans and the speed at which she fingers herself while you suffer paint a different picture.

The majority of these sessions are fun to some degree, but sometimes Arlecchino can be very cruel. Can you say no? Well, in theory - yes. But is it a good idea to refuse her? Even if she claims she will be okay with that, you still have the stories in mind. Stories about how even her favorite subordinates could be sacked after one single failure, and vanish without a trace in the following weeks. She claims you're her first lover, but you can't for the life of you find proof for that statement. Nobody wants to utter a word about her previous lovers, even if a large bribe is on the table. The Knave did kill in the past, and with her own hands at that. Who says her previous interests couldn't be the targets of her wrath?

What's worse is that you're enthralled by her, emotionally and physically. This woman, a constant uncertainty of intentions, has you by the balls - both literally and figuratively.

Maybe it's better, then, to focus on the good, grit your teeth, open your legs and let her have her amusement.

🎃Happy Halloween!🎃

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lyssak09 · 13 days

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Hi how are you?

Maybe this request of mine can be complicated so if you want not to do it, I understand...

Well, what if the reader is the new survivor in the entity's Realm and catches the attention of the yanderes, making them obsessed and in love with the reader, and of course the reader doesn't realize that... What would happen?

The Yanderes would be: Nemesis, Michael Myres, Pyramid Head, Pinhead, Trapper, Leon, Dwight, Felix, Jack.

I only wrote for Michael, Pyramid Head, and Pinhead for this one. I'm spliting this up so this part will have the killers and another post will have the survivors. I have the killers done but not the survivors so instead of waiting to finish them to post this, why not split it up? Thanks to my sister for helping me out with this one as well!! Happy reading

Michael Myers:

Of course, like most killers, he first saw you in a trial.

He saw you working on a generator with Claudette. Her face went pale as she pulled you away from the generator.

You, being new, didn’t know what she was doing and just followed her not questioning anything that she was doing.

Michael took a great interest as a way to play with his new prey.

Even though Claudette seemed to have dragged you away, she didn’t go far enough since Michael appeared out of nowhere.

You had heard him tier up once already, and this was now the second time.

He grabbed Claudette and stabbed her, leaving you too scared to move. You didn’t know he was there, how had he snuck up on you guys so fast?

He dropped Claudette’s lifeless body on the group, looking back towards you.

The fear on your face was amusing to him.

He wanted to see more of it.

He walked towards you, trying to make you move.

Which worked amazingly, since you turned and sprinted in the other direction.

He trailed behind you a ways away, making sure that his heartbeat would fade away, making you think you were safe.

You wandered towards your last two teammates, Dwight and Meg, working on a generator together.

You tried to help them work on the gen, but of course, Michael had to make sure to implement more fear into you.

His heartbeat got closer and closer, but none of you guys knew where he was

That was until he grabbed Meg off the generator and stabbed her.

Dwight ran away, also causing the generator to blow up.

Then it was just you and him.

You froze in fear, expecting him to hook you or just straight up stab you. But he didn't

Michael was confused. He couldn't kill you. This was nothing like how he normally feels. He feels satisfied when killing. But now, he was frustrated.

What about you makes him like this? He had to find out. So he didn't kill you. Just downed you and placed you in the shack.

Right on top of the hatch.

Pyramid Head:

Pyramid Head is a bipolar yandere. He is also obsessive and possessive.

So he is definitely not gonna share.

He is usually a ‘kind’ (by yandere standards in dbd) yandere, but on some days he can be cruel. Not as cruel as others though.

When he learned about your presence, he knew he didn’t want to leave you.

It did not take long for you to get put into a trial with him.

Like Michael, he tried his best to kill all of your teammates before you could save them.

Forcing them into his trails and putting them in the Cage of Atonement when you got too close.

But, if you got too close to the Cage, he would just walk closer towards it, making it teleport away from where you both were.

It was basically a game seeing who would get to the survivor first.

If someone else tried to save them, he would force them to go down and trade with the person in the cage.

He repeated this until you were the last one left.

You were all his now.

You scurried like a mouse, trying to find the hatch, before hearing its winding presence of freedom.

As you ran towards the noise, you saw him standing over the hatch, his terror radius was completely gone. Behind him, a broken generator, that was nearly done, was left sparking.

He had Trail of Torment.

But he didn’t close it even though he could see you.

He just stood there.

You turned to run away, but you could hear the swing of his metal sword going through the air.

You turned back around to see him still standing on the hatch, but he was gesturing towards it with his head.

He wanted you to have it.

On days/trials where he has been pissed off, he is not so nice, even to you. Will he torment you as much as the other survivors in the trial? No. But he is gonna give you the hatch like usual? Hell no

Pinhead:

Pinhead is a Possessive yandere, but he is also very narcissistic and sadistic.

So he won’t share, but he will also talk about himself and himself only.

If you ever heard him while he was talking to anyone, he would literally only talk about himself.

But, you had only heard him talking to someone else once.

Needless to say, that was the last time you ever wanted to hear him talk.

He is sadistic, so he is mean. He’ll purposely tunnel you in trails just to hear you cry.

It's one of his favorite noises.

When you first met him in a trial, he wasn’t nice to you once so ever. He learned that he loves to hear your cry in agony. He repeatedly knocked you down, picked you up, and let you wiggle off, then knocked you down again.

He was playing with you.

Of course, it didn’t feel like he was just playing with you, it felt like suffering.

He did this the whole course of the trial. Only stopping when one of the other survivors runs past him. He’d drop you then go after said survivor for a bit, making you think he’s done torturing you.

Boy were you dead wrong.

As soon as you are about to reach one of your friends to help get you off of the ground he snatches you up and starts the cycle all over again.

Until the other survivors (those who aren’t dead) fix up all the gens and open the gates.

They’ll try to save you but can’t without being hooked or moried. So they’ll have to leave you

What a great introduction to this guy right?

Anytime you had a trial with him you felt so much agony, after the first couple trials with him your friends gave up on trying to help you. Anytime they did they’d get downed, hooked, or moried. It seemed pointless to them.

Pinhead doesn’t understand his feelings towards you, nor does he care to understand them. He’ll just keep doing whatever it takes to get these feelings to either lessen or will do anything for his feelings if they please him.

So you can either expect a sadistic Pinhead or a creepily nice/stalkery Pinhead during a trial with him.

Good Luck

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hentyehottie · 1 year

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i am so upset. we’ve been moots for like a month now and i haven’t come to throw some filth in your ask box yet 😩 buT it’s not too late!

alsO hI miya it’s nice to officially greet you 👉🏾👈🏾 i’m glad you enjoyed reading warm bodies! how are ya?

clears throat this is so long and i’m sorry but i like to ramble when i have ideas

So, I was lowkey just scrolling through your blog (i need to read more of your tasty ass work fr fr) and I noticed you reblogged a short fic about villian Kiribaku… A concept that has been untouched by my brain and was probably for good reason because now all I can think about is Red Riot the hardening villain who uses unbreakable to strike fear into civilians, heroes, and villains who dare to threaten his authority. Red Riot the villain is fucking huge and bulky and still has a smile of sunshine but a heart darkened by a selfish society. He honestly gives me Pain vibes, and idk if you’ve ever watched The Boys but I think he’d fit in perfectly with them, he definitely wants to kill heroes who don’t deserve to be called heroes.

Red Riot is very meticulous about the crimes he commits but there is one thing for sure— he loves a good fight. Doesn’t matter where the fight is or when it is, if there’s a fight brewin’ he’ll be there to find it. Also, random fact, he likes rocks soooo… he robs a lot of jewelry stores when he wants to add to his collection or he goes “shopping” at museums.

For example, big boy Riot has left the headquarters in search of a way to get his knuckles bloody, cruising around, looking for a hero to pick a fight with. Listen, even he’s got standards. He’s murdered a couple of people but never innocent ones, only heroes that don’t deserve their titles. And for that, he’s wanted by the Japanese government… Why’s he still walkin’ around like he’s some regular civilian though? I don’t even know. But… oh! Look at that, a hero.

The name of this hero doesn’t matter, he’ll scrapbook it later. A grin spreads across the villains face, a set of razor sharp teeth reveal themselves as he begins to approach the unsuspecting hero, following them to a more secluded part of the city to minimize witnesses as well as collateral damage.

This particular hero has quite a destructive quirk, so it’s truly no surprise that as soon as Red Riot attacks him, the hero begins to lay in blows that aren’t held back in the least. Indiscriminate waves of the disastrous quirk, that Red Riot easily dodges or blocks, cause nearly irreversible damage to nearby buildings, which no-doubt is putting civilians in even more danger than Red Riot’s presence alone. This is exactly /why/ he does the things that he does. With just one stupid fucking test, anyone could become a hero, even psychopaths like this.

As the hero is attempting to knock Red Riot down, the redhead villian doesn’t halter in anyway, getting closer and closer to the hero that looks like their about to shit their pants right in the alley. He’s nearly a foot away from the hero when he hears a blood-curdling scream that appears to be coming from above. He takes a moment to glance up and sees a woman plummeting to her death from the destroyed building that was just beside the alley. Then he looked back at the hero to see if he would do anything.

No. He was far too busy trying to keep his own ass safe. And for some reason, that pissed him off beyond comparison. He’d been holding back since the fight began, giving the hero a chance to defend himself, but it appeared time was running out. Hardening his fist, he aimed a blow directly to the hero’s face, satisfied with the sickening sound of flesh and bone breaking from the heavy punch, and watched the hero fly back into a pile of garbage bags, deserved.

With the screaming come closer and closer to where he was, Red Riot used the debris of the crumbling building to propel himself upwards and easily captured the woman who’d been falling, only then taking note of the bundle of life that she had protectively curled over. As they approached the ground, he hardened his legs and landed with ease, causing quite an indent in the earth.

While she’d been falling, hero eyes remained shut the entire time, but when she stopped falling, suddenly becoming hyper aware of her surroundings and the big strong arms that were wrapped around her rather protectively, she slowly opened one eye to take a peek at her savior.

In all his glory stood the infamous new Hero Killer, staring down at her with an arched brow on his handsome yet rugged face. The childhood scar on his eyelid had somewhat faded but fresh scars had been added to his face, a few nicks on his chin, cheek, and forehead, but they didn’t take away from his handsome appearance. He’d been wearing a red sleeveless hoodie, that showed off his muscular arms and a sleeve of ink that started from his right wrist, up the entirety of his arm, and disappeared under the hoodie no-doubt covering his right pec with a decorative tattoo, along with some plain black cargo shorts. His hair was spiked in the front and the rest flowed down his back in a mullet of sorts. She hadn’t realized she bad been silently staring at him in awe until he cleared his throat, asking if she was alright. Weirdly enough, she felt comfortable enough to answer him honestly, along with thanking him for saving her life. Unexpectedly, a cocky grin spread across his face and an idea came to mind.

“I’ve got other ways you can thank me, lil’ diamond.”

Next thing she knows, Red Riot aka Hero Killer 2.0 is mumbling some name that starts with a ‘K’ and a portal of purple smoke suddenly forms beside them out of thin air. Poor girl is basically kidnapped right then and there, but who woulda thunk Red Riot wanted a reward for taking down another hero and that reward just happened to be the lil’ milf who’d just dropped from the sky (or destroyed apartment building more specifically).

Don’t worry though, he may be a villain but he’s sweet and kind when he wants to be. And that includes taking care of you and your kid. Just like any normal abductee you question this motives and why’s he suddenly taken you from your home. He easily corrects you, saying that your home no longer existed and it was the manly thing to do to offer his surface to provide for you until you were able to get back on your feet.

(insert that one Soulja Boy audio where he says ‘HUH?!’ hella loud)

Why in the flying fuck would this man offer to take care of you? He had to have some kind of objective. But… to your surprise, he didn’t. In fact, you were free to leave whenever you wanted, and he made that clear.

Much to your surprise, Red Riot didn’t live in the LoV headquarters, he lived by himself in his own lil’ cabin in the woods that could easily fit a family or two. It was strange. You were thankful that he saved you and your baby’s life, but he was still a villain. A really, really handsome one at that. After his oh-so-caring suggestion, he mentioned if you wanted him to he would drive you back to the city and drop you off wherever you wanted to go. You dunno how it happened exactly but he’d been holding your baby while he was speaking to you, rocking the sleeping infant in his arms like he was their biological father. How was this man so fucking charismatic and sweet to you? He HAD to have some kind of ulterior motive.

Spoiler alert: yes, yes he did, but not the one you would expect from him.

