#...i meant to hit draft on this but sure you can have it now. whatever

[skyberia]

matching icon set (besties only)

#persona 5 #persona 5 royal #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #sumire yoshizawa #goro akechi #doodles #i didnt mean to do the whole trio i just wanted an akechi icon for myself on discord. but then it spiralled #...i meant to hit draft on this but sure you can have it now. whatever

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

as someone who only just watched bullet train and wanted to find tangerine stuff, i was SO worried i was gonna be getting myself into a dead fandom but so happy to find your works😭😭💕💕 Could i request tan with an innocent reader who doesn’t get any of his innuendos or dirty jokes and sometimes scolds him for his bad language?<33

hii!! thats so so sweet, I and many others have got lots for you to read, so no worries!! and I absolutely love it! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

potty mouth

tangerine x f reader

wc || 0.7

warnings || lots of swearing, bc duh it’s tan😭

a/n || had this in my drafts

masterlist + rules

taglist

Tangerine had the mouth of a sailor, there was no doubt about that. He would constantly spew strings of curses anywhere and everywhere he went.

Throughout your relationship with him, you have learned a few new curses, some you had no idea were even a thing. But with Tan’s cockney tongue, you’ve grown quite accustomed to his rather crude vocabulary.

“Ah, you fuckin bellend.” He hisses, forcefully placing the kettle back on its spot. “Twat.”

“What happened?” You ask, looking over your laptop from the dining table.

“Fuckin water splashed up, didn’t it.” Angrily dropping a spoon into the sink.

“Fiver.” You nod, keeping your eyes on your screen. “Five quid in the jar.”

“Oh get fucked.” He chuckles, sliding your cup of tea across the table to you.

You smugly grin. “Oh, that’s definitely two more, pop in seven. Keep going like that and I can my nails done.” Hiding a giggle as you reach for your mug, raising it to take a sip.

Laughing. “Dick.”

Making a playful expression, eyes blown wide as you gasp. “I’m definitely going to get my nails done at this rate.”

“Shut up.” Grinning as looks over at your screen, clearly trying to distract you. “What you working on?”

“Yeah, nice try. Gimme.” You smile, extending your hand.

“I thought it goes in the jar? Hm?” Hiding a smirk as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a few notes before laying them in your hand.

“It’s also known as ‘my purse’ … that’s sixty?” Head cocking as you looked at him.

“Yeah, so you can get colours on your nails, or whatever you get.” Acting coy, as if he didn’t know any of the lingo.

“No-no. I was just kidding.” Sliding the money along the table.

He nods warmly, wryly smiling as he did so. “I wasn’t… keep it, treat yourself.”

“Now I feel bad.”

“Good, you should do. You just robbed me sixty quid.” Pretending to look offended as he stands. Nodding into the other room. “Come watch tv with me, I’m bored.”

“Sod off.” Snickering as you closed your laptop, taking his hand as he leads you into the living room.

Faking a gasp as he turned around. “That’s two pounds, that. I’ll make a jar for you, hypocrite.”

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s the same as the ones you say.” Laughing earnestly as you slump into the sofa beside him.

“I suppose I can let you off.”

You snuggled into his side, looking up at him with a sarcastic expression. “That’s so kind, thank you.”

“I guess it’s alright.“ Grinning as he picked up the tv controller, flicking through the channels. “What would a perverted frog say?” He asks practically out of nowhere, his gaze fixed on the tv. “Rubbit.”

“Uh—?” Head tilting to the side in confusion. Brows furrowing as your mind worked wonders to decipher what he meant.

He lowers his head, nodding slow as a way to prompt you to understand. Noticing your confused furrowed brows, he slowly adds. “Rubbit— rub it.”

“Oh, you are disgusting.” Hiding a snicker as you gently slap his chest.

You’d never hit him with any malice, it would always be a gentle love tap. You didn’t want him to feel like a child being reprimanded by his mother, so you always made sure to do it lovingly and playfully. Tangerine is the kind of guy who is naturally cheeky and charming, so much so, that his dirty innuendos usually fly over your head.

“What do you call a lesbian dinosaur?”

“I don’t know, what do you call a lesbian dinosaur?” You ask, entertaining him.

“Lickalotapus.”

“Are you done?” Stifling your laughter as you pretend to look displeased.

“Nah, I got a few more… what’s the difference between pink and purple? … the grip.”

“Alright, you know what?” Giving his arm a quick harmless tap. “Where’d you even learn these?”

“Lem, he taught me when we were kids.”

“Liar… there’s no way, that he taught you.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Not particularly, no.” Suppressing a laugh as you turned your attention back to the tv. “Fancy watching Thomas?” You asked, playfully provoking him.

“Fuck off am I watching that… yeah, yeah I know.” Scoffing as he reached into his pocket, immediately noticing your quirked brow. “You’re gonna be effing minted, aren’t ya?”

Smiling sincerely as you snatched the pounds from his hand. “That depends on you.”

@tangerinesgf @kpopgirlbtssvt @ch3rries-n-cream @earth-elemental18 @ashlynhasmanyhyperfixations @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @thewinterv @navs-bhat @ilovetangerinewithallmyheart @theredvelvetbitch @randomawesomeperson102 @lov3lypeaches7 @princess-pebbles-things

#tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x you #tangerine fanfiction #tangerine and lemon #tangerine fluff #tangerine x fem!reader #tangerine blurb #tangerine imagine #bullet train tangerine #lemon and tangerine #tangerine x y/n

[desertfangs]

The Armand/Daniel throwaway is insane because while I don’t see it as canon, (and I don’t think it’s meant to be taken as such), I do believe it makes their lore a lot richer and more poignant. Anne hit gold with them man, she really did. And in a way we’re pretty lucky. We got the best chapter OF ALL TIME written about them, followed by the weirdest, messiest breakup plans that never came to fruition, followed by a few one liners about them getting back together. Who knows what would’ve happened if she had decided to flesh out their story further and I’m scared to consider the possibilities. We know what we need to know and now the world is ours 😌

Yeah, it's not meant to be canon. Canon is anything published in the text itself. Anything else (notes, drafts) are things Anne chose not to include for whatever reason and while it can help us all inform the text if we so choose, she as a writer decided against using these in the final versions. It sure is fun though!!

AND YES IT IS INSANE!! Because even though I agree some of the dialogue does not sound like Daniel or anything he would say, their dynamic is there!! That is THEM. It's weird and it's messed up but you totally get shades of them in those notes and maybe a finished, polished version would have really done them justice. We will never know!

But you're right! We are so lucky. She really hit lightning in a bottle with Armand/Daniel. It's such a great story, they are such fascinating characters, and Devil's Minion is such a wild chapter. Their parts in QotD really tell us so much about them and how they interact and what they love about each other, even though it's so few pages.

It will always break my heart a little that Daniel was tossed aside in the final trilogy. I get that he wasn't really part of the story she was trying to tell, and that's why he gets a line here or there about being with Armand, but is otherwise not mentioned after Prince Lestat, but wow, I would have loved to see Daniel there to comfort Armand after Marius calls him a child or he bears his soul to Lestat, or any of that stuff. And of course I would have loved an actual reunion chapter beyond just "they're out hunting together." (Of course I think we got the same thing with Marius and Armand in the QotD... 😒😒)

But--and I've said this before--part of why I was scared to read the final books was a deep-seated fear that she was going to kill Daniel off. It felt like she had no use for him and I was terrified for his safety. So even though we only get a few lines about him being back with Armand, we know they've reconnected, and honestly, that's more than I had hoped for.

And the playground is ours now, absolutely! I've loved seeing how other people flesh out this stuff in fics and headcanons and art, and I love doing it myself. So while I regret the lack of Daniel in the rest of the series, there's so much potential for stories to tell, and this fandom has really stepped up to the plate on that score. 💖

#thank you so much for the ask anon #this honestly is so fun to talk about i'm losing my mind #ONE PAGE and we've all gone off the rails it's incredible #this fandom rocks so hard #devil's minion #the vampire armand #daniel molloy #armand #armand/daniel #anne's notes #tulane #vc #vampire chronicles #answers in the desert #anonymous

[true-blue-sonic]

I recall you mentioning a Time God AU involving Silver before that you've been working on? If it's not gonna be trouble, could I ask to learn more about it? 👉👈

Sure thing! ^-^

So, the ideas I have right now aren't a hundred percent solid, so to say. But Silver is a Guardian of Time/some kind of godly-ish spirit or being, who is tasked with protecting the Time Stones. This is the Silver from '06, who got erased from time when Sonic and Elise blew out Solaris' flame: whatever deities are out there in the world of Sonic took pity on him and allowed him a new life as a protector of the time stream. This does mean that he's very far removed from actual living people and kind of has a very big important duty he must do (protect the time stream from shenanigans and protect the Time Stones), but Silver is naturally curious and thus seeks out society all the same. He meets with Espio when Espio is mere seconds away from dying through getting ran over by a car, and he uses his godly powers to intervene and allow Espio to safely get away. However, somehow the Time Stones scatter (I don't have an idea yet why, though. I do really need something, but I just don't know why they would disappear, and considering the whole plot hinges on this it's a bit of an issue😅), which means Silver needs to go look for them with Espio's help. Once Espio has accepted that the time guardian is real and not just a hallucination from the what-was-meant-to-be last moments of his life, he takes Silver with him to the Agency, and from there onwards I'm not sure yet what they can do other than search for the time stones together. And of course fall in love, hehe.

Also you can have the draft of the whole first chapter, since that is basically finished :> I hope you like it! ^-^

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Espio woke up without knowing his life was meant to end that day.

That was something most people did not know when waking up, he would have reasoned when looking back ages later, but that morning he got out of bed like he always did and went through the motions as usual. “What do we have for upcoming jobs?” he inquired at the kitchen table like every other day as well, and the shrug from Vector was nothing out of the ordinary either.

“One case of a missing person, but that seems more like a runaway little child than anything else. And some sleuthing for a transport company in the harbour, to see if another is reliable. That’s it.”

“Better than usual,” the chameleon smiled, helping Charmy fill up a bowl of cereal while the little bee was chanting something along the lines of marshmallows. “How will we divide the tasks?”

“I’ll take Charmy to find that kid, they’ll hit it off immediately. Harbour for you, then?”

“That works for me,” the chameleon agreed, and breakfast had gone by just the same as it usually did. With no odd feelings or worries at all Espio left the Agency, something akin to a little smile on his face as he briskly stepped his way over to the dock at the ocean. The spring weather warmed the world around him, they finally appeared to have some decent jobs, Eggman was behaving – for however long that would last – and the world was filled with happy chatter and cheerfulness; what did he have to fear?