Y’see… he’s always wanted a family. And here you were, dropped right into arms for the taking, and you didn’t seem to want to leave anytime soon, so he was going to use this opportunity.

A day turned into a week, a week turned into a month. And just as he promised, he took you out the house whenever you wanted and asked you each and every time if you wanted to be left in the city after your daily adventures (shopping and shit y’know, yes this man goes grocery shopping). But you always went back to his cabin with him, each and every time. Was this Stockholm Syndrome? No… couldn’t be, he openly told you to leave if you wanted to, then did that mean you were falling for the rugged mass-murdering villian? Looks that way.

As expected, the developing relationship between the three of you was not normal in the least, but it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. He’d even introduced you to some of his buddies from LoV, only the ones he trusted tbh, and after that— you now had some willing and ready babysitters on call whenever you two needed.

Who wouldn’t abuse this opportunity? After some time convincing you, Red Riot, who had disclosed to you his real name was Eijirou Kirishima, managed to get you to go on a real date with him with just the two of you. And soooooo, ya did.

Who knew a villain could be so romantic? Certainly not you. He’d wined and dined you like his life depended on it and you were now putty in his hands. Perfect. The real games could begin.

He’s called a driver to take you both home and before you know it, Eijirou’s carrying you over the threshold like the two of you had just said ‘I Do.’

cracks knuckles

Now, this is where the real fun begins.

Red Riot, the hero-killing, tall, muscular, BDE, long-haired, thick-thighed, scarred, tattooed, smiling, thieving, hardening villain… has a breeding kink. And not just that, he’s got a big fucking dick that’s usually impressively hidden behind his usual wardrobe of loose fitting pants. But, you’ve seen him adjust himself more than a few times when he thinks you’re not paying attention, but you’re sure he just does it subconsciously without even realizing.

So there’s no real surprise when he’s dropped you onto your shared bed after a date and you can see the imprint of it through the black slacks he chose to wear. You coulda swore you saw the fuckin’ thing throbbin’ through the fabric but maybe your mind was playing tricks on you.

He’s now staring you down, noticing how your eyes have stayed glued to his crotch, with a timid look with some worry hidden behind your eyes. He grins and decides to have a little show for you. You’re struck back into reality when he suddenly grabs it, giving it a lil’ squeeze and a tug, causing your thighs to rub together in anticipation.

“No need to be nervous. It ain’t gonna hurt ya, baby. Promise.”

He purred, stroking his cock a few for times for you through his pants before moving his hands to start unbuttoning his shirt.

“Think you could strip for me, mamas? I like that dress on ya… Think I’d rip it to shreds if I tried to take it off.”

Sweet fuck, when’d you become so obedient???

Before you know it, you’re both naked and on top of the bed, not even bothering to get under the comforter or the sheets. Seems you two were impatient.

Eijirou was splayed out on his back, cock on fully display as it rested against his stomach that wasn’t exactly chiseled with abs, it was a lil’ squishy but the muscles in his arms and chest were hard to ignore. And would ya look at that, you were right, he did have a nagasode and hikae style tattoo with a dragon, flowers, and other symbols. His monstrous cock was almost teasing you with its ridiculous width and length, how was that going to fit in you? With its thick tanned shaft, and its fat brink pink circumcised tip that was dribbling precum despite being only half erect. The happy trail that led to a trimmed bush of onyx hair made you think about the hyped mane of hair on his head.

He’d decided to leave the gel out of his hair this evening so the bright crimson locks flowed in waves under his head… what kinda conditioner did this man use? Them locks shiny as a muhh’fucka- No, no, no, don’t get distracted.

Where were you?

He’d had you sitting on his chest, beckoning you to straddle his face with your thighs, and when you hesitated he took matters into his own hands and grabbed you by the hips, pulling you right onto his face.

Maybe I should have mentioned earlier that he’d got a forked tongue…? Y’know, the kinda tongue a snake has… He kinda got into a bit of body modification after dropping out of U.A.

And the way he uses his forked tongue on you is heavenly. So heavenly, that you nearly hunch over and run away from his skilled tongue, whining and whimpering his name, pathetically asking him to calm down and give you some time to adjust. The iron grip on your hips forces you stay right where he wants you, thick digits easily sinking themselves into your plush hips like memory foam. He’s absolutely ravishing you with the rapid fire motions of his tongue, writing out every Hiragana symbol in the charts, observing how you react to every trace of ever symbol. And when he draws out that one symbol, his tongue acting as a brush drenched in ink and your pussy acting as the paper, he notices the way you shudder and let out a guttural moan, clenching at his hair hard enough to make his scalp burn just a fraction— he smirks, abusing this new power.

ki ki ki ki ki ki ki ki ki ki ki ki.

Ironically, the symbol that makes you shudder and silently scream sounds a bit like laughter, and laughter you shall receive. It is the best medicine after all.

Abusing this particular symbol, it is no surprise that the hardening villian soon rips an orgasm right out of your body, the searing heat that builds up inside you releasing into his mouth as you squeeze his head between your thick thighs.

Easily, Eijirou laps up your sweet nectar while groaning about how sweet and delectable you are, and gives you a moment to collect yourself, hearing the sweet pants and huffs that escape you as he rubs comforting circles onto your hips. That won’t last long, however.

“Think ya can cum on my tongue a few more times, lovely? Gotta make sure you’re slippery enough to bounce on my cock a lil’ later after all, hm? Be a good girl f’me, ya know ya can.”

my bad, my bad… went a lil’ crazy on this one 🧍 do with this as you please, aLsO i had an urge to draW hIm but i haven’t colored the lineart yet 😩 ill show ya when im doNe

You’ve been reduced to nothing but a whining, whimpering mess on the redhead’s tongue. He’s flipped and twisted your aching body so many times to get you in the perfect position, but nothing beats that good ole spread eagle.

Your hero turned villainous lover has both of those big hands holding you wide open for him, fingertips sunk into your plush flesh.

One knee is flush against the bed, the other is up against your chest, leaving nothing hidden from his fiery gaze. Your pretty pussy is his to abuse, at the mercy of that dexterous tongue and those razor sharp teeth.

Your moans and sounds are so cute to him, so pretty he wants nothing more than to keep fucking you on that long tongue.

You peer down at the beast between your thighs and the sight has you immediately tossing your head back, a breathy sigh passing through your lips.

Eijirou looks so precious—crimson eyes hooded and low, the thin sheen of your slick spread around his mouth while he licked and sucked you to another release.

‘Cu-cumming.’ Is how you’ll warn him before your pussy is creaming around that tongue again. You’re so sensitive, clit so swollen and red even the waft of his breath hurts.

But Eiji loves seeing you squirm, so much that he’s lathering your poor clit in spit, sucking the nub into his mouth just to hear you squeal as you claw at the sheets.

“Ei, p-please baby.” You’re begging, pleading for just an ounce of mercy from your lover’s tongue.

He raises his head to look up at you, or what’s left of you, granting a brief intermission as he flips you onto your belly.

He’s palming the fat of your ass, spreading you until he’s face to face with your delicious cunt and puckered asshole, his moistened lips curling up into a devilish smirk.

He loves this. He loves you and your perfect fucking pussy so much that tonight he plans on making you a mommy again. As soon as you cum for him one more time he plans to split you open and breed you.

“Just one more pretty girl, I promise.”

It’s nice to meet youuu, I love your work 🥺❤️Villian Kiri makes my pussy brain melt 🥹 I hate that it’s so short but I’m writing like 4 other one shots and my brain is a can of baked beans right now 😭

Hey bae, care to join us? @darkmajesty-xo

#kirishima smut #villain kirishima #kirishima x y/n #kirishima x you

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vendetta-if · 11 months

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Hellooo, I discovered your WIP recently and AAAAAAAAAAH I’ve been obsessing over it for the past week now, it’s so good! You put so much effort into the flavour text and making the player’s choice come back into play, the MC feels so alive and I love it!

Anyways I’m sorry if this has been asked already, but what are Uncle’s and Дедушка’s opinions on the different ROs(including the poly)? Are they supportive whichever choice MC makes? Or do they have reservations over some of them?

I’ve been trying to catch up with all the asks you already answered but there’s so much content! So again I apologise if you answered this already.

Have a beautiful day<3

Thank you so much for your kind words! 💖 And no need to apologize! ☺️

For the poly for Grandpa and Luka, you can check here. 🤭 I’ll also include Viktor’s, Cara’s, and Grandma’s thoughts about the ROs because I’ve seen a few other asks asking for that as well.

Answers below the cut because they are long.

Ash

Luka: Automatic approval. He has figured out Ash’s crush on MC for a long time and if MC also has feelings for Ash, he’s this close to just tell them to kiss 😂 He knows that Ash prioritizes MC over themself in almost everything and Ash is one of the few people he trusts the most. No shovel talk is needed.

Pavel: Automatic approval. Ash is a really loyal member of the family just like their parents before them, and with their utmost dedication to MC, Grandpa knows that he’ll do whatever is necessary to keep MC safe.

Viktor: Yes! Yes! Yes! After spending a lot of time seeing the two hang out and babysitting them, he can’t help but notice Ash’s crush on MC. And he has witnessed firsthand how many times Ash has defended MC against anyone. He knows his baby will be safe in Ash’s hands and they’ll never experience heartbreak. Honestly, Viktor might be the captain of the ship 💀

Cara: She would be squealing in delight. She has noticed how hard it is for Ash to make friend and she is already happy enough that both Ash and MC can forge such a strong friendship. But them getting together… She’ll be relieved and overjoyed that her baby will finally be able to spend the rest of their life with someone who understand and love them. Ash and MC would be perfect for each other.

Alina: Not many people can impress her, but Ash’s loyalty and dedication to MC does make Ash one of the few people in that short list, and also, in an even shorter list of people she thinks would be deserving of her precious grandchild. It never fails to warm her cold heart inside every time she sees little Ash and MC play together. It is an instant approval from her.

Rin

Luka: Approval. Well, a wedding with Rin is just beneficial for both family all around and as long as MC doesn’t do it out of duty, but out of love, he’ll be more than happy. Plus, it will also make his best friend overjoyed. The only downside he can think of is that he’ll be brother-in-law with Takashi now 😂 Not that he actually minds, of course. He’ll often playfully complains about it, but he’s actually happy (don’t expect him to say it out loud though).

Pavel: Automatic approval. It’s just a very strategic wedding, tying the two families even closer through blood other than simply friendship. Pavel would be very satisfied of the union, although, he also doesn’t want MC to feel pressured to do it. He really cares about his grandchild and doesn’t want to push them too hard like he did Viktor.

Viktor: He would approve but not as readily as Grandpa or Luka. Takashi is a good guy—at least in Viktor’s standard—and he’s sure Rin is a good kid too. However, MC getting together with Rin would mean that it’s very likely they’ll get dragged into the family business. But as long as MC is happy and ready, he’ll support them.

Cara: Even she can’t deny that a marriage between a Morozov and an Aikawa is really beneficial. Personally, she’d like it more if MC can get with Ash because she knows about Ash’s feelings for MC. But as long as MC and Rin actually loves each other, she won’t have problems with it. Although, she’ll be a bit sad too in behalf for Ash.

Alina: Sure, the benefits of MC marrying Rin are good, but she cares more about what MC feels about it. After all, her own marriage to Pavel started out as an arranged one that thankfully ends far better than she expected, even if the road to there has not always been a smooth one. She wants to make sure MC actually loves Rin, and that Rin genuinely loves MC too. If so, then she’ll be more than happy for them.

Santana

Luka: Who? Oh, he thinks they at least know Santana’s father, although he has never interacted with him. Are you sure, MC? Santana is basically a nobody, not to mention, an underpaid detective and black sheep of the whole ECPD department. But seeing how in love MC and Santana are, he’d approve but not before giving a shovel-talk to the poor detective.

Pavel and Alina: Both agree that their precious grandchild deserves someone with far better prospects than a nobody detective. After making sure that Santana is not merely a high-maintenance gold-digger seeking to use MC to climb the ladder, they’ll be more receptive of them—especially since Santana is a polite and well-mannered person. But that won’t save them from a serious shovel-talk.

Viktor: He’ll be more open-minded and receptive of Santana compared to the rest of his family. He honestly doesn’t really mind Santana working a mundane job and he would be pretty impressed by their morals and how they try to stay as a clean cop, even to their own detriment. To him, Santana seems like a good, hardworking, honest, and well-mannered kid.

Cara: Just like Viktor, she doesn’t really mind Santana’s more humble background. And if MC loves them and they love MC back, and won’t try to fuck over the Morozov Family, she won’t have much problem with Santana. But to be safe, she’ll still give Santana a shovel-talk.