To such calm future prospectives his thoughts drifted as he investigated the company at the harbour, meeting with their client and helping make sense of legal documents and past descriptions of others who had worked with the same people. “A good day,” he spoke out loud at the end of it, permitting himself a few moments to bask in the light of the setting sun and nodding contently at the orange glow shimmering on the waves of the ocean. With an envelope of money in his possession and a grateful client assuring him they were more than willing to ask the Chaotix for their services again, he could only be happy.

Except something nagging sparked up in his chest, something that made him blink amidst the idyllic scenery.

And as soon as it had appeared, it was gone again.

Strange, Espio noted to himself, scrutinising the whole harbour for any danger and finding none. His ninja senses were honed sharply and his intuition had never failed him before… but there truly did not seem to be something here to cause him trouble. “An omen of things to come?” the chameleon mumbled under his breath, turning around briskly and stepping home even more quickly than he had been on his way this morning. If something were to occur, he wanted to be with his colleagues for it.

The worries the odd nagging had elicited refused to leave his mind, Espio flicking his tail as he mingled inbetween the people making their way home after a long day of work. Curling his lip the chameleon sidestepped around them all, ignoring the busyness as best he could; having so many people around was far too stifling, his eyes flickering around to find a way that did not trap him right into a short burst of rush traffic. Across the street stood a bench, that part of the roads much less crowded…

Nimbly flicking his way around some of the people taking up too much of his personal space Espio came to a halt at the traffic light, ramming his pinkie into the button. Almost immediately his light became green; a perk of being a pedestrian, he smiled to himself as he stepped onto the road while first looking left before his gaze drifted right… and he could not even react to the car that was rushing at him at a speed that would make Sonic jealous.

And then, time froze around him.

Espio stared, yet nothing moved. He blinked, yet the way a frightened man reached out to him on the sidewalk was just as motionless as the scream on another person’s lips.

And someone was behind him on the road, someone who floated above it in a silver-hued light with seven glowing rocks circling its body while looking surprisingly calm compared to the horror of the people on the streets.

“You have to move,” the creature spoke. “The Time Stones can only do so much- it won’t be like this for much longer, and you’ll get hurt. Move.”

“…Oh! Apologies.” And with that Espio finally managed to kick his legs into movement and scamper over onto the sidewalk, and with a blink of an eye his surroundings came alive once more, the chameleon grunting at the gust of wind tugging at his body from the car racing past without stopping or the cries of fright around him.

“Hey- you! Boy! Are you okay?!” The man who had reached out to him raced over, Espio flinching as he was snapped out of his stupor. “That… that driver nearly hit you!”

“…Yes,” the chameleon retorted. “Yes, they… they did.”

Only able to stare bleakly at the road he merely hummed at the man’s fussing, other people beginning to mingle in as well- but he could only stare at where his life surely had almost come to an end.

He could have sworn something shimmering and glowing hovering over it.

“Are you sure you should not go to the hospital-“

 “I am fine,” Espio spoke up unexpectedly calmly, turning around and nodding his head at the man. “Truly. Thank you for your concern, and my apologies for worrying you.”

“Yes, but you-“

“Merely had to take some moments to stop reeling.” Nodding at everyone crowding around him the chameleon took a quick step back, scales prickling at their fussing. “Which I have now, so I must continue on my way. Be careful out there.”

Keeping his movements calm and deliberate Espio kept his face as neutral as possible, the people around him trading nervous glances still- but inwardly he kept his fingers crossed the calm of his words would convince them, and his shoulders sagged just barely as the group eventually let up. “You should be happy with such quick reflexes, they really saved your life. It was as if you’re teleported, you came to the sidewalk so quickly,” the man eventually spoke. “Well, take care out there yourself. I am glad you’re okay.”

“Yes… I am grateful, too. I will.” Though, the question kept burning on his mind… “Pardon, but did you… see someone behind me, when the car nearly struck?” he asked the man more quietly.

“Someone- no, it was just you, luckily.”

“Odd. I could have sworn- well, nevermind. Surely that was simply the stress.” Nodding politely at the confusedly-frowning man Espio quickly turned around in full to make his escape- that had been much, much too close, and that one second of frozen time and odd people telling him odd things had just been an imagination of his mind while he’d long made it to the sidewalk already and was simply reeling from the stress, nothing more.

It couldn’t be anything more.

Right?

A sudden wave of anxiety barrelling into him Espio tensed, gaze drifting over to that one spot where his life nearly ended before he could help it. The road looked just like it usually did on any other spot in the city, grey with white paint drawn over it and the occasional car or cyclist coming past; absolutely nothing that pointed towards the accident that had nearly occurred.

And yet, and yet…

Espio could have sworn something in that particular spot was glimmering still. Not the same glow of silver as the odd person had had around them, but…

Peeking around to see if anyone who had concerned themselves with him was around still Espio set a few more paces until the coast was clear, the streets having gone quiet anew after the small rush of people. The button for the pedestrian’s crossing was pressed quickly enough, its ticking noise changing to indicate he had green light, and a tentative pace onto the grey road followed suit…

And Espio’s eyes widened at the glowing object that laid on the pavement, a rock that had the exact same shape as those that had floated around the creature.

And he was still standing right on the streets.

Reaching down and grasping the rock from the asphalt Espio darted over to the side he came from again, the ticking noise of the traffic light slowing down anew as he leaned as closely against the buildings as he dared. Almost bashfully he studied the rock; it was shaped along the lines of a hexagon with two parallel lines elongated, with a front and six sides moving down. Not a Chaos Emerald, the chameleon decreed immediately, but there still was some sort of power running through it, that his well-trained senses did not miss…

And he had seen them around the creature, he was sure of that.

“Nonsense,” Espio spoke out loud, ignoring the odd looks from some people making their way through the city across the road as he turned on his heels and briskly stepped back towards where the Chaotix’ Agency was. Surely that stone had always been there on the road and he merely had not seen it, or someone had dropped it in the few minutes of his distraction or it had fallen from a car- he had hallucinated the creature and it had been his quick reflexes that had led to a good ending, after all, so there was no way the rock in his hands meant anything.

But as he walked over the pavement and flinched at every single noise of a car driving past the chameleon could not help himself and sent a single glance over his shoulder, where the cyan glow was no more, and he could not help shake the feeling it hadn’t been his reflexes that saved him after all.

#this story is not worked out so well but I at least *do* know how I want it to end so that is good!! #silver the hedgehog #espio the chameleon #espilver #I'm honestly not even sure if I want to use the Time Stones since they are very local to Sonic CD and Little Planet #they're not a global thing afaik #but then I'd have to create some MacGuffins myself and like... what and how and stuff lol

[itwoodbeprefect]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 🤍

thank you!! ❤ i decided to make this five fics from five different fandoms, in no particular order:

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How To Build A Triangle (or accidentally fall headlong into one, or whatever the fuck) [ted lasso, roy/jamie/keeley]

i wrote this one in a ridiculously short amount of time for how many words it turned out to be, and i had SO much fun doing it. it was the perfect storm of an idea grabbing you and also having the time to let it grab you, and i think the results are great, too, which is even better. (not to mention that seeing it tick past the 1000 kudos mark with ease within i think two months was completely hilarious, used as i currently am to thinking of 50 kudos as a smash hit with the reading public. i won't lie, a massive wave of nice comments IS fun, especially if it's for something you were excited to post!)

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John Sheppard vs. The Magic Ball of Love [sga, john/rodney]

most of the fandoms i write for these days are not fantasy or sci-fi, but once in a while i'll remember how great it can be to make up some complete nonsense and go "it's magic! i mean, uh, science!", and sga is the perfect sort of setting for that. i wrote this while i should have been writing a paper, which instantly makes anything better, and i still think the core of it is very simple and very silly and very fun, and i always enjoy a good days of the week fic. i also like the way john sounds in this one.

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Five times Frank was frankly too Frank to notice what Hawkeye and Trapper were up to [mash, frank pov trapper/hawkeye]

i've posted five MASH fics to ao3 and four of them are mainly angst, and that's fine and i love writing that, but at the end of the day what i really like is when it just says Click while writing comedy. i think that happened with this one! frank is (frankly) very frank, hawkeye and trapper are very hawkeye and trapper, and i had a hoot with it, and still have every time i reread it now. frank is an unusual perspective for me to write from, but that just makes it all the more fun.

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Your hands in my back pockets [starsky/hutch]

these days i do this thing where sometimes i forget that not every fic has to be 2k minimum and convey some deep meaning about something somehow, and that's unfortunate because it obviously makes writing a lot more difficult than it needs to be. this fic was a glorious little moment of breaking through that - the "hey handsome, are you looking for a fun time?" line had been lingering in my drafts meant for some s/h thing for a long time, and then i took that and wrote the entire fic in one sitting, and i think it flows nicely and it's very them and it still accidentally paints that deep picture i keep angling for, just in less than 500 words. a lesson i need to remember! and also just fun, a fun little fic.

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And I need you more than I want you (And I want you for all time) [h50, steve/danny]

romance! and all of the other kinds of love, and all of it domestic and sure and steve-and-danny. i just like this one and the ways that it worked out and the things it ended up saying a lot, and i enjoy rereading it. easy domestic happy endings in which everyone gets to relax and settle in are my favorite.

#trying to filter out my own (current) favorites was a fun exercise! thank you! #* #tag stuff #my fic #ted lasso #h50 #starsky and hutch #sga #mash

[astranauticus]

ok one last post about the Project to truly exorcise it from my brain. just some process/design thoughts (also now that it's done if you want to read my liveblogged whinging for whatever reason here it is)

first off some stats because i kept stats like the nerd that i am:

time wise making this animatic took about 93.5 hours give or take (thanks procreate process replay) spread across exactly 2 months

anyway when i said i finished this project mostly through stubbornness and sunk cost fallacy this is what i meant lol like a lot of my thought process through this was just 'no way in hell am i letting some of these drawings disappear into my drafts forever'

on average each frame took about 2 hours 45 minutes but thats a bit of an overestimate since i forgot to count some of the animated bits from the first two lines (so id guess the actual number is more like.. 2 hours 20 minutes?)

btw that line with the starry apparition fading away? 12 hours total

the single longest and most painful frame to draw was the one of the crew walking through tu'narath (5 hours 30 minutes) because a. perspective b. architecture design c. for some reason i put a lot of detail into rendering the armour on all the githyanki i drew why on earth did i do that

(its especially painful bc that frame was one of the ones that didnt... feel like an important enough moment in the actual story of the show to be worth capturing the way the wish or even like, endellion is, i just needed to put that there for the storytelling flow or whatever of the animatic itself and it bothered me so much)

one other interesting little mishap was that i did all of these on canvas size 1080x720px (so that's why the youtube resolution isnt particularly high lmao) which is why procreate let me put an absolutely absurd amount of layers in one canvas (all 8 frames of with memories projected on the astral sea were done on one canvas. 159 layers) because the layer limit for that canvas size is 400 BUT. i accidentally started the starry apparition fade on an A4 canvas (my default canvas size for like all my normal fanart) and i only realised after finishing all the lineart and starting on colouring because i hit layer limit so i had to resize the canvas which did... interesting?? things to the lineart resolution

also if youre wondering how i drew K-LB that many times in something resembling timely fashion the answer is i sacrificed some... amount of sleep to 3d model and rig him in blender which. honestly? i consider it a roaring success

splitting the frames by bar was a Choice and certainly a choice ive.. had doubtsTM about but thats the kind of thing you cant really change without bringing the whole project crashing down so if the frames seem to move a bit too fast im so sorry there was really not much i could do there

idk if people actually noticed the very very tiny drawings of the crew moving around on the ship in the 4th line especially since they sometimes get obscured by the subtitles but the REASON for that is in my original drawings the subtitles went in the top left corner but they kept conflicting with other stuff so i just gave up and threw them to the bottom (also i originally included the chinese lyrics but then i got lazy lmao)

anyway that little detail like VR-LA angstily looking at the sea reminiscing about the JourneyTM and the crew sort of appearing along with the memories of their adventures together was one of those things that seemed SO COOL in my head but once i actually execute it its like. hmmmm not sure if that worked out the way you thought it would buddy. also the tiny crew was EXTREMELY hard to draw so put that down as another point in 'me subjecting myself to deeply painful and out there compositions for no good reason'

anyway i called this my magnum opus but i do actually have some thoughts about another one (a companion piece, if you will) for another song by the same band because now that i know what capcut can do im.. really itching to try something a little different because this like powerpoint presentation style? fully a product of me using iMovie as my only available video editing software for the past like 7 years of my life

#rwd #asto speaks #re: the projectTM #one last time using this dumbass tag lmao #honestly? also put another point in 'i worked on a project for so long it became just a Project to me and proceeded to get #absolutely blindsided by the emotional affect it has on people' #2 months. 2. months. #whatever actual emotion this idea was originally trying to draw from is long fucking gone buddy #like i did manage to re-experience some of it looking at the finished product but #i appreciate yalls screaming a lot i just truly did not anticipate it LMAO

[bitegore]

🍄♻️🤔

🍄Describe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “_ + =__”

okay for the sake of my fucking sanity i am NOT going to presume I get any real wiggle room here. or i will do another 400 line proof. because it is fun but oh my god it takes so long.

((Felyx + Taran)(Rex + Haven + Taran) + fake dating)^spite = fireworks

♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP(s)

not sure it qualifies as a "wip" because I haven't actually decided to pull it out of the graveyard of abandoned-works out-of-progress yet - call it a wip-aspirational or something lol - but the more I poke at Haven and Taran's actual story the more fun I have thinking about siccing Rex on the two of them. In like 2020 or 2021, so, a good while ago at this point and at a time I'd describe myself as "rusty" I started working on whatever the worst version of a meetcute is (ending in the equation above) lol. If I recall correctly my endgame then was that the three of them would fall into a stable orbit. I think that's kind of silly now. They're not that kind of people.

other scrapped idea, same story: Rex and Taran were meant to get along. That's not happening. It's a lot funnier if Rex and Haven (both deeply, deeply difficult people to get along with who hate accommodating for other people) can find a way to coexist pleasantly but Taran, resident NormalGuy who is extremely accustomed to unpleasant asshole bullshit, genuinely cannot get over Rex's various fuckeries beyond, like, the civility of "I recognize that you are living in my house now because the other person who lives here really likes you, and I don't want to have a screaming match in my own fucking kitchen." I tend to make Rex tolerable to speak to when I write him on his own because it's narratively difficult to use a protagonist who will just spit anything handed to him in someone else's face, but in this particular setup he is actively attempting to get Taran's genuine actual hatred on purpose because he's under the impression that's the goal and he's having fun with it also, so it lets me just make him a huge cunt asshole too which is more fun than having him show any scraps of humanity anyway :D

ok let me come up with something you have actual interest in lol

The Rex & Casey conversation fic I was working on ran into an unrecoverable roadblock (I decided the premise needed work) and has to be restarted in a different place with a slightly different version of Casey (tragic!), so one of the things I had to scrap to keep it rolling is Rex commenting on the color of the sky. It's really sad for me because I always think it's funny when you have a guy In a hell dimension like "damn... this place is weird.... the sky isn't bright red, it's eerie". But I can't justify The Story bringing Rex into The Real World as a Plot Element now that I know more about how it works, so I

......

Aha. Well. Actually. I can't justify Alan using The Story to bring Rex into The Real World, because I know how he works. Might have fixed my opinion on my own premise.

We'll see, I'll sleep on it. It needs to cook longer anyway. I also realized (aw2 spoilers) (for serious) (skip this paragraph now if you havent at least finished the first run of the game) if it happens in The Story In The Real World it's got to be situated between Saga's first time going through the loop with Alan and the Final Draft, but I still haven't found enough time to watch t full playthrough of Final Draft, so I'm sure when I hit Zane's part in there and then endgame I'll know a bit more about the direction I want to take.

🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet

Anything like that I have, either it's so busy being a concept I cannot write it yet, or I've started it just to make sure I won't forget it XD so it's hard to come up with. And most of the concepts are less "this is the kind of story I want to write", so much as "this is the kind of effect I want it to have". You know. I want to write something ~mind-bending~ or I want to ~do talking animals but cool~ or whatever.

A lot of words to say I'm drawing a huge blank on this question.

I think - and this is something I keep approaching with different stories but not leaning into, because, frankly, I'm the first line of concept-check for myself, and i get bored - I'd really like to try a story that works as one extended record-scratch. You start at the very end, in a scene that means basically nothing to anyone, and then in the events of reading the entire rest of the story you get more and more context until the very end of the book is the exact same scene as the first part, like, down to the description, and then it just loops infinitely. Something you could read spiral-binding style so it doesn't really have a "start" or an "end", just points between chapters with cardboard so you can close it anywhere, if it's a physical book. you know, some experimental shit.

Unfortunately I find time loops boring as hell to write. This would be ONE loop, so it'd maybe be better, but I'm still kind of burnt on being willing to touch another timeloop from how badly I did not enjoy the one I wrote for an exchange like two full calendar years ago. And also I do have other things to be doing.

That's also not a story! That's a plot structure! I might as well say I want to write The Hero's Journey for all it really tells you 😂 at my heart I'm a parodist, I'm going to need to see someone do it wrong and decide to do a better job than they did to really get a fire lit for an actual narrative here. I do love me some themes of insurmountable stupid bullshit you put yourself into on purpose because you decided you could surmount it and then discovered you couldn't, and some futile attempts at some stupid shit for retroactively-really-dumb reasons that weren't worth it, so it'll have that. as seasoning. because what is a permanent stable timeloop but one person committing suicide over and over? I'm only really able to approach the properly frozen-in-sequence ones as either Hand Of God (boring) or Sunk Cost Fallacy On Steroids (fun! interesting! miserable in a slightly unusual way!) so...

....well, it's going to have to keep simmering, because I like what I've got in the broth, but there's no meat in there yet, only spices. It would make a terrible meal right now. But it answers the question, I think.

#red replies #honestlyvan #sorry for how wordy this got i'm tired and rambling LOL #ask game

[pizzaqueen]

One line any fic!

Rules: pick ten of your fics, scroll to somewhere midpoint, pick a line chunk and share it, and then tag ten people.

I was tagged by @glorious-spoon - thank you so much!! I may have gone overboard with my selection sizes lmao

Okay, I’m going to be honest, this has been sitting in my drafts for ages because I wasn’t sure who has ten or more fics so I didn’t know who to tag and then I felt bad for not tagging anyone but I thought if I said ‘anyone can feel free to do it’ then it would look like a cop out but I really do mean it!! So I’m going to post it and I might add tags later, which is maybe weird but oh well

alone again, or

Steve nods, not trusting his voice, and Eddie moves to his shoulders. Occasionally, the calloused pads of his fingers brush Steve’s bare neck and little sparks of electricity prickle beneath his skin. What the fuck is wrong with him?

It’s nothing. They just don’t do this. They touch like any friends do—Steve pushes away the memory of one of Robin’s friends, when they’d gone to stay with her a while back, saying, “You guys touch a lot, you know?” leaving Steve completely fucking baffled—but they don’t give each other shoulder rubs. It’s just the newness of it making Steve feel like this.

Till I Kissed You

Sun beats down on the windshield; sweat beads at Eddie’s hairline, the back of his neck. The air inside the van is stifling, even with the windows down, but it’s not the heat that’s making his head swim.

It’s the look on Steve’s face when Eddie gave him the most transparently bullshit excuse of all time, playing over and over in his head. He just… He panicked. He was convinced Steve wouldn’t want to talk to him at all, and then he had no idea what to say when Steve asked him to hang out. No idea what it meant. Was Steve as into the kiss as Eddie maybe, sort of, almost definitely was? Or does Steve want to pretend like nothing happened?

more than a feeling (that's the power of love)

“So it’s the power of love, huh?”

“Someone should tell Huey Lewis,” Steve says.

“Great, now I’m going to have that song stuck in my head.”

“It’s a good song.”

“It’s really not, Steve. And I don’t want it to be the last song I think about before I die.”

One of the other robed figures says, “Yeah, Huey Lewis sucks.” It sounds like the kid Steve knocked out earlier.

“No one cares about your opinions on popular music, Corey,” the man in front of Steve and Eddie says.

when bad dreams become

They get ready for bed and, not for the first time, Eddie wonders what it would be like to do this with Steve every night. Maybe in their own place, which is a big and scary thought, but as something in the future, it’s…kind of nice, too.

Steve takes the side of the bed by the window and Eddie gets in beside him. They don’t do this often, but it’s not unusual for one of them to crash at the other’s place when they hang out, and when they do they bunk together.