Skylar

Luka: Oh, hell no. MC, what the hell are you thinking? Have you not learnt from your dad’s and mom’s disastrous relationship? Luka is pretty sure that Skylar would prioritize their career over MC like Yvette, especially after learning that Yvette is Skylar’s mentor. He’ll relent if MC really insists, but he’ll keep an eye on Skylar and give them a stern shovel-talk.

Pavel: Being the child of Mayor Moore is certainly good. Moreover, their family is one of the richest in the city. But still, it’s barely enough to make Grandpa ignore the fact that Skylar is a superhero, and Yvette’s protégé too. He will certainly use his power to interrogate Skylar until they have nothing left to hide, and by then, if he judged that Skylar won’t hurt, betray, or break MC’s heart, and will always prioritize MC over their career, then he’ll reluctantly approve.

Viktor: Oh, this is complicated. What are the chances that his ex’s protégé getting together with his child? He’ll certainly be wary, even if he’s all charm and smile on the outside, constantly asking Skylar prodding questions in a disarming way. Might get charmed a bit back by Skylar, especially once they talk about both of their interest in photography. But once he saw that Skylar is actually different from Yvette, he’ll approve and be genuinely friendlier to Skylar, but that doesn’t mean they won’t get a shovel-talk from him.

Cara: MC, get behind her! Is this some kind of trick from Yvette? Was Yvette the one who introduced Skylar and MC to each other and tried to get them together? That cruel witch! Is she trying to make MC experience the same heartbreak she dealt to Viktor? Even after it has been proven that Skylar is different from Yvette, she’ll still be a bit suspicious, holding her breath for something that might not happen.

Alina: No, no! Skylar could be the child of the President for all she cares, but she won’t risk her beloved grandchild experiencing the same heartbreak that her son felt at the hands of Yvette, who also happens to be Skylar’s mentor?! After MC talks to her about how much they love Skylar and how Skylar also love them back, she’ll reluctantly approve because she wants MC to be happy. But she’ll always be on a lookout. Skylar won’t be able to charm her.

Ash/Rin Poly

Luka’s and Grandpa’s reactions are linked above 😁

Viktor: It is a pretty unconventional arrangement, that’s for sure. But if MC, Ash, and Rin are all okay and happy with it, then he’ll be happy as well. After all, his precious kid deserves to have two people who would love them fully and look out for them for the rest of their life.

Cara: Well, holy shit. This is such a perfect arrangement. Everyone’s happy, including her. Her child can still be with the person they love the most and who understand them, and that’s enough for her. Although, it still feels surreal that she’ll technically be sister-in-law with Takashi now. Well, she’ll prove she’ll be the cooler and more fun grandma to MC’s kids later on 😎

Alina: After making sure MC is happy with the arrangement, she will feel relieved. Everyone’s happy and get what they want at the end, and most importantly, she knows her beloved grandchild will be in good hands. Now, she hopes she can live long enough to meet her great grandchildren. A big, happy family is all she ever wanted.

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Do you have any advice for autistic people who just can't work anymore? I achieved all of the things I was supposed to - fancy college degree, eventually switched to a high paying career - but now I'm finding that I just can't work a traditional job anymore. (I'm privileged in that I can do some work, but it needs to be remote and on a flexible schedule, which is virtually impossible to find.) I've been searching for advice on this but haven't found much so far. Everyone talks about burnout recovery but I don't feel like I can ever recover enough to go back to how my life was before.

I have a whole chapter devoted to this in the sequel to Unmasking Autism that I am writing -- many Autistic people (including myself) come to this point, and it unfortunately requires us finding and creating means of subsistence for ourselves that exist outside of conventional 'independence' under capitalism. Every person's means of surviving who is in this position is a little bit different, but generally it is a cobbled together amalgamation of getting on government benefits such as disability or unemployment, relocating to a place in your country with a far cheaper standard of living, pooling resources together with roommates, family members, friends, community members, etc, doing part time or under the table work for additional spending money when possible, living in a trailer, houseboat, van, or other alternative to paying rent, finding a way to become more interdependent with other people (for example, handling childcare for a friend or loved one who works, being an in-home cook/cleaner for someone with a high paying job), etc. There is no easy or simple or satisfying answer to this situation; if there were, millions of people who are currently homeless would not be. But broadly speaking, the Autistics that I know who cannot work but are safe and sheltered and feed and reasonably okay in life utilize a combination of those options -- and that's my long-term plan as well, I can't sustain what I'm doing for much longer.

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chuuya w a virgin reader is so fuckin soft but also an ASSHOLE I know it.

he enjoys the way you're getting used to the sensations of your own body while he's giving you more to look forward to in next time. you're both learning yet it looks like he's gaining more from the experience then you are.

using his tongue and fingers to satisfy you more times then you can count so its less painful for when the 'big thing' happens. cooing and gently whispering to you when he finally pushes into you, that cocky ass smirk on his lips when he hears your whines of pain start to turn to moans of pleasure.

though he aint moving til you beg. he wants you so desperate for him so that he can hear the air get choked out of your lungs when he slams into you even once.

🌱

Hello I've been sitting on this ask for far too long but ughhhhghhh I have no excuse it simply makes me too gay to speak

First off he'd be SO honoured if you told him you want him to take your virginity. He's always respected your boundaries before, kissing you and maybe groping you a little but never pushing any further, and he makes you feel so safe that you know sex with him will be amazing. Of course, Chuuya wants your standards set high.

He sits you on the bed and kisses you slowly, peeling your clothes off and waiting for you to get over the embarrassment of being completely naked while he's still clothed. He lets you undress him too, groaning happily when you leave kisses down his chest and stroking your back. He tells you to lie back, make yourself comfortable, getting into place between your legs and keeping them spread. Even though it might be embarrassing because he's watching you like a hawk, it's also incredibly hot. He kisses your stomach and the insides of your thighs, gripping your hips and the fat of your ass to keep you in place while you squirm. Chuuya tells you to beg, he wants to know how much you want this and he won't move forward until he's satisfied. He eats you out like it's the last thing he'll ever do, spitting on your already soaking cunt and sucking patiently on your clit until you're twitching and bucking against him. He fingers you open while his tongue is busy teasing the little bud, making sure it feels as good as possible and you're ready to take his cock later.

When you cum for the first time he crawls up your body and simply holds you for a while, kissing you and letting you taste yourself on him, praising you while you come down from your high. He makes out with you for a while and lets you explore his body too, running your hands down his stomach and even touching his dick, watching you as you stroke it gently and squeeze a little, curious about it. He does this until you're grinding against him again, grabbing his hand and guiding it between your legs again. That's how he knows you're ready, but he's not going to move until you tell him. You have to use your words or he's not budging.

When he pushes inside he's got one hand keeping your hips steady, but the other is stroking your cheek while he reminds you to relax and let him in, let him fill you. He slides his cock through your folds and taps it against your clit, watching it twitch cutely when he smears a drip of precum over it. He dips the head in and out a few times, hissing quietly at how good you feel, but he doesn't start moving properly until you're once again begging him. Chuuya is very careful to not hurt you even a little, so as much as he wants to slam into you he forces himself to go a little slower. There will be time for everything, but right now he focuses on slow, deep movements that make you gasp as the breath is punched out of you.

#chuuya.bsd #🌱 anon #oughfhg i want himmmmmm

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What is hyunjin's real behind the scenes personality like?

this went very deep 😮‍💨 often happens when the person i read for is of very complex nature, he's def one of them lol..

hyunjin's real personality behind the scenes

based on tarot. i do not know these idols personally. energies are always changing. what i say is NOT straight fact. pls take it with a grain of salt!

temp, 9ofp&5ofw, kingofsw, queofp, 6ofw, 5ofc, queofc

+ very chill and peaceful energy. since hyunjin prefers things to remain balanced and calm, he doesn't enjoy conflict at all and prefers staying out of it whenever he can. a lot of contentment in his own comfort zone.. like a happy loner type of thing. he's the happiest when he's by himself and doesn't need to concern himself with others. the nine of pentacles often gives me this vibe of someone who loves smothering themselves. do the whole self care routines and stuff, to make themselves feel better.

on a day to day basis, he's much more mature than what meets the eye. i know i say this about many idols, but we all know how the kpop industry can often ask for idols to seem more "childlike", doing cat-ears and aegyo and cutesy stuff like that. (most kpop fans don't realize it but still struggle seeing these men as grown adults) hyunjin isn't into any of that at all, on and off camera lmao. there's this very serious and stern quality to him, he isn't someone to just "la la la ☺️🎶" stroll through life carelessly. he takes life seriously.

he also truly cares about the people he cherishes. there's an equally gentle energy to him, where he really wants to take care of the few people in his close circle that he loves. i don't see many people around him, he's someone who carefully choses who to give his time and energy to. but once you're important to him, he'll be fiercely loyal and committed to make sure you feel comfortable and safe around him. although materialistic (he values money a lot), he can be very generous with it when the time calls for it and enjoys gifting his loved ones expensive things. probably enjoys bragging that he was able to buy that with his own hardly earned money, he's very proud of the financially stable place he's been able to get to.

getting the five of cups as a positive is pretty interesting, since it's usually a card that stands for sadness, loss, regret.. however, the following emotionally intelligent queen of cups, tells me he's been able to take this easily hurt (very soft heart for sure) nature of his and turn it into more of a "positive" trait. he's a deeply empathetic and compassionate guy, since he exactly knows what it's like to get overwhelmed with sorrow. he's definitely the type to quietly sit with you and allow you to cry in his shoulders for hours, just listening to you sob.

i deeply felt his virgo moon come out here, which makes total sense, considering our moon is the side that is hidden away, often only comes out when we're by ourselves.

char, aceofc, 3ofsw&8ofp, 8ofw, 6ofp, 8ofsw

- oh hello aries mars. yeah, hyunjin can definitely get too worked up and completely lose himself once he's set a goal he desperately wants to achieve. the chariot tells me that, if this man wants something, he will do whatever it takes to get it, and likely completely disregard anyone else around him. like there's a very handy opportunity for him? do not expect him to give in and hand it to you. no matter how much you could want it, he really won't care about your needs at all. definitely has a very selfish and opportunistic side to him.

i can see this coming from deep insecurity. he's extremely sensitive, very easily hurt heart. a lot of his struggles come from his own expectations to himself, he never really feels like any amount of work is enough to satisfy his own standards. like there literally is no end. he never really feels this sense of relief one usually gets after a long day of hard work. he'll probably remember all the things he didn't do according to his own expectations, and will kinda ruin things for himself. very self-sabotaging tendencies. he stands in his own way a lot, makes things harder for himself than they should be and sets limitations where they don't need to be. he constantly struggles to let lose, and can drive himself crazy over the most trivial things and details others wouldn't even think about.

hyunjin can easily feel like he needs to be some sort of use or service to people in order for them to accept or like him. he can quickly feel worried that he doesn't live up to not only his own but other people's expectations as well, and is still in need of a lot of praise and validation. i can see him sucking up to people a lot and knowing how to play his cards well (esp. his looks!!) in order to get that approval.. a lot of needy and unstable energy when it comes to his self worth.

he still finds himself overwhelmed by his emotions. he's very all or nothing. like he either completely shuts off his feelings and tries very hard not to let something affect him, but once it gets to him, it overpowers anything else.

hyunjin can easily feel like he loses control of himself once he's worked up, and i can see him lowkey getting scared of his emotions since they're so strong. once he gets to this overly emotional and worked up place, i can see him just getting very messy and impulsive, talking (also shouting) a lot and just saying a bunch of offensive things he probably didn't even mean. and although he'll likely feel regret afterwards, it's unlikely he'll be able to come up to the person and resolve the issue again, despite knowing he's the one in fault.

#kpop tarot #stray kids tarot #i enjoy personality readings sm #so interesting to glimpse into someone else's soul

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NSFW Alphabet. These are my own head canons and opinions for what I think Joe would be like in the bedroom and let's just say I don't mind the sound of it. 💀

A is for Aftercare: Joe's a cuddler through and through, we all know that his love language is touch and after going at it for as long as humanly possible, there's nothing better he enjoys than wrapping his arms around you and snuggling up, humming silly rhymes at you, tickling your arm sweetly and telling you how much he adores you.

B is for Body part: Joe adores his hands being all over you, he loves the feel of your skin against his, the smoothness of the contact as he glides along your body so sensually and effortlessly, there's not one part of you that he couldn't name a favourite because he literally tells you that he wants and loves all of you every single day.