Eddie sometimes wonders if Steve has any idea how he feels when they’re lying side by side and, if he did, if he wouldn’t want to share the bed with him anymore. Or maybe… Maybe he feels the same. It seems unlikely, but sometimes…

bowl me over

“Nah, Ozzy’s got nothing on you,” Eddie says, flapping the bat’s wings in Steve’s face.

Steve smiles, nudging him away with his shoulder. “Shut up.”

“Just telling it like it is, man.”

“Whatever.” Steve rolls his eyes—it’s not like he hates compliments, or never gets them from anyone else, but it’s different when it’s Eddie. “Just eat your lunch.”

Eddie shrugs and reaches across Steve to grab a handful of fries from his plate, shoving them in his mouth.

fix you up

“I had fun tonight.”

“Bar fights how you get your kicks after all?”

“Mm.” Steve rolls his head from side to side. “They’re okay.” He snorts and opens his eyes. Eddie’s looking at him, eyes hazy but fixed firmly on Steve. Steve hits Eddie’s knee with the back of his hand. “I meant seeing your band play.”

“You’ve seen us play before.”

“Does that mean I can’t have fun?”

“No, I just… Didn’t think it was your scene.”

“I don’t think I even know what my scene is.” Steve slumps down, his knee nudging Eddie’s. He lets it rest there. “Sometimes I wish I was more like you.”

turn on your light

“I had a bad dream.” Eddie’s heart is still beating hard. He knows exactly what Steve thought. “Sorry if I spooked you, man.”

“It’s fine.” Steve gives Eddie’s shoulder a squeeze, then lets his hand fall to his lap.

The nightmare recedes, but he can still feel it. So much of it had been real and it’s going to haunt him forever. “I can’t— I thought if we beat him, made him pay, I… It would make it okay.” He looks at Steve. “But it doesn’t, does it?”

Steve shakes his head.

Eddie’s Badass Metal Mixtape (For Steve)

“You know, it was pretty sweet of him to make this.”

“Sweet?”

“Yeah.” At Steve’s incredulous look, Robin adds, “He made you a mixtape of his favorite songs.”

“He just wanted to, you know…” Steve trails off, biting his lip. He shrugs. “Make sure I know who Ozzy Osbourne is.” Which wouldn’t take a whole tape. He clears his throat. “And then filled it up with his other favorite songs.” And, sure, Eddie didn’t have to do that but—

But what?

never can say goodbye

Once again, Eddie watches as Steve walks to his car, pats himself down, and turns around to come back to the trailer. Eddie stays by the door, opening it the moment Steve knocks. “Forget something else?”

“Yeah, I can’t find my wallet. Pretty stupid, huh?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

They go through the whole pretence of looking for the wallet, like they did with the keys. This time, Eddie finds it where Steve had stuffed it down the back of the couch. He holds it out to Steve but, when Steve reaches for it, pulls it back. “Pretty funny you left your wallet and your keys here.”

stumbling in

Steve licks his lips and looks up. The thing is, he’s not even sure why he wants to know so bad. It was just one kiss. And it’s not… He’s not… It’s not like he wants to kiss Eddie again, or anything. And if it wasn’t a joke, and Eddie is gay, then, whatever. That’s fine, isn’t it? Steve’s fine with Robin, so he’d be fine with Eddie, too.

#steddie #pizzaqueenfic

[in-my-feels-probably]

Untitled Dramione Fic

Hi! Here are the first 2 (unedited) chapters I have drafted for a potential Dramione fic I am working on. I have a few ideas planned ahead for it and things I need to add both to these chapters and to the introductory paragraphs, but I wanted to get a sample out of what I have so far.

This is basically just me seeing if anyone is interested and wants me to continue writing it, or if I should hold off for now. If this does well, I’ll write more official chapters and post the first 5 on Wattpad and Ao3, and I’ll let you know more about that if it happens. 

I have some ideas and things I’m happy to share with you if it interests you, I just didn’t include any major plot lines or spoilers or anything huge because I don’t want anyone to take my ideas. I know this is a similar base point of a lot of Dramione pics, but I promise I have a lot of original ideas that will make their way into the fic if I continue, it won’t be a copy of another fic, but I’ll credit any inspiration taken from one. Please don’t copy my work or post it without my permission.

So I’m asking anyone who reads this to feel free to add anything to it. You can give me ideas, or alter anything I’ve started, tell me what you like and don’t like, or what you’d like to see in later chapters. Please remember that this is a rough draft, so pardon anything that isn’t written that well, it’ll get fixed and edited. I want to write something that people enjoy, so I’ll make sure to include any major themes or tropes and plots you want. But seriously, anything you have to say, whether it be questions, tips, praise, criticism, it’s all welcome. You can comment, message me, or submit an ask with anything you have to say, I’ll appreciate whatever you do.

That’s basically it, thank you for reading and giving me any feedback, and I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

Hermione had long since scourgified the blood away from her hands, but she still stared blankly at the tile floor as she held shaking hands in the scalding water under the tap. This pain, she could bear. She had become used to the physical anguish of war, with a few years to grow accustomed to it. This part was easy for her.

The pain of losing someone, however, was as fresh as the day Dumbledore had died. And although she had grown to loathe the man after, she still felt a little prick in her heart at the mention of his name. She had seen countless deaths since then, and has even been responsible for a few herself. She tried to let the faces blend together, and tried to detach herself from who they were, how she knew them, what they were fighting for.

She let the water run over her hands a few moments longer, the skin so red it looked like it was beginning to blister. She faintly recognized the pain, but she kept her eyes to the floor, zoning in on the tile pattern. A lion, stood tall and powerful on its hind legs, a symbol of courage, and bravery. Ironic, considering how fast the courage drained in the room when the shadow of death was looming. Still, she stared at the mosaic on the tiles, watching how the light gleamed across the floor.

She would’ve stared at the floor all day if it meant not having to face it. Anything to prolong the imminent pain of turning around and seeing Neville Longbottom’s cold dead body, lying there on the table.

She sucked in a breath, willing the tears not to fall.

She turned to face Neville, feeling her stomach turn at the sight of him. Having spent the better part of the war learning spells and countercurses that would be useful in the war effort, she had done what she could to help Neville. He had been hit with a Furnunculus curse, which covers the target in boils.

Normally, a charm or hex like this one could be easily countered and remedied. However, as the playing field between sides began narrowing, Voldemort ordered his brightest witches and wizards to begin studying curses and spells. His efforts were successful, as simple spells normally used for pranks, were altered into life threatening curses, if not countered quickly.

Hermione hadn’t seen anything like this curse. The boils were filled with poison, slowly seeping into the bloodstream of the victim. Once enough was in their system, there was nothing that could be done.

When Neville was rushed in, screaming, and being practically carried by Dean Thomas, Hermione was called in from Snape’s laboratory where she was studying, and she had apparated to St. Mungo’s, where she and the hospital ward healers rushed to help. Normally, she worked clinically and efficiently with victims, skilled at her craft.

But this was Neville.

The boy who lost his toad on the first day of class, who took Ginny to the Yule Ball. One of the first to volunteer for field missions, despite the blatant horror on his face. His stubborn Gryffindor bravery had shined through.

She saw no bravery on his face as he looked to her with pleading eyes, begging for help, no actual words coming out from the gargling in his throat. At the end, he managed to screech out, “Kill Me!” before spitting up blood onto the lion mosaic on the floor..

Sometimes, Hermione wished her friends would have adopted the Slytherin trait of self preservation.

Hermione’s mind began racing with what if’s, berating herself for not studying hard enough, for not paying attention enough when, before he was killed a month later, Kingsley Shacklebolt ordered the entire Order learn basic healing spells. Not that it mattered much, she was probably one of the only students to take it seriously. Most of them thought the war would be a quick feat, and the extra schooling was unnecessary.

The blind optimism died after the first field mission, when countless students came back cursed into oblivion. What Hermione would have given to have Madam Pomfrey alongside her, reminding her of the basics.

Voldemort was quick to rip away that advantage, too. He had sent Fenrir Greyback after particularly useful members of the Resistance. Greyback made it through half the hospital ward, including Pomfrey, before McGonagall took him out.  

Hermione was forced to pull herself together, trying to remember every shred of knowledge she had learned about healing and countering curses. She wasn’t a great healer, by any means. She could hold her own, but her real talent was in her work with curses.

But Neville had gotten there too late.

Hermione had no choice but to watch as the boils leaking into his skin sputtered blood and poison, Neville laying on the table, screaming and writhing.

He was the most recent of the mercy kills on her list.

After he was gone, and everyone had filed out of the room, their eyes glossed over, staring blankly, Hermione was forced to analyze the body, to try and figure out what the curse was made up of.

Because the Order hardly let her out in the field, her value with her mind was too great to lose, she was quite knowledgeable in the new curses emerging from the field everyday, and she was able to figure out the curse easily enough. All she could do now is send her findings to Bill Weasley in whatever safe house or country he was in. He hadn’t been studying Cursebreaking for long before the war made it too difficult to continue running Hogwarts or the Ministry, and Voldemort had certainly corrupted what was left. However, Hermione and some of the Professors thought Bill had a knack for it, and continued his training. For the past two years, all curses identified through her were sent to Bill to reimplement into the field training.

Still, she thought she would double check with Snape when he got back from the mission Voldemort called him back for.

Hermione was one of the few to know that Snape was a spy for the order. She found out soon after Dumbledore died, when the war started picking up. She was wary at first, but she had to admit, his knowledge of spells, potions, and charms were fascinating, and incredibly valuable. It was enough to trump her own disdain for the man, for the greater good.

Now, she only wished to herself that things were normal, and that she could go back to Hogwarts and sit in another one of Snape’s classes. The opportunity seemed a lifetime away.

She shook her head, clearing her throat. Now wasn’t the time for dreams. She turned back to Neville, pulling the sheet up and over his body. She stood still next to him, before she registered Harry walking in.

He walked up to the table, lifting the sheet to see Neville’s face. Hermione watched the lines set on his face into a grimace. He dropped the sheet, his fists balled at his sides until the knuckles turned white.

“So it’s true, then?”

Hermione said nothing, fiddling with a string coming out of the hem of her apron. Harry mumbled swears under his breath, slamming a fist on the table. Hermione fought the urge to flinch back.

“Fuck!”

“Harry, you shouldn’t be here, it's not safe.” Hermione slowly raised a hand and placed it on his shoulder.

It was torture, watching Harry’s spirit crumble. The only time she ever saw him anymore with a genuine smile on his face was when he was around Ginny. Hermione didn’t know how much more of this he could take.

Still, it wasn’t safe for Harry to be out in a place so public, not on a mission. She wished Dean had brought Neville to one of their warded and armed hospitals, but St. Mungo’s was the closest. And it would have been pretty empty, with people too scared of attacks to attempt a visit.

Harry sighed, gripping her hand in his.

“You shouldn’t be here either, ‘Mione. We need to go,” he mumbled.

Hermione nodded, calling in a healer to take care of Neville. She felt the sting behind her eyes, and just before apparating, she called out, her voice masking a sob.

“Please be careful with him.”

Chapter 2

They landed in front of Grimmauld Place, which had been abandoned towards the beginning of the war. After Sirius died, it stopped being used for meetings. Kreacher died soon after, and although he was very old, Hermione thought it was more probable that his heart couldn’t handle losing another Black heir. Grimmauld Place stood vacant, minus the vandalization the Death Eaters must have been responsible for, or others who resented the Order for not fighting back hard enough.

Hermione let her eyes close for a moment, feeling the wind blow through her hair. “Harry, we shouldn’t be out here, either. If Lupin knew–”

“I know, Hermione! I know!” Harry threw his hands up in the air as he spoke, and the wind brushed the hair back from his forehead. His hair had grown in length, wisping in tufts, framing his face. When it was pushed back like this, Hermione glanced at him and realized just how young he looked. How young he was. With everything he had been through, he carried himself a lot older. A long scar, more realistically resembling a lightning bolt, ran down the length of his face from his temple to his jaw. He had gotten it on one of the first missions out, around the same time he realized he was going to have to learn nastier spells. It was visible now.

Harry sighed, running a hand down his face. “I’m sorry. Just give me a minute, yeah?”

Hermione nodded, quickly scanning the area, before taking a seat on the step. She watched Harry’s mouth open and close, like he was fighting himself to speak, and she noticed the bob in his throat. It was silent a moment longer, and he finally spoke.

“Seeing Neville like that…it reminded me of him. I just miss him. I really fucking miss him.”

Hermione felt her heart ache at the mention, balling her fists until she was sure her nails had drawn blood on her palms.

Ron.

Ron had died a little over a year ago. The three were out hunting for Horcruxes, when Ron got mad about something, something so little that Hermione couldn’t even recall exactly what it was anymore, and he stormed out of the tent. Hermione had tried to go after him, calling out to him, but he apparated, and was gone.

His body was found at the Burrow three days later.

Nobody was staying there, but Lupin went to check on it often. It was used as an emergency hideout or post delivery point. Nobody knew this but a few members of the Order. Hermione supposed the use of the Burrow was just a sick message. Ron’s family home, an homage to his death.

Ron was found strung up from the second story window, with a sign around his neck.

It read,

“Found the moronic blood traitor on his own. Trouble in paradise? The Mudblood is next, then the Order, and then, Potter. You have my word. The Dark Lord sends his regards. - L.M.”

Lucius Malfoy had found him wandering alone, trying to send a letter with an update on the Horcrux hunt. Snape determined that Ron had been victim to the Imperious curse, forced to wrap the rope around his own neck and jump off the ledge himself. His chest was puffed out, meaning Lucius had used a spell to keep putting air in his lungs, just enough to keep him alive, while he was strangled to death. From the lacerations on his neck, it was clear he had hung for a while, struggling, before he finally died.

Hermione coped by throwing herself into her work. Becoming Snape’s apprentice, learning healing, spells, charms, hexes, and counterhexes. She was easily one of the most skilled and valued witches of her time. She tried her best to see Harry as often as she could, but the pair would never be the same as the trio.

Harry never got over it.

He blamed himself, and spent most of his time out on missions. He never used an Unforgivable Curse, but he had killed many Death Eaters before he finally mustered up the courage to go to Ginny. As far as Hermione was concerned, Ginny was the bravest person she had ever met. Ginny had already lost Percy and Charlie, so she knew how to cope with Ron’s death. She carried her family, she carried Harry, and they all made it through as best they could. One of Hermione’s favorite things was seeing how soft Harry would go around her. He was always angry, but never with her.

Hermione tried not to think about Ron, and if she did, it was only the good things. She couldn’t bear thinking about the night he left, she already blamed herself enough already. But Harry had now reminded her of him, and reopened that wound. But now, it wasn’t just him. It was Neville too.

“Hermione, we have to do something, we need an advantage. I can’t lose more people to them, not like this. They’re suffering for nothing. We’re sending them out there defenseless against the magic Voldemort has them creating daily now.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes. “What are you asking me, Harry? I’m doing my best.”

“It’s not enough!”

Hermione felt a pang in her chest, and she let out the smallest gasp. She saw the regret on his face, and she knew he was sorry. He wished he hadn’t said it, but he meant every word, that was clear.

Hermione cleared her throat. “I know you’re hurting, Harry. And I’m sorry. But I am trying my best. I’m sorry that’s not enough for you.”

Harry’s face fell, regret clear on his face. “Hermione, I’m sorry, really. I’m just frustrated, I didn’t mean that.”

She smiled sadly at him. “You meant it. Just ask whatever it is you’re thinking about so I can get back where I’m needed.”

Harry’s lips pressed into a thin line, now unsure if he should ask what has been bothering him for days now. With a raise of Hermione’s brow, signaling him to continue, he spoke. “We’re getting demolished on the field. Voldemort has new curses created everyday, and we’re sending out our own to take the brunt of it. I’m fucking tired, Hermione. It’s not fair. You’re working till your fingers bleed, and it doesn’t make a fucking difference! We’re drowning—”

“What are you asking, Harry?” Hermione cut him off, getting overwhelmed..

He took a deep breath. “Can you…can you create curses? You spend all day breaking them down, surely you can put one back together.”

Hermione furrowed her brows in confusion. “Create a curse? A curse that does what, exactly?”

Harry shook his head. “I don’t know, ‘Mione, but I’m sure you can come up with something. I don’t care what it does, but we need something to even the playing field, we need something that really does some damage. I’m not asking you to kill anyone yourself, or help the Order do it, but…we’re a few good fighters away from having to use Unbreakables, and I don’t want to be the one to suggest it.”

Hermione shuddered at the idea of the Chosen One, with a flash of green emerging from the tip of his wand.

She couldn’t believe her best friend, the one she had fixed his glasses for in First year, was reduced to another soldier in the ranks, broken and battered by war. Then again, she couldn’t believe the depths she had gone to herself. Maybe things would have gone over smoother if Dumbledore hadn’t gotten himself killed, and all his secrets with him.

“Some of the others, they’re not willing to use them, not just yet. But eventually, the majority will be in favor, even Lupin. We need to offer them something else, something effective. Lethal, even. We need a fair fight,” Harry finished, taking a breath.

Hermione sighed exasperatedly, bringing fingers up to pinch the bridge of her nose. “Harry, are you sure? Some of these curses are really dark, they take a toll on you. You know Lupin will be furious if he finds out what we’re doing. Do you want to be responsible for its effects?”

“That depends on what ideas you have,” Harry halfheartedly jokes.

She nodded, running a hand through wild hair. She racked her brain for every possibility, any part of her knowledge that would be useful. She pondered over ideas for a moment, calculating in her head. Suddenly, she looked up at Harry, eyes wide.

“What is it?” Harry cautiously questioned.

“Harry, where are you keeping the Marvolo ring?” She quietly asked.

Harry appeared confused, but he reached out to her anyway. “Come on, I’ll take you.”

She grabbed his hand in hers, and they apparated away from Grimmauld Place.

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A/N - Thank you for reading! Let me know what you thought.  

#dramione #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #hermione granger #hermione granger x reader #harry potter #harry potter imagines #harry potter fics #dramione fic #dramione fic recs

[dethkomic]

Hey lady, I hope this is where you wanted me! Now tell me every fine detail of how you make this comic!

Yes it certainly is and thennnnk you for coming over to the tumblrs and posting this question so I could post this answer! :)

I just love the vibrant discussions we get into here and on AO3 about how to do stuff and processes and tips and tricks, etc. etc. I've done a lot of sharing when it comes to how I get ideas for comics, but I guess I haven't shown you guys what my notebook looks like in the space between idea and finished comic. So here it is:

So, that text and the amazing thumbnail art next to it is how I often lay out the story treatments for each page. I think I've talked about getting a sense of "pacing" as you work on stuff, and how that's often a constant struggle between "I wanna get to this part and talk about it by itself for 14.5 pages", so this method allows me to work within the constraints of what feels natural for an audience to read while keeping myself in-check with the parts I really, actually want to write about. :)

In other words, I might write out a multi-paragraph scene in my notes that I really want to show you guys... Something like "Charles gets drunk and hits on Murderface", but intriguing as that idea is, I'm sure it might get old if I filled 22 pages of Dethkomic with just that (or maybe not? Maybe I should live a little). And indeed, when I look at the parts of the story that I want to cover in any given update, I'll notice I probably don't have the room to spend on that Charles/MF scene for as long as I'd like... so I pace it out!

I first try to break up the story into pages (3-5) per update, and then I sketch each page in a little thumbnail like what you see up there, to make sure stuff flows. By that I mean, I not only want it to read well, but I want to be sure there's enough space and consideration given to dialogue that needs to happen, like this panel:

I want to be sure that, if we've changed scenes and are in a new location, or the location has somehow BEEN changed, I put in an establishing shot, like this:

And if there's a joke, or something that comes in rapid-fire succession, I want to give that enough panels as necessary to pull it off:

So you can see, it's a lot of consideration for something as trivial as how much of a story actually ends up making it into the final drafts. If you guys let me write out every idea for Dethkomic I've had since I started it, despite the fact that it's already based off of a story I already wrote, it'd go on for years and never be finished. :)

So anyway, whether you're writing a comic or long-form prose, or a script, or whatever, I highly recommend writing everything out, breaking it down into parts, and breaking those parts out to pace. A lot of editors say a finished draft is often 20% shorter than the submitted manuscript. You often hear me say "I'd write a shorter story if I had the time." And this is what is meant by both of those things I guess.

Keep everything you can, though. Yes, simplify them on a different page, but don't just delete your notes. You never know when you'll gloss over an important detail you only managed to write out long-form on your initial concept. And those things will also help you to remember things that need resolving that you might be forgetting.

Anyway, hope this answer is useful to those of you who write! Great question and a thank you for moving it over here to my friend Rhea up there... and as always, Dethkomic loves you!

#dethkomic #comic writing #comic tips #writing tips #pacing tips #pickles eating the microphone still makes me laugh #answered

[solradguy]

I have sent many asks to you before filled with honest yet corny-as-hell sentimental bullshit about how much your blog, and you by extension, means to me— even if we don’t even really know each other. But if this isn’t a better time to actually buckle down and give you a proper “thank you,” than I don’t know what is.