C is for Cum: Joe's a sucker for pulling out at the very last second, muttering for you to get down on your knees, to open your mouth as you watch him fist himself extremely unsteadily, his cock throbbing encaged inside of his hand.

D is for Dirty Secret: Joe will keep your underwear for safe keeping, occasionally taking it with him to places when he knows he's going to be without you for a long time, a special memory to keep him satisfied.

E is for Experience: Joe knows his way around the bedroom, his most favourite thing to do is explore your body, finding out what you like and dislike the most, knowing not what someone he previously might have been with had liked doesn't mean you're going to. But he's tried many different tactics and several positions to keep you going, so you're always up for seeing what he's going to get up to next.

F is for Favourite Position: Joe will bend you over wherever he pleases, he loves the feel of his balls slapping up against you, where he can gain the most control and feel all of him inside of you. It's a must for him to be able to stare uncontrollably at your ass jiggling whilst he pounds you.

G is for Goofy: When he's all in it, there's full seriousness until the moment it ends. But there's the odd time (especially when he's had a few drinks) that he'll be giggling when you're making certain faces, mimicking the moans you made and stupidly strip teasing in front of you, except he's tripping over his own two feet.

H is for Hair: Hair pulling. Hair tugging. A straight up yes for him. As for the crotch area, traditionally groomed, not too hairy not too bald, the odd curl to match his own head of hair. Standard.

I is for Intimacy: There's no beating around the bush, Joe's intimate levels are second to none and you will always feel taken care of in any sense when he's around you, but in the bedroom it's always took up a notch from the way he's got a hold of you or is egging you on and begging for your own release over his.

J is for Jack Off: Whether it's in front of you or away from you, Joe will always be thinking about you when he's getting busy by himself. His imagination runs wild and he'll just find himself rubbing down over his trousers, thrusting his hips up, eyes closed getting a straight up view of you on top of him, he'll edge himself for a while until he's a shaking mess.

K is for Kink: Degradation. Joe will make you feel like he hates you but then will love you even more afterwards, calling you names, pulling your hair, choking, marking and spanking. He's more dominant than you'd ever think possible and he'll go multiple times just to hear the sweet sounds of your screams.

L is for Location: He's typically a bed man, but he's not opposed to having you up against the wall if he can't be bothered to make it there first, the elevated feel of you bouncing on his length whilst he ploughs up into you is something that could make him cum instantly.

M is for Motivation: It doesn't take much to get Joe going, his sex drive is so high that he'll be making both threats and promises that if you're out, when you get home and you've been teasing or just generally look really good, you're in for it.

N is for NO: Joe really doesn't entertain the thought of anal sex, he's all for playing around with you when you're being fucked but he's not all bothered about trying or doing it.

O is for Oral: Joe prefers to go down on you all day long, there's nothing he'd rather do than have your legs spread apart and be tasting and enjoying his favourite meal. But in the same breath, if you're offering he will not refuse and will go all out to make sure he's fucking that pretty little face of yours until you're panting for air.

P is for Pace: He loves to tease you by starting off slow but then it'll build up, especially when you're practically begging him to fuck you harder, he will obey as soon as he feels your cunt clench around him, a soft grunt leaving his lips and there's no stopping him after that.

Q is for Quickie: If there's only time for that, he'll take it. But Joe much prefers to be able to take his time with you, hours of pleasure, making sure you're satisfied each and every time.

R is for Risk: Joe isn't one to take a real risk when it arises, but it doesn't mean that he's not game to experiment if it's something that he likes the sound of.

S is for Stamina: Joe's become a master of edging, he'll make sure you've orgasmed several times before he does and even if there's the one time that rule for him may slip, he'll keep going, urging you on to keep taking what he's giving you so well.

T is for Toy: Joe will love using your toys on you, he'll even let you use it on yourself whilst he just lays there watching you, his eyes boring down towards the main show you're putting on just for him. He even enjoys it when you use a vibrator on him, sucking on his balls whilst stroking it around his sensitive area just below his tip.

U is for Unfair: Teasing is his favourite past time, it's his very own mission to have you shaking and squirming before him before he let's himself gain pleasure. You're pretty sure he gets off on watching you beg for him to fuck you or to even just slip a finger in just to rid the ache he's encouraging.

V is for Volume: You're definitely louder than him, and that's just how he likes it. But when he moans you know about it. The soft groans that leave his lips when he first goes inside of you send you to a blissful melodic heaven. His favourite thing to do is whisper dirty things into your ear, telling you what he's going to do to you, how amazing you feel but finishing off in telling you that you're such a good girl, his good girl to be exact.

W is for Wildcard: There's no in between when Joe's under the influence of alcohol, he's either all sweetness and light or completely feral for you. The fantasy he's always had is eating you out down the side of an alley way, the wetter the better, your legs are squirming around him, wrapped around his neck to keep a grip of just where he wants you.

X is for Xray: An absolute head canon, my own opinion if anything. But his size is just above average, more girth than anything, something that you would definitely feel and he knows exactly how to use.

Y is for Yearning: An average sex drive, once he's in the mood there's no stopping Joe but he's all up for a quiet night in and good cuddle, even going out on a date night and spoiling the shit out of you and not having it end in passion is good enough for him.

Z is for Zzz: Joe's not one to go straight to sleep after sex, it actually wakes him up a little more and he'll talk your ear off or do his best to make you laugh, even when it's the middle of the night, he's quick to remember a story to tell you whilst you're cuddling away, his speech will start to slur but you'll eventually drown out his voice into the back of your head whilst you slip into peaceful slumber yourself. The occasional mhmm back to him is all he needs to know you're listening. It's rare he'll be asleep before you.

#joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn x reader

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zodiactalks · 1 month

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These are each Zodiac Sign DATING DEALBREAKERS

Are you looking to date a particular Zodiac sign?

We can't tell you what to do, as every person is different, but we can certainly tell you what to avoid.

Today, we'll cover each Zodiac sign's dealbreakers.

Aries

Aries need partners who are capable of handling excitement, so if you're a couch potato, or you're completely unwilling to try out new things, it's best to start looking elsewhere.

Don't get us wrong, Aries does enjoy their relaxation time, but if they consider you boring, that's an immediate game over.

Taurus

Taurus loves stability, and while they might enjoy the occasional adventure, they prefer to play it safe whenever they can.

Improvising things and going with the current may work for you, but it certainly won't work for Taurus, so you want to get all your ducks in a row before you even attempt to woo this sign.

Gemini

There are many, many, many things Gemini will overlook in a partner, but being unable to keep up with them both mentally and verbally isn't one of them.

Geminis love talking, and they adore having interesting discussions and even the occasional argument. If you don't feel like you can give them that, it's better to step aside.

Cancer

Everyone knows that Cancer is one of the most family-oriented signs in the Zodiac, which means that anyone who comes between them and their family will be immediately disqualified.

Cancers aren't prone to casual dating, so when they do date, someone, it's to bring them into the family, so you want to try your best to fit in, or else you'll be kicked to the curb.

Leo

Leos love being the center of attention and they adore treating life like an adventure, which means they prefer dating people who can satisfy both of those needs.

If Leo doesn't feel like they're important for you, and if they feel like you're trying to tone down their flair for the dramatic, then they'll run away sooner rather than later.

Virgo

It's a well-known fact that Virgos are perfectionists, but what most people don't realize is that they often hold other people to those same standards.

Virgos expect others to be just as meticulous and dedicated as them, so if you're not, chances are your relationship with a Virgo will be far more stressful than you hope for.

Libra

Libras enjoy meeting new people and interacting with others, so dating a shy person who would rather be alone can seriously complicate things.

They might be willing to try, sure, but if their partner doesn't try to get out of their shell in return, chances are the relationship just won't work in the long run.

Scorpio.

Scorpios are suspicious by nature and they hold honesty and sincerity to the highest regard.

In a relationship, they expect their partners to be as honest and open as possible, so dating someone who's closed off and secretive isn't really going to work.

Sagittarius

Sagittarians love traveling and acquiring new experiences, to the point that they'd rather sacrifice a relationship than their ability to explore the world.

As such, they often look for partners who'll travel alongside them, so if you're the kind of person who's looking for a more stable life, it's best to look elsewhere.

Capricorn

Capricorns prefer to feel wanted, rather than feel needed, which means they often look for partners who have their lives together and don't need constant reassurance or help.

They're capable individuals who enjoy pursuing activities on their own rather than doing everything as a couple, so if you're a clingy lover, there's no need to apply.

Aquarius

Eccentric and free-thinking, Aquarians thrive where there's no judgment, and that extends to every aspect of their life.

If you prefer keeping up with appearances rather than pursuing your dreams –no matter how strange they might be– then Aquarius isn't the partner for you.

Pisces

Everyone enjoys feeling appreciated when they're in a relationship but Pisces take this to the next level.

If you're not the kind of person who shares their appreciation verbally, or you expect your partner to be satisfied with minimal demonstrations of love, then step aside because Pisces requires a much more hands-on approach.

#Zodiac #Zodiac Signs #Zodiacs #zodiac facts #zodiacsign #astrology #astrology signs #Aries #Aquarius #Cancer #Capricorn #leo #libra #Gemini #virgo #Pisces #Sagittarius #taurus #scorpio

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You and Your Human: Part 2

Part 1

You let yourself fall apart with your human for a few more moments before pulling yourself up. You are not helpless. You have your own ship now. You can keep yourself and your human safe. But you need a new crew. Loyal ones, who are good at their jobs and don't mind humans. Which... isn't so easy to find.

Luckily, you and your human are at one of the largest trading posts this side of the Starry Abyss. If there's anywhere you can find someone who won't much mind working with a human, it's here.

You do not actually end up finding your first crew member, they find you. In fact, they run up to you, beaming.

"Pronouns?" they say, speaking to you in your native language. You are stunned.

"Er... she/her variance?" you say.

They nod and keep speaking, words tumbling out, accent like that of a native speaker. But unless the setup of the trading posts has very much changed since your last visit, they cannot be a native speaker. They are tall, with feathered wings and puffy gray-white hair. They wear flowing white robes and their beak makes a satisfying clicking noise as they speak.

"Oh my gosh thank you so much, I'm not sure why they sent you as opposed to one of my superiors... are you working for one of the ambassadors? You know what, it doesn't really matter. Anyway, thank you for reconsidering I swear I won't let you down--"

You puff your tail up and step in front of your human. "Pronouns?"

"They/them variant."

You nod. "Excuse me, but who are you and what do you want?"

The Equilian backed up. They looked genuinely remorseful, which made you feel a bit bad.

"Oh my gosh I am so sorry," they say. They chuckle nervously, teeth retracted into their beak. "I didn't-- I have been a mess today, Saints. I'll just tangle my way out of here then...?"

They start to walk away, but you let out a high-pitched squeak, a signal to wait. You aren't sure why. Your human squeaks at you, but it has the pitch wrong and you can't tell what it's trying to say. You pat its ankle reassuringly and then turn back to the Equilian.

"How do you know Pyricese so well?" you ask. Most people do not know more than their standard language, and maybe a second one they learned at school. It is the reason why most ships are only one species, why the United Galactic Council failed so badly, and why translators are one of the most coveted resources in the Abyss. Someone like you-- who speaks nearly every language a person might need-- well, everybody wants you. It's why you have to be careful.

"I spent five years as part of an aid program, for the alliance between our two planets." Their head bounces up and down, almost like a nod, and you notice your human copying the motion. "I'm essentially fluent!"

"Aid?" you say. There is a cold spiral of dread in your stomach. You feel sick. "What happened?"

"Oh. Oh Saints you don't know."

"What. Happened." Your human is babbling comforting nonsense in the background. Normally you would be happy to hear it speaking its native language, but you are too hopped up on adrenaline right now. When you get back to your ship, you are going to have a nice hot bath and a long lie down. This much adrenaline cannot be healthy.

"It was a sandstorm," the Equilian says. "A bad one. A lot of things were destroyed, pretty soon after the alliance was formed. So they sent over aid groups to help."

"You were one of them?" you clarify. You are starting to have an idea.

"Yeah." The Equilians wings slump. Their feathers are messy, they must not have preened in a while. "Was. My contract ran out and I wasn't a citizen so... I wasn't allowed to stay."

You realize that you are leaning forward, tail perked up. You look too invested in this, you don't even know this person. You're always emotional after a breakdown. "What I am hearing," you say, recovering magnificently if you do say so yourself, "is that you are in need of a job."

"Are you offering?" the Equilian says.