I found your blog a while back, sometime early last summer if I remember correctly, through your Guilty Gear scans. It was around the time I first started actively hunting down whatever remnants of a Guilty Gear fandom were scattered across the internet, and luckily I hit the jackpot with Tumblr (amongst other sites.) God bless whatever made you make this blog, cause the things it has done for me since then have been tremendous. From small things like your discussions about music and your random posts about vintage technology that inevitably prompt me to do deep-dives on the subject, or bigger things like your entire translation or scanning projects that open me to an entire new world of Guilty Gear media, your blog has taught me about so many new things that have molded me into the person I am today, and suffice to say, I’m proud of that person. You have introduced me to new singers, bands, books, movies, games, shows; so many goddamn things and the majority of them have turned out to be things I simply enamor. Beyond that, your art has helped me improve on my own art and has inspired me to make so much more work and work even harder. Plus, you also brought back my obsession with dragons! I used to be enthralled by dragons; collecting paintings, statues, plushies, books, you name it and I probably have it. And just to like them once more due to my exposure with the content you churn out (wether original or reblogged) is something I can also say I am grateful for. Even just ranting about personal interests in your asks or asking if you perhaps enjoy the same things that I do is something that makes me happy.

I don’t want to make you uncomfortable by saying this, but I seriously do see you as a sort of “big brother” figure in my life. It’s a parasocial relationship, sure, but I have found solitude and comfort in your blog, and even a sort of aspiration to be like you. Either way, the truth is your blog has helped me so much this year and has brought me so much more happiness than what I had before. You have seriously helped me become a better person, better in loving myself and finding something to love in the world around me as well.

So, thank you. Thank you for this blog and for everything you post on here. Thank you, and happy new years. I hope next year gives you nothing but unadulterated love. You deserve it.

Ok so, for an uncountable amount of times this has happened now, I typed a really lengthy reply to this and then cut a section of text to move it and Tumblr decided that meant "delete the whole post except the cut text and then close the post editor, deleting everything forever." It is 3:30am. I'm going to summarize what I wrote as I type it for the second time. The last two paragraphs are the only sections from the first draft that got saved.

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First off, I apologize for taking so long to reply to this. Your message is extremely heartfelt and sincere and, when I got it (around noon), I wanted to think on it for a little and reread it a few times before replying.

I'm... not great... at accepting compliments. For a lot of my life I've been picked on for my physical appearance and interests so I learned how to take advantage of my size and how to project a pissed off aura to get people to leave me alone. It works very well. Online that doesn't work, and I wouldn't want it to, but offline I think I can be kind of a grumpy asshole. I try really hard to only appear to be that way. After making kids/babies cry just from being in the same space as them though, it can be difficult to think otherwise. I'm not used to people being this kind to me, let alone even admiring or looking up to me.

But the online format is nice; people just see me as an icon and if they don't like my posts/interests they can close the tab or filter it instead of making it my problem. Being able to talk about whatever on here and finding other people that also think it's interesting has helped me a lot too. Before getting into Guilty Gear around August 2021, this blog was mostly just an art reference blog with a very, very, small amount of personal posts scattered in-between when it was something I wanted to archive (like when I started HRT).

I started doing scans because I wanted to send a specific illustration to someone but could only find it in a low resolution. Since I had the GGX '07 art book and a scanner, I figured I might as well just scan it myself and it all sort of snowballed from there. The GG community has been incredibly motivating and I don't see myself quitting doing these scans/translations until there's nothing left to scanlate. Guilty Gear has done so much for me and I love the games and its setting probably more than any other series I've ever been into.

Know that I really, truly, appreciate you sending me this message. I have a little folder of nice messages like yours that I keep to look through on bad days. They genuinely mean a lot to me.

It's such an honor that the things I've posted about have inspired you and lead you to new interests, too, and I hope that I can keep motivating and inspiring you. 2023's gonna be a good year, I think, and I hope you get some of that unadulterated love too.

#asks #long post #I started typing my first reply at 1:30 and now it's 3:30 GOD I'm so mad Tumblr deleted my first draft............. #Next time I'm typing it in Notepad s2g #Anyway I'm sorry if any of this comes across as curt or if it's worded weirdly I'm falling asleep on my laptop hhhhhhhhhh

[birdybirdnerd]

HI I JUST FOUND THIS IN MY DRAFTS APPARENTLY I WROTE THIS BACK IN 2016?? its unfinished and i dont wanna mess with the fuckin fossil but im posting it bc i cannot BELIEVE i wrote this. the travelers play spin the bottle for five hundred words below the cut

“Spin! Spin! Spin! Spin!” 

There was a chorus of cheers as Courtney released the old Coke bottle, letting it spin wildly in the center of the ring of Travelers. She pumped her fist in time with the chanting, joining in as it gradually slowed down. 

“Bobby!” she shouted, noticing her friend hanging back against one wall. “Come join us!” 

Bobby shrugged and sauntered over, taking a seat on the carpeted floor between her and Patrick. “We playing Spin the Bottle?” he asked. 

“Yeah!” Spader enthusiastically replied from across the circle. “We just started! She hasn’t told most of us the rules yet, though, so I don’t know what’s going on.” 

Courtney smacked her forehead. “That’s right, I forgot you guys don’t have this game on your various territories.” She stopped the bottle before it could stop on its own and held it in her lap. “So the point of the game is to make out with random people, right? It’s totally fun and doesn’t mean anything, so if you end up kissing someone you consider just a friend, it’s fine! You guys are still friends. The kisses can be whatever you want them to be- on the lips or the cheek, a brief peck or full on french.

“Now how you decide who kisses is where the bottle comes in. One person spins it, and whoever the end you drink from lands on has to kiss them. If it lands on the spinner they just do it again, no big deal. Are you ready?” She placed it back in the center and gestured around the circle. “Who wants to go first?” 

Spader’s hand shot up so fast Bobby was surprised he didn’t smack anyone. “Me!” 

Courtney laughed and pushed the bottle to where he could reach it. “Go for it, man.” 

He spun it expertly, the old glass blurring from the speed it was spinning. Everyone leaned forward in anticipation, wondering who it was going to land on. Bobby honestly didn’t know who would be funnier- some of the Travelers in the group looked like they’d been roped into this without really wanting to. It was sure to be great. 

The bottle gradually slowed, the neck passing by person after person. Bobby saw it easing to a stop, and realized with a start that it would be pointing at him if it did. He subtly edged closer to Courtney, not really wanting to be put in the position of making out with one of his closest friends. That would be awkward. 

Why did he agree to play this again?

The bottle finally stopped, pointing just a smidge to his right. He sighed with relief, then laughed as he realized that that meant it was pointing at Patrick. The teacher blanched when the implications of it hit him. 

“Uhh, we don’t have to-” he started, but was interrupted as Spader shot to his feet and sauntered across the circle. Patrick scrambled back on his hands and knees but was too slow. Spader plopped down on the ground in front of him and grabbed his face, enthusiastically kissing the teacher within an inch of his life. Patrick yelped, but it was quickly smothered. 

Cheers and wolf whistles followed them as Spader finally pulled away. He winked and stood up, returning to his place in the circle, leaving Patrick red faced, mouth hanging open, lips bruised. He looked about ready to die of embarrassment, while Spader just casually sat down and accepted the pat on the back from Siry, laughing along. 

#personal #my writing #OLD WRITING APPARENTLY #god... wild

[speakmindfully]

Impulse

08/16/2022

Again with the impulses?? Good thing this is staying as a draft for as long as I can. I followed your trail again. I thought I had found it the first time but I was lost, I planted myself exactly where directed but figured it would have a slight margin of error due to technology shortcomings. So I made my own marker, with the same markings I ended up finding the real one. The anticipation I got when I saw the bread crumb trail, reading it only 4 minutes after it came into existence solely by happenstance, it’s always creepily aligned like that huh? I wanted to jump out of bed right then and go, but I couldn't. Too dark. Forcing myself at the crack of dawn, a rainy morning to go blindly searching for an unknown thing in an environment I am very uncomfortable in alone, was something of blind faith and growth. Not finding my mark was disheartening, so I decided to make my own, but sure enough, you guided me. I circled and circled thinking what on earth am I missing, what am I doing wrong? 

Then it hit me, I had been standing right in front of it only a few yards away not recognizing what I was looking at, the big picture. Then once I zoomed out mentally, it popped. I found it. A sacred little spot that undoubtedly had you written all over it. Lead me right to the spot and I almost cried. My heart swelled with the empty dash. The permanence: the tree, my arm, WE are infused so permanently to certain things it’s kind of crazy. It feels profound. I remember you saying it may not actually be all that profound and that we just chalk it up to be, a vision of grandeur maybe? You may think so, but I don’t. I've never been more sure of anything in my life. You are meant to be within me always.

Seeing that bread crumb, or glimmer of contact after not checking for so long sort of rattled me. This goes against the permanence of how we left things. I truly truly thought that was the end. Yet the door was sort of opened, yet again. Making me think (and hope) we’ll just cycle like this forever. Is it wrong that I hope we do? I’m terrified to post this or admit to feeling excited at the prospect of playing this hide and seek forever, out of fear. I’m afraid that last time you REALLY meant it, and seeing my eagerness and opening that door will make you shut it for real next time. Every time we fall back into this dance I get more and more afraid it’ll go away. Every time I think it’s over and it comes back I get excited, and I have SO many bread crumbs to leave you, but I can’t. I promised I’d keep that door shut and I will only respond to your bread crumbs. I’m fine having this in my life in some capacity, but not if it will hurt you.

Confession: that last thing I said^, again I am selfish. I say that I can't have this in my life if it hurts you, but I can. I want to be selfless enough and strong enough to close that door for you if you can't, but I don't think I can either. Whether it's selfishness, or weakness, I'm not sure. I just know that my door will always be open. 

Confession 2: something about being in a different headspace now, makes me think. I've entertained a lot more exploring with whatever this is. The thing is, I dare not speak it into existence because I feel like this confession could set everything on fire in the worst way. I have no idea what introducing this kind of dynamic would do. We left things on such good terms, I would hate to mess it up and ruin anything that is or was left, and end up closing that door accidentally. So here's the confession that's gonna stay in my drafts maybe forever, but I have a big mouth so just not yet. I want to explore things I wasn’t ready to last time. I thought about how you’d ask to fall asleep with me and I had said no. I would like to. I want to feel what it’s like to snuggle, and kiss you, and see what happens. I just feel so thankful for my perceived idea of this connection that sharing something intimate, no matter how raw or physical, would just do something. React something. Yet I don’t expect anything to come form it. I just want to be able to light that little flame to acknowledge the connection I guess. It doesn't really make sense, I just feel sort of drawn to do something like that with no follow up. But I know that’s dangerous territory. It could ruin everything we’ve done up until now. Shatter all the peace and prospect of open doors if I allow something like that. 