Your tail shakes upwards. "I am. What can you do?"

"I'm a builder, or have been for a while, but I've always liked to think that I'm a good pilot," the Equilian says.

You smile. "It just so happens that I have acquired a new ship. And I'm not a particuarly good pilot."

The Equilians wings flap in and out. "That's-- that's great! Are you ready to go, or do you have any other business? Is there somewhere I should meet you?"

Your human is making soft muttering noises. From what you can parse, although it is difficult to follow two languages at once, it is trying to figure out what you are saying. It does not seem to be having much luck, which makes sense, you've only taught it it/its variance and this whole conversation has been in she/her and they/them variance.

"Meet me at the docks, in the crow section," you say. "I'll show you where the ship is once I get there." You do not think your pilot would steal the ship, but it is standard procedure, and you do not want to risk getting stranded, especially not now that you have a human to protect.

The Equilian nods, and flutter-walks away. You grab your human by the hand, and head off into the crowd. You have more crew members to find.

#story #story snippet #original character #writblr #second person #humans are space orcs #if anyone wants more details-- about any of this really-- send me an ask! I love talking about my worldbuilding #Part 3: Prequel Time!#you and your human

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A Court of Tangled Flames - Chapter 11

The village was nestled between two towns. It was close enough to the Summer Court that the weather was influenced by it. A crisp day befell them with blue skies and a golden sun that warmed the skin. When they passed through the wards, Nesta released a small gasp, finally able to see the sprawling village. More and more houses were being built from brick or wood as Eris shifted more to the area. It was filled with his loyalists. Ones who opposed Beron’s rule. There were many females here too that he and Orla had helped to relocate.

It was an idyll. Some days. Other days, headaches came.

Farmers groused that the neighbouring towns were undercutting the price of crops or the lesser fae grew uneasy with so many high fae beginning to filter in. Managing the tensions in all of these pockets was a constant juggling act. Eris could be like his father with a divine rule. Any opposition found their tongues cut out or heads chopped off. No, an iron fist was not the way to be. It did mean long hours of listening to farmers rant about the price of turnips or teachers complaining that their students didn’t listen – as if Eris could control either of these things. In his long years of moulding these sanctuaries, Eris had learnt that people simply wanted to be heard. They wanted somebody to listen rather than solutions, but if he could offer those too, that was better.

Eris was accosted by a cross, hairy male who – as expected – launched into a tirade about his neighbour’s children stealing pumpkins or smashing them on his land. Eris let him grumble and grumble then the male reasoned with himself that children will be children before wandering off to settle it with his neighbour.

'He was a lesser faerie?'

'A hob. Rather than risking offending him, which is the worst thing one can do with a hob, I find it’s better to let him talk himself into a circle.’

Nesta’s brows raised in surprise. ‘I’ve heard of hobs. My mother said they did the housework instead of servants.’

At that, Eris laughed heartily. ‘Never say such a thing to a hob. They’ll put ashes on your clothes or smash your plates. They have been enslaved in the past, but they’re very proud. They work on favours rather than gold.’

‘And there are more of these hobs?’

‘Yes and no. They don’t do well together so there aren’t many living here. But there are many in the Autumn Court and Spring. We have many types of lesser fae. Piskies are very common here. They are wonderful with horses – the male you saw at the stables is one. Spriggans are the third most common but I would recommend not interacting with them if you can avoid it.'

‘Why so?’

‘They’re incredibly strong.’ Eris checked the area to ensure none were around. ‘They also delight in mischief and misery. They’re spiteful. Ugly, crooked things.’

‘All of them?’

Eris shrugged. ‘As a rule.’

Throughout their afternoon, Eris and Nesta were jostled between people desperate to give their well-wishes on the wedding as well as to interrogate him on what he’d do about the weak bridge in the east and the rising numbers of bears that we moving south from the Winter Court. In these moments, Nesta was often drawn away into new conversation but Eris kept an eye on her. Although the village was safe, he still would not be complacent with her.

Many elder females examined her to see if she was up to standard then when they were seemingly satisfied, Nesta was offered a never-ending supply of teas, cakes, and biscuits. Each one desperate to seek the approval of the future lady of the court with their baking. For the duration, Eris had been locked into conversation with a group who were inciting tensions in one of his father’s strongholds to cause Beron a headache, but he kept his eyes flickering back to Nesta. By some miraculous feat, she ate one of everything that was presented to her. He didn’t know how she wasn’t sick. Or how her teeth hadn’t fallen out from the sugar.

Later in the afternoon, many began heading for the temple perched atop the hill. It was an ancient thing, built centuries ago.

‘Are we attending?’

Eris’ heart jolted from that small word. We. As if they were part of something together.

‘No. I won’t force you through it.’ He aimed to take Nesta by the elbow and wheel her around towards the river where many lesser fae made homes on the water in long, narrow boats painted bright colours.

‘Tell me honestly, if I wasn’t here would you attend the service?’

Eris pushed out a breath. ‘Yes.’

‘Then let us attend.’ Nesta gestured for him to lead the way to the modest temple perched atop the hill.

‘I don’t want to influence you or force you when you don’t believe,’ he explained carefully as they began their climb up the hill. Faith was a personal thing.

Nesta shook her head dismissively. ‘I don’t believe because it was never explained to me. Let me attend before I cast judgement. I must admit that I like the idea of something greater watching over me.’

It was strange for Eris to think of mortals existing without a higher being to guide them. No Cauldron or Mother. Then again, they likely had nothing to give thanks for. Their lives were brief and bleak. It wasn’t the Mother that parents scared their children with stories of to keep them in line, it was the fae.

‘Forgive me if this is presumptuous, but I didn’t imagine you to be a fervent worshipper.’

‘Because of my questionable morals?’ He teased. It was true. He was not the type. Many times, Eris had squirmed in a service when priestesses had spoken of goodness and purity – all of the things that he lacked. ‘Fervent maybe is not the correct word. We all need something to believe in, some more than others. After the service, I will tell you exactly why I have faith.’

Eris led the way to a space on one of the pews. Many had already come for the service while more filed in afterwards. All recognised him. That was fine – Eris did frequent this temple. Nesta was not a secret. The village was safe. Some gave a murmured greeting in the almost silent temple while others who hadn’t met her yet craned their necks from their benches to scrutinise Nesta. The female pretended she didn’t notice the curious eyes or whispers. She had done well today. Excellent even. She hadn’t coveted friends, but those who had approached her were met with a female of quick wits and honest words. That was far better than honeyed words that hid their falseness.

The service flowed through hymns and prayers. There was a lot of rising then kneeling then sitting then rising once more. Eris always thought it was to counteract the drowsiness that came from a warm temple littered with cosy candles.

Nesta listened devoutly, soaking in every word to understand the teachings. He could not have felt prouder that she had chosen to be here. If Nesta decided it was not for her, Eris would not begrudge her decision. It was foreign to her. But she had tried to understand and that was crucial to her life as a faerie. And it mattered a lot to Eris.

‘You didn’t sing,’ Nesta murmured as the service came to an end.

He let out a soft snort. ‘I never sing.’

A few fae shook Eris’ hand at the end of the service as they filed out. They filled him in on their farms or families. A few more wanted to greet Nesta too. She nodded and listened, asking them to repeat their names as she committed faces to memory. There were many types of lesser fae in the village. Poor Nesta had likely never seen their sort, but to her credit, she hadn’t shown any outward alarm or surprise.

‘My lord,’ a soft voice said.

Eris was greeted with a pair of brown eyes, as large and innocent as a fawn’s. The female wound a lock of her auburn hair around her fingers as she offered a polite curtsey to him. How the ribbons of her stay hadn’t snapped from how tightly they’d been pulled to push up her bust, Eris would never know.

‘It has been so long since we have seen you, I had almost forgotten your face.’

‘Life has a habit of running away with me.’

She tittered out a laugh then stroked a hand along his arm. ‘Tell life that I am jealous.’

Eris pulled his arm free of Aurelia’s claws and stepped away. ‘I’ll be sure to send you my vast number of reports to file if you are jealous. Aurelia’s father is the male I rely on to keep Altor Hay turning. This is my wife, Nesta.’ He slipped an arm around her lower back, drawing her closer.

Disappointment pinched at Aurelia’s features. ‘I had heard a rumour. We were all disappointed you did not wed an Autumn Court female. Does a Night Court female not pale next to one of your own?’

Eris did not like her tone. Aurelia had been pushed for many years by her father to lock him into marriage. There was nothing unpleasant about her – apart from her rabid ambition that was desperate for a Vanserra surname and nothing more in life. She always made a beeline for him – and always ended up spraining an ankle or feeling faint in order to lean on him. It was irksome and transparent.

‘You are being incredibly disrespectful to my wife. I have only ever wanted the best – regardless of court, Aurelia – and that is who I have. I would not have entered a marriage to any but my equal.’

Her brown eyes went to his hand spread across Nesta’s hip where his tattoo lay. Bitterness was swallowed down as Aurelia remembered that one day, Eris would be high lord – and Nesta would be the female at his side, not her.

‘Forgive me. My emotions overpowered my sense.’

Nesta smiled sweetly. ‘It can happen when it is in short supply.’

Before the blow could land, Nesta turned to leave – and Eris followed whilst trying to suppress a laugh. Her wit would be the death of him.

The last rays of sun clung to the sky so Nesta drew her cloak tighter around her. She retrieved her gloves from a pocket to slip them on then laced her arm through his once more as if she belonged there.

‘Thank you for defending me.’

Eris blinked. ‘You’re my wife. I won’t let anybody speak poorly of you.’

‘You don’t even know me.’

They headed towards the stable where his horse had been kept for the day. His stomach was beginning to rumble but Nesta had been exposed to enough people for the day. She’d want to recede back to her own company to decompress. They could eat in his rooms, away from more strangers.

‘I promised not to lie to you. The truth is that any disrespect towards you reflects upon me. We are seen as equal. To many here, they see you as my possession. If I let it slide, I lose control. I let them think they have the ability to criticise my decisions.’ Eris puffed out a breath. ‘But it feels like a lie to tell you that. I defended you because you are brilliant no matter what court you come from. I defended you because I do not want anybody to make you feel as if you are not good enough. Put your foot in,’ he said, pointing to the stirrup. ‘I do know you. Some of you. I know that you are likely itching to get back to privacy and are hoping I leave you alone for the evening. I know that you save your favourite part of the meal to the end and eat the parts you like least first to get rid of them.’

Eris helped Nesta into the saddle with a smooth lift then he swung himself up behind her.

‘I know that you’d put your friends’ safety above your own, that you read a book in two sittings and sometimes mouth the words, and you sleep with two pairs of socks on because you always have cold feet.’

Nesta spluttered a reply. He’d learnt to be observant. It helped read his father’s moods. It had taught Eris when to stay out of his father’s way or when to take cover entirely.

‘And I know that it shocked you when I defended you in front of Aurelia which makes me feel quite cross that it wasn’t done in the past.’

The horse went at a trot towards the black forest. He didn’t know if he’d pushed Nesta too far or terrified her by revealing that much information. It wasn’t that he stared, he just tended to notice things. The little things made up the big things. They deserved attention.

‘Was she a past lover?’

Was that jealously that Eris heard in her tone? The thought did something to him. He pressed his lips together to stop a smile forming as they rode.

‘Would you care if she was?’

‘I’d like to know how many ex-lovers will confront me.’

Nesta sank back in the saddle, leaning against him rather than holding herself rigid.

‘Aurelia’s father has tried for many years to make me realise what a good wife his daughter would make. I’ve never been inclined to listen. She wants my surname. And probably the vast hoard of treasure beneath the vaults of the Forest House.’ Eris wasn’t sure whether to tell Nesta that the law also stipulated that upon his death, she would inherit his wealth. She might kill him. ‘Aurelia is not a lover. You will meet females like her again though – ones whose ambition comes from a desire to please a nagging parent.’

‘I know the sort.’

The eldest daughter of a wealthy merchant from the mortal lands… Yes, Nesta had likely been primed for marriage too. He remembered Feyre being unable to read beneath the mountain and yet Nesta swallowed books on every topic. How could two daughters experience such a difference in education?

Eris knew that he should have winnowed them closer to the Forest House, that he risked both of them by being out in the dark with no smokehounds or his own sentries canvassing the area. He was a fool. A fool who relished the warmth of her body knocking against his as the horse trotted onwards.

***

They were taking the long way back to the Forest House, Nesta was sure of it. She didn’t mind too much. Although the encroaching night was cold, Eris’s body was warm against hers. It was the darkness that Nesta struggled with. She couldn’t see the path that the horse found. Her only guess was that Eris had spent so much time in the vast forests that he could seemingly craft a way back with little light. If she spent too long in silence, the shadows began to warp into horrors. Each rustle of a branch was an assailant of the Night Court sent to retrieve her.

‘You’ve gone all tense. Are you alright?’

Nesta forced her lungs to exhale rather than remain locked like a cage. A trembling hand slid on top of his around the reins to ground herself.

‘The forest is fearsome at night.’

She had heard mention of bears in the village earlier. Maybe Nesta could spin that as the reason for her fears.

‘I will winnow us.’

‘No,’ Nesta said quickly. It was her own imagination running away with her, but she was not in a hurry to be close to Beron again. She wanted more than anything to be in the comfort of the little cottage or even Orla’s home. ‘Darkness.’

That was all Nesta could manage.

‘I have an idea.’

The unpleasant sensation of winnowing seized her as if she was being forced into a place that was too small. The air was suddenly colder. The sharpness of it made her gasp.

‘I will show you the jewel of my court.’

They dismounted, tethering the horse where the trees were sparse despite Nesta’s worries that some harm could befall it. Eris waved it away, claiming the horse knew how to kick.

Together they walked out of the trees into a barren area. It was cold enough for Nesta to see her breath in the dark. Sensing her discomfort, Eris kindled fire to his palm and brought her close so she could reap the benefits of it.

Snow dusted the mountain range that she knew spread across to the Winter Court. They weren’t as massive as the ones in the Night Court but they were still impressive. To a sheltered once-mortal who hadn’t seen beyond her town, anything ignited her wonder.

On they went into a cave that felt warmer without the wind whipping at them, but still Eris kept his fire going to light their way. It should have set alarm bells ringing that Eris Vanserra was leading her into a cave, but none came. Eris had not given her reason to fear him. After seeing him in the temple, Nesta did not believe he would make vows to the Mother to protect and love Nesta if he planned to hurt her. There were some lines that even Eris would not cross.

‘You never told me why you have faith.’

‘I always feel safe in temples. When I was a boy, I smashed something on my father’s desk. It was accidental but I shouldn’t have been in there. I knew he’d beat me. I ran and ran until I found a temple. They offer sanctuary. Even here, their devotion to the Mother trumps that of the high lord. They never gave me up to him. I think they’d have kept me there my whole life rather than surrender me.’ Eris shrugged carelessly. ‘I’ve never been able to repay the kindness of three elderly females who sheltered a scared, little boy from his father.’

Nesta could not imagine it - a father so cruel – but after meeting Beron, she supposed she could. He had a way of dominating the space he was in, of taking away all of the air, the light, so it was only him. The way that Eris had said he knew his father would beat him was too casual, too common. She had seen the scars on his back. All of Beron’s sons were his possessions to mould and squash however he wanted. Lucien had been evidence of that.

‘Did your father beat you?’

The corner of Eris’ mouth ticked up. ‘I prayed and prayed to the Mother to protect me. My father was called away on urgent business at the Winter border. It kept him there for two weeks – and caused many issues. The broken ornament was forgotten.’

‘Can’t deny the Mother with a divine intervention like that,’ Nesta said, a wry smile tugging at her lips too.

‘You cannot. I’ll always owe her.’

They paused. The cave was nothing spectacular. Nesta stared up at the ceiling then canvassed the walls around them, searching for the reason why Eris had brought her to the place. His fire extinguished, plunging them into a darkness where she could see nothing. Warm hands tugged at hers, bringing Nesta into a slow walk.

‘How do you see anything?’

‘I eat so many carrots,’ Eris teased. ‘Isn’t that what mortals say?’

One day, Nesta would ask him how he knew so much about mortals or why he was so invested in them. He knew their sayings, read their books. At her stumbling, Eris tightened his grip to steady her. Her feet shuffled over the stone until they came to a stop.

The roof of the cave glittered and glowed with a marvellous light that was almost blue. As Nesta examined it closely, the lights moved. They wiggled and flickered in a strange show of light.

But Nesta couldn’t marvel at it. Her eyes had moved to the ground. Stone gave way to a lake within the cave. A slow trickle of water sounded somewhere far in the blackness. Her heart clenched. Her whole body seized with a blind panic.

Run. She needed to run.

Nesta broke free of Eris’ hand to retreat into the tunnel, as far from the water as she could go.

‘Nesta?’

Her throat had closed up. Only a rasp came as she breathed. She couldn’t do it. Couldn’t be there.

Fear had her squeezing her eyes shut and not pulling away when Eris wrapped his arms around her. Her breaths hissed between her teeth as she tried to calm herself. But they were still so close to the water. Still in reach.

‘They’re just glow worms. An insect. Nothing magical or cursed. They can’t hurt you.’

His voice was gentle, spoken almost reverently in the darkness not to disturb the strange lights.

‘The water.’

Nesta felt as if the kelpie was crawling towards them. That at that very moment it could be dragging its long body towards them, ready to drag them down to its lair.

She wrenched her face away from Eris’ chest, as if she might catch that pair of black eyes staring at her from the surface. To give her fear a justification.

‘It’s quite safe. There are a few eels but other than that there’s nothing else.’

Eris moved so that he stood behind her, arms laced around her front.

‘I’ll dive in there to prove it, if that makes you feel better.’ His breath tickled against her ear lobe.

It sounded like a joke but Nesta had a feeling he probably would just to prove his words weren’t empty.

She tried to focus on the beauty of the cave. Never had Nesta ever seen anything of the type before. It ought to have stunned her. But that worry was still there.

Oddly, the weight of Eris’ body behind hers, together with the warmth of it, was a comfort. She should have been reviled by him. Repulsed by the Vanserra reputation. Against her back, she could feel the stable thumping of his heart. It tethered her to the present. Slowly, her wave of anxiety receded. Nesta still could not help her eyes from flickering back to the water to make sure nothing watched them, that nothing crept closer to take vengeance.

For a long while, they stood in silence, gazing up at the cave. It was a rare moment of peace in Nesta’s ever changing world. She imagined that if she asked Eris if they could stay there forever, he’d try to make it happen. Not one part of her could explain why he cared so much. A voice in her head still rationalised that she was simply a pawn for him to use against the Night Court – but she had seen the anger in his eyes over her treatment. That could not be faked. He wouldn’t bring Gwyn and Emerie to visit, risking himself, for anything other than her own happiness. She couldn’t figure him out. Maybe there was nothing to figure out. He was a male who tried to be good. A male who was earnest in his attempts, but a male who was in a place where he couldn’t let his goodness out in the open.

When his stomach refused to stop growling, so much so that it gave Nesta the giggles, they departed back to the forest. She was overjoyed to see the horse was still in one piece, happily grazing in the moonlight.

It would be a lie to deny that Nesta enjoyed the care that Eris took with her. He offered her the independence to try and mount the horse, but his steady hands were ready to help. They were always so delightfully warm. Eris was only ever respectful too. His hands stayed where they were needed, and let go once they were not. Once they were settled in the saddle, Eris ensured that her cloak was drawn around her shoulders to chase away the chill before he dug his heels into the horse’s flank and led them on.

The horse whinnied then reared back.

Eris sent his fire to blaze in a circle around them, while one hand clung to the reins. Nesta clung to his arms too.

Azriel peered at them in the darkened forest, his shadows skittering away from the fire.

‘You are trespassing, Shadowsinger.’

Winnow us to safety, Nesta thought. She did not imagine that Azriel was above dragging her back to Velaris on Rhysand’s command. Or Cassian’s. He was always the one to do the most unpleasant tasks that nobody else could bear to do.

She clung to Eris’ arms tighter as if it might anchor her. Could he hear how painfully her heart beat in her chest?

‘I haven’t come here for an argument,’ he said, voice like ice. ‘I need the truth.’

The steady heartbeat now pulsed rapidly against her shoulder as Eris held her close.

‘You know better than to come here.’

Azriel gritted his teeth. ‘I’m not here on an order. Under the Mountain. I need to know what Rhys did.’

‘One night would not be enough to tell you all the vile things your high lord did for fifty years.’

Nesta could not explain why Azriel deserved the truth. She supposed that he had never said a bad word about her – at least to her face. Perhaps that twisted part of her wanted him to know exactly the sort of male Rhysand was, so his vision of his high lord would be ruined. He was not pious. He did not deserve the worship he received from his cult.

Begrudgingly, Eris told Azriel how, night after night, Rhysand had trotted her sister out in scraps of fabric, her skin tattooed, whilst she was intoxicated. How she was forced to writhe in his lap and dance for their entertainment. How fun it must have been for the fae to use a simple mortal for their play thing. He spoke of Clare Beddor and the horrible way she’d died. It wasn’t easy to listen to. It hadn’t been the first time, but now Nesta became angrier. It burnt inside her like embers, smouldering within. He’d punished her for not hunting. She would punish him for the degradation he put Feyre through. That he still put her through.

‘Rhys probably did it to protect her.’

Eris snorted. ‘Amarantha did not give a shit about her. Feyre had a broken arm. She was dirty. Starving. My mother brought her water. She was ready to die. Then Rhysand made a deal with her. After his little shows, Amarantha wondered why he was so interested in her. His intervention changed Amarantha’s interest.’

‘They’re mates.’

‘And that excuses his behaviour? Ask yourself what your high lord would have done to her if Feyre Archeron had not been his mate?’

Nesta waited for Azriel to justify Rhysand’s behaviour again. To seek a reason why he did it. Rhysand could not possibly do wrong. When he didn’t answer, Eris shook his head. ‘It was all to get back at Tamlin. Everything he did was to slight the male.’

‘There had to be a reason.’

‘My goodness, you just believe everything he does must be altruistic,’ Nesta said, her frustration growing. ‘Is it so difficult to believe that he has done bad things? The Winter Court children-’

‘-Were not killed by him.’

‘Really?’ Eris said incredulously. ‘You believe the lie he spun that there was a mystery daemati who Amarantha never used except for this purpose?’

‘Who is the daemati in this court?’

Eris let out a mocking laugh. ‘What a talent for interrogation you have, Shadowsinger.’

Azriel snapped his attention to Nesta, taking in the closeness to Eris. The way he did not let go of Nesta so Azriel could not winnow her without dragging Eris along to. ‘How can you stand near him, knowing what he did to Mor?’

Morrigan who had taken every opportunity to wedge herself between Nesta and Cassian, who had never liked Nesta and made no secret of it.

‘Eris did nothing to her. It was her family who hurt her. Not Eris. What do I owe Mor? Mor who told me I belonged with the people who hammered nails into her? Mor who wanted me dumped in the mortal lands? I owe her nothing, certainly not my loyalty.’

‘Eris Vanserra is a liar and a villain, Nesta. If you stay with him, you will be hurt.’

‘Is it so impossible for you to imagine that others wear masks? How can it be that only Rhysand masquerades?’

Azriel pinched the bridge of his nose, the conversation not going the direction he wanted it to. ‘What about Cassian?’

‘What about Cassian?’ Nesta spat back. The embers had been kindled into a flame that devoured her from the inside out. ‘Do you think Cassian cared about me when he forced me to march behind him for hours every day? Did he care about me when he told me everybody hated me or when he told me he couldn’t understand why my sisters loved me? Why should I give a damn about Cassian when it’s clear that all he has ever seen me as is something to fuck?’

Nesta saw every blow land on Azriel and she was glad for it. Her anger was not with him, but he carried his court’s loyalties too brashly here. Nesta was in a place where she could release her fury. She knew Eris would protect her.

‘What about your sister? Where are your loyalties to Feyre?’

‘Feyre locked me up. Took my home and locked me up. Her mate made us keep the secret that she was going to die, and I’m the villain for telling my sister? That’s what I get for being loyal to her? When was Feyre loyal to me? When has she ever chosen me over Rhys?’

‘They’re mates,’ he repeated as if that was a reason that trumped all overs. Being mates give them a divine right to do what they wanted to each other.

‘When would Cassian ever chose me over Rhysand?’

The words hung in the air. Neither of them wanted to suggest that her and Cassian could be mates. She had thought about it often. Those thoughts now were nightmares. She did not want to imagine a life shackled to him, playing second fiddle to his beloved high lord or Morrigan.

Azriel composed himself. The leaking of fury that had infiltrated his beautiful face had been subdued. ‘And Elain?’

It was a low blow, even for Azriel, to bring up Elain.

Nesta could not talk herself down from the ledge she found herself on. Could not force her anger away. They all thought she was a nasty piece of work, why not lean into it? Why not remind them exactly why she didn’t covet friends?