I want what I want but I have no idea how to have it, how to keep what we have now, yet also get what I want. I’m not sure there is a way.

[theotheroccassionalfanficwriter]

I have a request! So Reader is curious about what Zhongli was like during the Archon war so Zhongli gives them a dream (With consent of course) where they meet Morax and reader gets fucked by him. Also Zhongli is watching too. If he manifests in the dream to join in or not is up to you.

This was the hardest fic I wrote so far because I had to think if I'd go for two dicks Zhongli or not. So anon, and everyone else, please suspend your disbelief in this fic. Yeah 4 cocks might be too much for one hole but listen as the new adage says "If there's a hole, there's a way!"

Sweet Dreams Are Made of This

Summary: A simple question borne out of curiosity leads you to experience a side of Zhongli that no historian had never even thought of.

It started from an innocuous question, one borne from curiosity and genuine desire to know more about him.

“What were you like, during the Archon Wars?” You had asked, the midday sun shining brightly through the bamboo leaves on the roads of Qingce.

Your hair fluttered in the soft winds, your silver bell tinkling with each step you took as it fluttered from the sides of your sash.

“Unpleasant” He had answered after a beat, he stopped observing you and looked forward, blankly staring at the road as he remembered the way he was.

Just as cold and as unfeeling as the rocks he had come from.

“Hmmm…”

Your curious tone became on the receiving end of his inquisitive look. You smiled at him, gentle and just shy of being embarrassed, “I think, you would have no patience for my usual antics. Had you been unfortunate enough to have met me then.”

“Perhaps,” Zhongli agreed but silently he thought, ‘I would have still come to like you.’

You laughed at his agreement, oblivious to his silent thoughts, “Ah~ but I feel like I would have so much fun teasing the version of you during the Archon Wars.”

“I bet you were so uptight during that time, like a stick in the mud!” You continued in playful banter, “I’d probably be the first person who’d get you so mad you’d be red in the face!”

Zhongli found amusement in the triumphant tone you held, your tone just as excited as it was when sharing theories with Miss Alice. Zhongli found comfort in that, the knowledge that even at his most scariest, and most unpleasant point in his life, you would be fond of him.

“Zhongli, do you think that if we met back then we’d be as close as we are now?” You asked him, “personally, I think that we wouldn’t be. I don’t think I would have been able to survive the aftermath of the Archon Wars.”

Zhongli paused in his walking, his joy washed away in your rationality.

“What makes you so sure of it?” He asked, ‘I would have protected you.’

You gave him a soft smile, “We wouldn’t have gotten along, I would probably punch you in the face. And then you’d get mad for the disrespect.”

Your laughter rang in his ears, as if mocking his sentiments even if he knew that your words held a modicum of truth in it. Back then, he had no qualms on dirtying his hands, no matter how gentle he tried to be, he never wavered in face of difficult decisions, always choosing the best option that would lead to victory.

How would he have reacted to you, who fought and found answers beyond what was given, always seeking a third option that would ensure a happy end. You were not meant for war, your ideals and kindness would have no place in those cruel times.

Even so, Zhongli wanted to prove you wrong.

“Then, shall we place a bet?”

“A bet?” You asked, eyes glinting in anticipation of a boon.

“Yes. I shall give you a dream, of sorts, that can transcend through time.”

“Ooooh~! Another one of those adepti arts, I presume?”

“Yes. I would let you meet the version of me before the height of the Archon Wars” Zhongli began to explain, “then if we manage to be as close as we are now, I have won the bet. If that version of me ends up loathing you, I acquiesce to your belief.”

“And what do I get if I win?” You asked.

“Whatever you wish for” He answered, eyes shining bright like cor lapis.

“Deal.”

--

The golden leaves of the gingko trees fluttered as it fell down to the ground. Morax sat on one of the edges on the numerous outcrops of Qingyun Peak. It was a rare moment of peace, there was no imminent danger that needed to be quelled. Liyue was in momentary peace. He sighed and let himself relax, enjoying the solitude up until he heard the soft sound of someone landing nearby.

In an instant he appeared before a human who wore strange clothing. He pointed his spear at them, “Speak, why do you trespass on the grounds of the Adepti?”

“Huh?” You blinked at him, slowly getting up as you patted the grass and dust off your clothes, “Damn, Zhongli wasn’t really kidding when he said you were too wounded up.”

Morax frowned at your impudence, “Mortal, that is not the way to speak to the Prime Adep-”

You raised your arm towards him, interrupting him as you offered, “Osmanthus wine! I’ll share it with you if you don’t get mad at me!”

Your wide smile, warm and inviting made him uneasy. An unknown feeling bursting in his chest as he stared into glinting eyes.

“Impudent” He said before moving to capture you and bring you down the mountain.

Despite moving at a speed impossible for a human to match, you had effortlessly evaded his hands. Your laughter rang loudly in the open field, teasing and amused. Zhongli frowned and quickly gave chase and yet you eluded him, teasing him by purposely letting him almost grab the hem of your sleeves only to speed up at the last possible second before appearing far away from him in another direction.

Frustration building up, Zhongli decided to use his geo to block your path, slowly studying your moves so as to anticipate where you would move. It went on and on, erecting stone steeles to block your path until you were caged and nowhere to run.

“Uwaa~” You panted, a mild tone of complaint seeping into your voice“How come you can’t even have tenderhearted feelings for this weak human?”

Morax frowned at your blatant lies, “No human would be able to match the speed and energy of an adepti the way you do.”

You gave him an amused smile, sweat dripping down your face, “That you’ve met. Have you ever made it out of Liyue?”

Morax didn’t answer, stony gaze boring down on you.

“Aiya~ what a tough crowd…” You trailed off and yet the smile on your face never wavered, “but if you keep up such an attitude towards me~ I’ll win the bet and have an adepti answer my whim~”

“What tricks have you done, mortal!” Morax pointed his spear at your throat.

Your smug look never wavered, “Ahahaha, I did no tricks Lord Adeptus~”

“Lies!” He denounced, “What sort of charm did you use to seduce one of my own?!”

“Seduce?” You blinked at him owlishly before a wide grin broke out on your face, “Oh, oh! You think I’m seductive?”

You pushed his spear away, sauntered to him, pressing your chest close to his, arms wrapping on his neck. With a voice dripping in honey and seduction, you whispered in his ear, “Does Lord Adeptus find me pleasing to his taste? Would you like to have a taste of me?”

Your lips moved to his exposed thoat, kissing the apple of it. Morax felt some sort of stirring within him, convinced that you had placed him in a trap, he pushed you off unconsciously gentle with his grip, “What sort of spell have you casted?!”

Your laughter, soft and oddly fond, made him uncomfortable. A feeling that he could not name settling in his bones. His chest was warm as he stared on the way the soft afternoon light shone on you, casting you in warm orange light as you laughed uncontrollably.

“No spell, just utterly charming in your eyes” You answered, fluttering your eyelids and gracing him with a smile he often found among the numerous brothels on Chihu Rock.

“Shameless!” He admonished as he took out a talisman and withit binded you.

“Oh~ How kinky~” You said with amusement as if you felt no danger.

‘Foolish mortal’ Morax thought privately as he pulled you along to begin the trek down the mountain only to stumble upon your next words.

“Does Lord Adeptus plan to have his wicked way with me then? Bring me somewhere secluded and show me the might of his jade pillar?”

“You! You! You!” Morax found himself at loss for words.

“Adepti would never stoop to such a barbaric act!”

“Oh” Your disappointed voice only served to confuse him, until you uttered your next accursed words, “I wouldn’t have minded if it was you~”

A wink sent his way accompanied by the odd motion of your lips had his face beet red. It was the first time he had ever suffered such a loss. Embarrassment gave way to anger when he heard your laughter, his hand moved to curse you until another voice stopped his movements.

“Must you resort to such means, to win our bet?”

Your smile brightened up as you saw Zhongli walk in the clearing, wearing his archon clothes. His hair swayed in the wind, gentle smile plastered on his face despite the chiding tone of his voice.

“But the appeal of having you indebted to me was too much to resist!” You answered with a jovial grin that made Morax pause.

“More of you?” Morax asked with great annoyance until he realized how much similarity he had shared with the new “guest”.

A split second was all it took before you found yourself encased in Zhongli’s familiar arms, his strong shield surrounding you both as Morax’ vortex vanquisher hit the shield. You blinked, slightly rattled but still relatively calm as if you weren’t just about to be skewered by the Lord of Geo.

“Are you alright?” Zhongli asked, concern evident but you remained staring at Morax.

“Zhongli~ I’m starting to understand why you think I’d get along with this version of you!”

You grinned, eyes no longer glinting with plastic curiosity. Zhongli sighed and resigned to whatever consequence would be the outcome of your action.

It took several terse talks between Zhongli and Morax to draft an acceptable contract between the two of you and Morax. All of it just to accompany Morax in his day to day life. Zhongli found himself frequently being on the receiving end of a spear, or in some cases a glower from the amount of times you had teased his stubborn and unpleasant past self.

However, Zhongli could not deny that this version of him was growing fond of you, soft even, with the way Morax would occasionally gently steer you away from the geo vishaps or the rare times he would bring you to Azhdaha to play with the large geo dragon.

Though this soft moment would always, almost, be followed by your teasing. Zhongli wasn’t even spared from your flirtatious remarks though he did have the advantage of knowing you longer, thus he was able to render you speechless more often than not when compared to Morax. But from the past few days, Zhongli could see how Morax was learning and he knew that it would only be a matter of time before you would be rendered speechless by Morax as well.

Thus, the three of you spent the days in simple fun, getting to know each other, sharing battles and each moment Zhongli spent observing how you acted with Morax brought him some sort of warmth, happiness at your acceptance and your rationality during such troubled times. It was true that your kindness would not have survived but Zhongli could see that if you truly had lived in this time, your kindness would have just taken another form, adapting and yet remaining all the same.

You were a safe haven, for him, for Morax, and for those who met you in this troubled times. A human who stubbornly remained kind, who audaciously declared that even Celestia could be wrong. This side of you that remained hidden in the present times, flourished like a well cared for silk flower.