‘When Tamlin broke down our door, I shielded Elain with my body. I’d have sold my body to keep her from starving.’ Her voice cracked with emotion. Feyre had always been desperate for love. Her affections were fickle. Elain turning her back on Nesta was the worst betrayal she had ever experienced. Her hurt bled like a wound, leaking out for all to see.

‘Years, I protected her. Cared for her. Loved her. Years. For weeks, I sat by her side when we were made fae. I didn’t have time to grieve for what I’d lost because Elain needed me. For weeks, I fed her, bathed her, clothed her. I kept Elain alive. I paused my life because I loved her so much. Do not talk to me about Elain. She is a selfish little madam who is too cowardly to stand up for anything. She hides in the skirts of others. She will never get her hands dirty. Never ever ask me to change my life for Elain again. I am done being her shield.’

Silver flames engulfed her hands, but Nesta didn’t care. Her eyes prickled with tears. The first betrayer rolled down her face.

Eris sent a ring of fire blazing around the pair of them. It sent Azriel scurrying away.

‘For a male who is afraid of fire, you step too boldly into my court.’ A hand lay against the small of Nesta’s back, the thumb rubbing up and down in a soothing motion. ‘You wanted the truth and you have it. All of it. If you dare upset my wife again, I will string you up from the dungeon and light a fire beneath you then we will discover if you truly sing.’

The dark eyes of the shadow singer found hers. ‘We only ever wanted to help you, Nesta.’

Neither of them spoke on the journey back to the Forest House. Nesta kept her jaw clamped shut. They winnowed just outside the metal gates then rode towards the stables. Thankfully, they saw nobody of note save for wearied sentries or the odd servant. If Nesta saw Beron that night, she’d likely strike him down dead. Her mood was foul. Her face wasn’t very good at hiding that fact.

‘I’ll be here if you need me.’ Eris gestured to the living room where he’d pulled a blanket across the couch. ‘When you need me.’

‘I have never needed anybody.’

@owllover123 @rarephloxes @fanboy7794 @sugardoll22 @kitkat-writes-stuff @this-is-rochelle @sv0430

#a court of tangled flames #neris #acotf

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rametarin · 3 months

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Sokka and misogyny

Can we be honest? The writing for Sokka's misogyny was tacked on in the original, because that was the style at the time. It was a remnant of the same hamfisted "lets signal how progressive and forwards we are by having Female Character put Sexist Boy in his place." It was a "conversation starter"

But it was a story we as an audience at the time had grown used to rolling our eyes over. It wasn't like being doused with acid, it was like being a pile of ashes and having burning embers put on us. There was just nothing left to burn. So we rolled our eyes and just carried on.

The first time I watched Avatar, 19 years ago, the phenomenon of the "Haha, Ur pretty good.. for a GURL!" and "Oh YEAH!? VAGINA-MAGIC POWER!" resolving it was just so overplayed and sophmoric I didn't even react. I just kept watching because if you got mad every time that bit of cultural toxin wound up in the media you consumed, you'd die quietly of your own venom in the corner. It's the sort of vitriol you numb yourself to just to survive with, "It is what it is."

Where Avatar got it right was they realized partway through writing it that Sokka's misogyny was the contrivance it was and resolved it quickly. Though I could practically hear somebody's inner fujoshi wheezing with manic obsession to putting a masculine teenaged boy in women's clothes and having them be shown up by a Pretty Warrior Girl(tm). "And he learned a valuable lesson! Girls can KICK BUTT!"

This was the norm for what would be labeled progressive writing that "challenged social norms." The caricature they felt they were fighting against were cigar smoking Bob Cleaver and George Burns type patriarchal 1950s dads casually remarking how girls weren't wearing long enough skirts or cleaning the house well enough. It wasn't even progressive in the 60s, it was beating a dead horse that had long since died in the 1900s and was kept alive purely by traditionalist core fringes, and that's who the progressives were aiming it at, acting as if there's a small population of fuckheads in a society, society should be defined by those fuckheads as the status quo.

Seeing it get retired in Avatar subtly was satisfying. It was hamfisted and lame, even then.

Now, on the subject of the live action remake

While the way Sokka acted was whimperingly trite and stilted and how Katara reacted was predictable, I still wouldn't remove it. The subject of gendered and binary roles in traditional cultures, especially agrarian or hunter gatherer ones, seldom saw morality plays. It was always the white kids, generally males unless they wanted to single out white girls, that were the loudmouthed bigots getting put in their place.

When you do that among the progressive circles, you stay within those invisible lines. And the unspoken rule was, you can't depict non-whites being bigots, or indicate their culture may have any kind of -ism or problem. because, "that's insensitive." That opens the conversation to all that they should also have these progressive values applied. That allows the traditionalists and gender-binarists and ethnocentrists to get up in arms and see these values as un-group-like, and people that might otherwise embrace them and adopt their hardline progressivism, reject them utterly, seeing how they treat the whites and the men who are guilty of those -isms.

They did not want that. They wanted the media to just use whites as the examples of those social crimes as a safe bar, keep even discussing the fact sexism or other -isms exist in non-white and indigenous cultures out of the mainstream conversation, and have the progressives inside said cultures ask those questions internally and hold them to those standards. A way to introduce discord and strife inside of a community and own the youth's values. Keep the lines drawn between Indigenous Minority and Western Modern. So, it was very paramount not to allow any depiction whatsoever of sexism in western media happening because of, "Men of color." Unless it was in a For Us By Us fashion; black comedys that depicted black male sexists getting put in their place or rebuked by assertive female protagonists or support characters having their moment.

A work like Avatar that wasn't made by For Us By Us types and maintained some progressive sentiments but no official sponsoring by Progressive Groups, technically violated some unwritten rules. Mike and Bryan, "didn't have the right" to comment on even the "coded" sexism of tribes, real or imagined, and that gave the progressive advocates carte blanche to treat Avatar like it was some sort of western imperialist critique of glorious noble close-to-earth tribalists through, "western lenses."

It's for that reason, and not because, "Sokka is a sexist and that is so cringe so we changed it," that Sokka's sexism storyline is dropped.

Also because "redemption" isn't really a thing among progressives, these days. If you've ever been guilty of saying slurs on social media, the number of your apologies or the amount of different instances of people capturing you kissing Jesse Jackson's ass means nothing, because in your past, they have evidence at your worst, you're capable of doing Bad Things(tm). And why would they bother with you, if you have a history of Bad Things(tm) at your worst? It's just precedent to do them again. So naturally the protagonist you like isn't allowed to have terrible instances or even problems before they're resolved, because they're proof you're capable of relapsing and breaking that way again.

So given the standards, both unspoken and culturally reinforced by those that tout themselves as having "progressive" values, Sokka isn't really allowed to start with some problematic views given he was the oldest and strongest boy left in his dying, war destroyed susstenance living tribal community, all dependent on him hunting and fishing and dealing with a whole tribe of women's very female brand of shit and expectations of him as the only hammer around for all these nails sticking out.

Rather than try and make his sexism less 1970s or 1980s saccharine sweet hamfisted saturday morning cartoon moral, and more well written and better resolved, given more depth, given more nuance and spotlight,

they just dropped it completely.

There were a million different ways they could've chosen to depict it, and simply erasing it because there are too many chefs with very strong and very absolutist views in the kitchen, is one of them.

It's a pity it had to be this way, but honestly, this is probably the best option.

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moraygrotto · 5 months

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For fanfic requests uuu anything with Liliaaaaa I beg OTL

-2shytosaytummy💕

liliа x reader suppertime!

"Heheh, don't feel bad." Lilia's fork taps against his plate as he daintily props his head up on his wrists. "I said it was a casual dinner, and I meant it."

At your patiently drawn-out behest, Lilia had ordered takeout for the pair of you, then served it up on antique plates carved in Briar Valley's traditional style. You had a plate full of your favorite, and you still felt shy to eat it.

"Would you like me to set the table more rustically next time?" Lilia says. "We do have bamboo placemats, though I thought the white tablecloth would add some charm."

You assure him that all of it is fine, thank him again for ordering, and take a tentative bite.

Lilia watches you dreamily. You keep eating, and after a moment, he blinks. In one swift movement, he picks up his napkin, lunges forward, and wipes a bit of food off your cheek. "There," he says brightly. "You're much cuter with a clean face."

Laughing, you chide him for cleaning you up rather than simply informing you, and he shrugs.

"I did say I intended this meal to be informal. If you'd prefer I kept to a certain level of etiquette, I'll keep my napkin safely on my lap, far from your face."

You inform him that you expect no such strictness from him tonight.

He grins, sharp teeth glinting. "Good."

Finally, he digs into his own meal with apparent relish, several times speaking with his mouth full, not even bothering to swallow before continuing your conversation. A little while later, he spots the clean bottom of your plate. "Splendid," he says, "you finished."

There is no distinction from the tone he uses now and that with which he speaks of his own cooking. It becomes even more apparent when he adds, "Are you full? I can whip a little something up for you if that wasn't enough."

You assure him, as politely as you can, that you do not need his help in this regard. It is not a lie—you are full; your enjoyment of the meal gave it all the more value to you.

Content with your answer, Lilia returns to his own plate.

He finishes eating, and leans back, letting out a satisfied sigh as he rests one hand on his belly. Lilia is smaller than you, you are reminded at rare and strange times. The dishes the two of you ordered were portioned similarly, but while you feel no more than the quiet satiety of a standard-sized meal, Lilia looks stuffed.

"If there's anything else I can provide for you—" His whole body hitches with a little burp, and he presses a loose fist to his mouth. "—Pardon me—Please do let me know."

You would not dream of breaking his blissed-out state with a request, no matter how you were feeling, and you think Lilia might notice this, as a glint flashes through his half-closed eyes. "We must order from this restaurant again sometime soon," he says. "Their cooking was... wonderfully gratifying." He is teasing you outright now, licking his teeth lasciviously as if he could not bear the silent interest in your gaze to flicker out. A long 'whew' blows out his mouth, and he gives his belly two firm pats. "Yes," he says, "that was truly somethi—"

A sound takes his breath away. Interrupting him is a truly sepulchral churn from his guts, shocking from such a petite man, and he falls silent, before bursting into a giggle. "That was not on purpose," he tells you.

You inform him at once that it was impressive.

"Oh, it's just the usual," he chimes. "It sounds like my tummy liked the food so much, it can't wait to start digesting it!"

You don't tell him that it sounded as if a portal to Tartarus opened inside his belly, only repeat that it was impressive.

He finishes a long, soft burp into his fist as you speak, then smiles at you. "Well," he says, "I'm happy I can still shine in your eyes, even in my old age. Heh, I plan to try at least one thing that will absolutely ruin my stomach before I pass. Would you like to be there to witness it?"

He catches your worried look before you can reply. "Oh," he says, "don't be a spoilsport and tell me not eat anything like that, alright? Fun is all about variety, and variety is all about experimentation." He sighs again, and looks down at his empty plate, and gently rubs his belly, completely, deliciously shameless in front of you.

"But I promise," he says, "this meal—" He pauses to let up a short, deliberate burp, not covering it this time. "—was quite pleasurable for me indeed." He winks. "Pardon me."

#letters to the grotto #moray writes #that tag didnt come up as suggested HELPPPPPP #this isnt a Writing Blog TM but i still feel bad that i havent written much lately

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boxwinebaddie · 7 months

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Hey Uncle Nina, I was wondering if you had any writing tips for new writers? ((Also side note but I am really inspired by you deciding to take breaks, (not in a mean way, i'm so, so, sorry if it sounded mean!!) I'm also just inspired by you in general your like my idol. :33))

hello my precious peach! before i begin, i would just like to start off by saying that you could, never, ever be mean, darling! you are so kind and wonderful!!! this message made me smile a rare kyle pile smile of over-large, lopsided stanley marsh proportions at my computer screen <33 and i admired it for many, many moons. :')

-- but i can't believe i'm your idol, possibly?! awww!!!! wowowow! i am extremely honored that you'd consider me as your idol given that i am constantly being a bumbling buffoon and am the ceo of girlfailuring.

behind 16k of nonsense and bold-space-italics, i swear i am just deranged writer college student, cat mom, box wine enthusiast.

i will say, however, that it means a lot to me that you find me inspirational or that you look up to me in someway because...

sigh. okay. please be cool guys. i debated mentioning this for a long time because i am scared it will punish me in some way, but...

i am studying to become a teacher. :')

woAh! new uncle nina lore just dropped! shdkahldk

so if i seem exhausted all the time, that is why, and if i preach at you guys a little bit, its just what i am constantly doing haha. i also specialize specifically in the area of social emotional learning, aka the part of teaching that focuses on mental health, creating a safe environment in your classroom, advocating/addressing student social needs, making sure students feel loved/validated/heard, etc.

with that said! i would love to give you some tips! anything i can do to support you on your writing journey means so much to me! i'll drop some things i have found helpful under the cut! xx

THIS ASK IS VERY LONG AND MAKES NO SENSE AT ALL BUT I HOPE THAT IT HELPS EVEN A LITTLE BIT! <3

i thought i would begin by playing off the part of your ask where you felt inspired by willingness to take breaks and!!!! i love that actually because...it took me a very long time to get there.

and if anyone has followed me from the very beginning, you watched me learn how to become kind to myself and go from rushing and stressing and feeling horrible about myself to...letting myself relax.

so, my darling, i want to start by saying...

fanfic is funfic.

writing is not always easy, no, sometimes it is very hard, but it should always, always, always be fun.

writing is a hobby. it's something that we do to unwind, to make us happy, to share stories through a creative media, to capture thoughts, feelings and speak without using our physical voices.

it should never, ever feel like work. ever. ever, ever, EVER!

if it starts to feel like work or a chore, it's time to step away.

one of the worst crimes i fell victim to as a writer was...rushing. i was obsessed with getting out my updates fast and not falling 'behind' ( which was some invisible and impossible standard i set for myself ), so i started rushing my updates and found they got really...forced.

forcing out writing feels horrible and even if it is good writing ( which i'm sure yours will be regardless ) it takes the fun out of everything. like, i forced out OG chapters 11-12 of peppermint and literally deleted them because of how much i hated them BECAUSE i rushed! forced!

and the reason i was doing that, unfortunately, was because i was trying to keep you all engaged! i wanted to satisfy you all, i was scared of letting you down, that you would be upset with me etc.

and unfortunately, along the way, i stopped...writing for me.

now, it's easier said than done but...

Write. For. You.

this is your story. you are writing it because it means something to you. you are writing it because you are passionate about it. and yes, it is fun to share your stories online ( i have never felt blessed in my life than to have had my stories read by all of you ), you are not writing it for the people who are reading it/to satisfy the masses/get notoriety, you are writing it because it's something you love.

if people read it and like it too, that is an added bonus.

and those people, i have found, are some of the loveliest in the world and they will...wait for your content. however long that will take. be it tomorrow or never. you are under no obligation to post within a certain time frame or please other people. post when you want. post when you feel good. write when you feel good.

with that said...take your time, will you darling?

however much time that is. take it. be greedy with it.

take so, so many breaks. come back with fresh eyes.

learn from my mistakes. i got so holed up writing this summer that...quite frankly, it almost killed me. do not do that. see your friends, touch grass, make meaningful experiences outside of fanfiction and then come back in healthy shifts. do not marry your work or your computer. do not chain yourself to your desk, lovely.

another thing is that writing is rewriting.

always write a first draft. and a first draft is anything past a blank document. i like to write all my drafts in google docs first and then transfer them when i am ready to format. it just keeps them secure and i really just prefer the format and the fonts and stuff, haha.

you may be writing something and being like, yikes! this is foul! i should delete this whole thing!

doooooo not do that.

leave it alone. just write your weird little thing and when you come back later you might be like...woah, i was kind of being a dickhead? this is actually pretty good, wtf? ooooorr...you may still not like it but you can always salvage parts you do like...or be like hm i like the direction that this was going in, lets follow that.

when i was an english major, i specialized in editing, so my favorite thing is looking at my horrible draft and sentence by sentence just fixing every sentence until i like it. <3 its tedious, but i swear its fun when you're done and you're like wow this is neat!

also, be kind to yourself, yeah? you might think what you've written is 'bad'...never use that word, by the way. nothing you write is 'bad' its just not the way you want it to look...Yet. you might need to rework it or, honestly, you are probably just holding yourself to an impossible standard. take pride in the things that you write! you worked hard!

i. am. proud. of. you. <3

one of my favorite things to do is...really understand my characters.

my favorite comments about my fanfics are that people think that my characterizations of the boys are really good which, means a lot to me because characterization and detail is very important to me.

i think its fun to flesh your characters out!

to do this, i have a notebook dedicated to my fanfics! i take notes about character backstories, headcanons, write myself notes when i have random ideas! it helps keep me organized!

i also like to do these character forms...it helps me have a solid feeling about my characters, how they look, walk, talk, etc. i love, love, love detail so i fill those out pretty thoroughly

( which!!!! if you guys want to see me fill one out! just ask me and specify which character to do it for! i could totally do pep!stan or pep!kyle or rm!jerseykyle or...ok actually, if i do raven i have to be Very Careful because of the plot...so...maybe ask me in a couple chapters before i do one on him...which pains me because THATS THE ONE I WANT TO DO!!! LIKE MAN!!!...i can also do side chars

***also maybe let me know what sections you want just because they are long as fuck lmaoooo help haha )

answer as many questions about your characters as you can! think about what they smell like! what types of food gross them out! celebrity crushes! one thing they could change about themselves? hidden talents? ideal man/woman/person? birthmarks/scars, etc.

i think ones about character motivations/dreams/fears/insecurities are reaaaallly good ones to look at.

also just putting your characters in situations is fun ( its why i like when you guys ask me about headcanons or give me one shot requests because it helps me flesh my characters out! )

( also if you aren't sure! that's okay! go with your gut! you can always edit! or change stuff! like...i learned about marj while writing pep and i used chapter five as a way to transition butters into marj...i also...fml found out something very annoying that impacts a large part of the rm lore i wrote BEFORE IT RECENTLY HAPPENED and had to painstakingly readapt my fanfic...around this info...but! thats on Being Flexible, my friends! writing...is rewriting )

also for inspiration! idk play dress up! hit your closet or the thrift store and wear something your character might! method act. ( if you are writing stan do not drink like him, i have done enough of that in my life for all of you, you're welcome it fucking sucks )

i am cringe but i do run the clove essential oil writing ravenstan/i did make a fireball apple cider ( yes they are gross, yes im gross ), i washed my face with an aggressive peppermint face wash writing stan season, i write a lot of my kyle chapters in large sweaters and frown often haha...

ok...uh personal cringey sidebar convo...weirdly sometimes writing stan i wear a lot of big hoodies, flannels and i am like...boy...nina? boyfriend? nina? why do i kinda? like him? skhdsldhd help if u dont get a little confused about ur gender for a second writing your boy fanfics are u really in character or what lmaooo

( off topic, but to respond to that, i think i am very comfortable in my femininity and girlhood, i just occasionally have a slightly more masc fuckboy backwards hat, ahah then what ;) frat boy moment that i lean into, mostly in a gay girl way...does that make sense? help sdjs the best way i can describe it is this meme lmaoo )

anywaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaays! moving on!

also reading your writing out loud! while weird! is very cathartic and it helps you check if dialogue sounds the way you want it! or if there is an accent you need to hear ( yall heard me do the jersey kyle accent to check pronounciation ) it helps you get more attuned with your writing and really get the feel for it. if you do not want to be a clown like me another thing you can do is highlight your whole piece an have your phone 'speak' it back to you...that way you can check spelling errors.

which...btw...spell with your heart. spell with a stanley marsh level of loveliness and possible illiteracy. it's ok. don't beat yourself up.

but more on characters! make pinterest boards! make playlists!!!! make them on piccrew! don't get obsessed but have fun!!!

( seriously though...do not worry about being too detailed. please be so detailed be so fucking insane. i love reading so much and your readers will too. but maybe i am a maximalist. i want to eat ur chars )

another thing i like a lot about writing is dialogue!!!! i LOOOOOVE dialogue so so so much!

i always write all my dialogue first and try not to write it on the fly because i like to use it as a way to mark my progress, keep me on track, help me remember what goes next, etc.

then fill in the blanks later! its good for plot pacing.

i get asked about believable dialogue sometimes and you really just have to look at how your character presents themselves and how they interact with your world...on a base level.

like i.e. you're new at school and you run into pep!style

stan is sweet and kind and popular and immediately very likable. he'll probably tell you your shirt looks cool/that he likes your hair, probably offer to carry your books and babble on and on about football, video games, marvel movies, cool dogs, nature etc. he's senior class president and gods angel so he'll look after you. he might hug you. he will also probably talk your ear off about kyle and how cool he is.

"woah! sick shirt dude! i love the smiths! i'm listening to them right now! but --ooooof. that's alooooot of books, man. oh god, is that -- ap...history? yiiiiikes, bro. i mean, no offense! it's cool you like learning stuff. kyle's like that. oh...kyle? ha, he's my super best friend! uh-huh, since kindergarten! you know, since you're smart you're probably in a ton of his classes. lucky. speaking of, you'll know him when you see him. he's really tall, he's got big curly red hair, lots of freckles, pr..pretty, s-soft hands and his eyes are really green, like, really, r-really green i mean wowz...ah-hah? my boyfriend? aaaaa, hahaa....no-no he's not my b-boyfriend, why would you--i sound like i'm in love with him? i-i well i do love him, just not like that...i mean, maybe a little mayb--let's get you to class, okay smart guy?"

HEEEEELP

kyle...rip. kyle would probably be like watch where the FUCK you're going new kid! fucking idiot! and then be like i...how do you know my name??? and be like ah, i see you met stan. if he likes you, you're probably alright...y-you have a CRUSH on him??? i mean, i get it...he is captain of the football team, has really big blue eyes, nice eyelashes, broad shoulders and is like smoooooking ho--IS HE MY BOYFRIEND???? UM! NO! he is--he is NOT my boyfriend! were JUST super best friends! pfft you...you asked because he talked about me...like i was his boyfriend? like he was in love with m--ah-hah...you-yknow! we're just close were just....whatdidhesayaboutme askhdlad

important to think about where they might use words like, uh, um, like etc. also things that might be specific to them. i have pep stan say wowza a lot because i think its cute. and that the boys say hyh all the time to eachother. making a lingo is a great way to form chats.

( for accents and stuff, i would just watch videos of people with those accents speaking...even using tiktok as a resource for slang people might use...saying stuff out loud...etc )

uhhhh what else?

BE WEIRD!!!! be so fucking strange and weird!!!!!! be so odd! if you're looking at your story and you're like oof...is this too weird? NO! make it weirder! make it so so mindboggling haha.

i remember i was writing rm and i was scared to post it because i was literally like...this is too weird. people are gonna think this is weird and too ooc and not like it but...

who are we writing for my friend?

YOURSELF!

who cares if its weird! who cares if one person or one hundred million people like your fic! we are publishing stories on the internet! that is already weird, so who cares????

write your truth. write whatever you want. if people dont like it. i seriously dont care. I LIKE IT. i like what you write.

but that does matter.

it matters that you like what you write. write for yourself. write because you love it. everything else is background noise.

do not be afraid to be selfish, to take care of yourself and write only when and what feels right to you.

you guys can also ask me more specific questions or have me beta read anything -- ask me about concepts you might want to write! my dms are open, i have a discord, my twitter...even on ao3! im happy to help and i hope any of this was feasible.

-teacher uncle nina

#this is such a mess #i hope any of this makes sense #basically #write for yourself and no one else #take risks and have confidence in what you write #take breaks and write without a schedule #do character forms make playlists pinterest boards hcs #method act if you need to #read your work back to yourself use voices if you want #its good for checking spelling and vibing with your writing #be cringe #write your stuff in a google doc then transfer to save your work #try dialogue first and then fill in the gaps #put your characters in diff situations #and see how they would talk and interact #see how that might differ character to character #and idk be weird #please be weird #do not be afraid to be strange or cringe or intense #i love and support yall being as insane as u want #also yeah uh please dont dox me that makes me seriously nervous i need a job u guys #i get paid actually zero dollars to write i write because i love it lmao #i get paid not that much more to teach but u know...box wine is not free and neither is therapy which i need often #but yeah whew teacher nina nation nina lore haha #ALSO NOT ME HAVING A GENDER MOMENT U GUYS #i luv being hyper fem y2k princess nina but also in bi girlie way i like being boyfriend nina who will carry u over puddles & wins beer pon #i think its funny when people run into me and they think im cute bc of my fit like oh my godddd #and then i roll up w my dead ass man voice and start being like shaka brah!!! bet!!! bet dude!!! you wont dude! no balls bro? ashdlkha #frat boy girl failure uncle nina nation who is up

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