Therefore, it really should not have surprised him to see Morax begin courting you, not that you noticed, and yet it did. Surprise and discontent warring inside him, both claiming that you were his and one discrediting his former self. He figured that the same thing was most likely happening with Morax, from the dangerous glint in the other’s eye when he drew close to you or held you by the waist.

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Somewhere between teasing Morax and having Zhongli recount his past through the various strolls you took in Liyue Harbor, you noticed the almost possessive way Morax would act towards you, the barely kept aggressiveness directed to Zhongli whenever he would care for you or the occasional soft growls towards threats you didn’t even notice.

It was fascinating to watch him, and you made no secret of it. So a part of you couldn’t help but blame yourself for provoking a dragon. Really, what sort of person says, “I can take you” to a god of war?

“Me, apparently” You thought with great regret and annoyance as you found yourself benign subjected to the intense bedroom look of Morax.

“Can you?” Morax purred, eyes glinting with something primal and you can’t help but be entranced.

You have always been drawn to beautiful and dangerous things.

In contrast to his predator smile, his kiss was gentle but no less passionate than your previous lovers. Morax’ grip on your body was firm but gentle, bringing you close to his rock hard body. You gripped his clothes as you opened your mouth wider, letting his inhuman tongue explore your mouth.

In the privacy of his abode, you didn’t hesitate to tangle with him. Battling for dominance in the bed, a passionate dance of desire that had the dragon in him purring in delight. Morax bit your neck and you moaned in pleasure before making the split decision to bite him back.

Your clothes were askew, private parts exposed to the cold air and you returned the favor to Morax. His hair was untied and his thick cocks sprung out as soon as your hands pulled down his pants. In a fluid movement, you easily took both of his cocks inside your mouth.

Morax, who had never experienced such a thing, felt his heart quicken just as his arousal rose once more. It was a testament for his new found feelings towards you that he let his guard down and lost himself to the sensation of your tongue and mouth as it sucked him off. His hand clasped the back of your neck and held you still as he began fucking your mouth.

Your moans of pleasure made wonderful vibrations that intensified his arousal, drool dribbled down on the side of your lips as you slowly lost yourself to the haze of pleasure. His bed shook with each vigorous thrust that hit the back of your throat, he stilled inside your mouth, his cocks managing to not make gag as it spilled thick loads of cum down your throat.

Morax smirked at you and you smiled back, lazy and challenging. He laid you on the bed, body naked as the day you were born. Despite his recent orgasm, his cocks were still erect and throbbing, you bit your lip in anticipation.

Legs spread wide, exposing your hole that was calling out for his cocks with each twitch that was visible in Morax’ eyes, you were the picture of desire. Morax swore as soon as he plunged his cocks inside your tight and warm hole, you moaned feeling as if you had ascended to Celestia itself when his cocks stretched your hole. The burn, a mixture of pleasure and pain.

He moved slowly, coaxing you with sweet words as you cried out in pain and pleasure until the only feeling left was pleasure. For all of his inexperience, Morax was good at reading people and body language, and yours was the easiest he had read. It took him barely a minute before he was able to accurately tell which parts sent you to a high, which part of you brought forth more arousal.

He sucked on your tits as he thrusted into you, hitting your sensitive spot that had you moaning and begging his name. Your lustful moans felt more devoted than any other prayer he had received from his people. Your kisses felt more divine than any offering he had ever tasted.

If there had been another way to reach Divinity, Morax had no doubt that making love with you was one of them. Each touch from you sent his body aflame, each call of his name made him feel more of a god that he wasn’t.

Oh! How he wanted to drown in you for eternity until erosion came for him. He wanted you in all the ways he never understood, each particle of his cell calling out to yours, and Morax felt it too much so he poured each and every emotion you made him feel in fucking you. He fucked you as if to brand himself in you in all the ways that matter. He plunged his cocks inside you again and again, bringing you countless orgasms as you submissively let him maneuver your body however he wanted.

He fucked you from behind, thrusting hard enough to leave marks on your buttocks, spilling his seed again and again without stopping his thrusts as you came again and again.

He fucked you sideways, spreading your legs high and wide, as his mouth kissed and bit your neck, his hand pinching and twisting your nipples while his cocks slid in and out of your hole that was overflowing with his seed. He broke you apart with each round and mended you over and over again until you lost count of the times you came.

Both of you were so focused on each other that neither of you noticed the arrival of Zhongli.

And what a sight it was to behold, the way your body contorted in half as he watched Morax impale you with his cock again and again, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Zhongli felt his cock stir, quickly hardening as the lewd sounds of flesh clapping echoed loudly, he moved slowly as he divested himself of his clothes until he reached the side of the bed just as you and Morax laid on the bed, panting from the most recent orgasm.

He observed your body seeing the marks and bruises that littered it on top of the numerous drying flecks of cum on your skin. He swallowed his saliva and spoke,

“Perhaps there is room for one more?”

And your smile, inviting and sparkling at the thought of another challenge, made him breathless and helplessly fond of you all over again. The continuous and seemingly never ending cycle of him falling for you over and over again was one he would never tire of.

“Why don’t you come over and see for yourself?” You said, positioning yourself to lie on Morax as you spread your legs once more, hands going to your hole and spreading it for Zhongli to properly appreciate.

You felt Morax’ cum dribble down just as you felt his displease growl.

“I bet I can take the two of you at once”

There was no such thing as a medicine for regret, and it was one you had no need for. Not when two predatory glint brought you to a new height of pleasure.

Zhongli’s thrust was just as hard if not rougher than Morax, as if he was releasing centuries of frustrations to your abused hole, not that you were complaining. You were already lost to the pleasure of their cocks filling you and stretching you, all semblance of rationality thrown away as you begged for their cocks.

Zhongli’s cocks fucked your hole, easily slipping in and out from the cocks it had been receiving from Morax, Zhongli’s cocks were thicker but shorter when compared to Morax. Despite that his skillful thrust had you clamping and twisting as your mouth busied itself with Morax’ cocks.

Between the two of them, not a single part of you remained untouched. Your body was stained with their love, their marks littering every inch of your skin, their hands leaving bruises on your skin as you sank deeper and deeper into them. The overpowering scent of cum filled your senses as Zhongli and Morax threw away their rationality and began to fuck you like beasts in heat.

The fact that you could take them both at once, was proven true, with the way your holes relentlessly sought their cocks, how you ignored your bruised knees just to get into a better position for them. And it pleased them terribly, made them want you more. To make you theirs permanently and for as long as they breathe. It made them fuck you harder, just to reach deeper inside you, spilling their thick cum inside you until it over flowed.

You moaned, joy mixing with pleasure as you came just as they filled you to the brim. White spots filling your vision until you finally passed out. Your body remained responsive, your hole twitching as Zhongli continued fucking you through your orgasm.

Morax grinned, animalistic, as he took his cocks and smeared the remaining cum on your lips and then spreading it on your face, “You really could take us both at once.”

His cum spilled from the slight gap in your mouth, his thumb gently pushed it back inside before he turned to Zhongli, “Shall we see if they can take all of our cocks in one hole?”

Zhongli stilled as he spilled more of his cum inside, then he answered, “Let’s see how long it takes before they wake up as well.”

The two of them worked together, loosening your hole until it was able to fit four cocks inside, your walls spasmed with every thrust as your let out unconscious moans with the immense amount of pleasure from having four cocks inside you. Your unconscious and limp body was sandwiched between Zhongli and Morax, your nipples played with until it was sore and overly stimulated. The two of them didn’t stop fucking you until your stomach was filled with their cum, their cocks repeatedly penetrated you, thrusting inside you again and again until they had their fill.

Their cum created pools of semen on the bed sheets, some of it on the floor when the two decided to switch positions, trying out different positions with your unconscious but eager body until they were satisfied. By the time you woke up it was already afternoon of the next day, your body utterly sore from all the sex it went through.

You blinked and realized that there was someone sleeping beside you, a quick glance on the side and you recognized Zhongli, ‘The dream must have already ended’ you thought as you slowly got up from the bed.

Except your legs could barely stand, making you fall into the floor in a flash. You blinked, your mind not registering the pain but instead focusing on the feeling of something warm dripping down from between your thighs.

“Are you alright?” Zhongli asked, the vestiges of sleep clinging on his eyes, as he frantically assisted you back to the bed.

His torso was filled with scratches and bite marks. You flushed with embarrassment as you recognized the marks you left on him.

“I-just what happened after I passed out?”

“The first or the second one?”

“?”

Zhongli smiled tenderly at you, “It’s alright if you can’t remember, I’m sure another round would jog your memory.”

Like a magic trick, his words had your hole eagerly twitching with anticipation. Coyly you lied back on the bed and spread your legs, showing him your glistening, cum filled hole.

“Perhaps” You agreed with a seductive smile, “I’m sure I can take you well.”

#zhongli x reader #genshin impact zhongli x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact morax x reader

[fireflykaizoku]

Kid x Reader | Take care of me

i wanted a fluff for some comfort today, so i finished this oneshot that was on my drafts for a while

Eustass Kid was always proud and confident. Proud of his power, strength and skills. He rarely had time to have any doubts that he could fight anyone, to sail the New World and to be Pirate King. However, things changed the moment he lost the fight against Shanks. His crew got hurt, you got hurt. The moment he lost his arm and got severely injured, all the insecurities hit him at once. Could he protect his friends? Could he protect you? Was he a good captain if he let this happen? Did his crew still trust him even though he didn’t believe in himself as much as he used to?

Trying to avoid the thoughts, the looks of pity and the questioning looks, Kid locked himself in his workshop for as long as he could, only leaving once in a while when everyone was busy or asleep. You gave your boyfriend some time, knowing that what happened wasn’t easy for any of the Kid Pirates, but especially for him.

It was one of those nights, you were long asleep when Kid went back to your shared room after staying in his workshop for hours again. You couldn’t help waking up due the not so subtle sounds of the door opening and of your boyfriend removing his boots and clothes. He didn’t say anything. Instead, he sat on the bed, staring at the wall and hiding his face in his hand.

— Baby? — your sleepy voice broke the silence, no reply. — What’s on your mind? — you whispered, crawling towards him, hugging the man from behind.

The redhead’s body, tense at first, relaxed under your touch. Kid didn’t say anything for a moment, wondering if he should say how he felt. After all, he was never a man of words, especially emotional words. He never showed any hint of sadness, weakness or even regret.

— Nothing… — he sighed, squeezing your small hands with his big and calloused hand. Your soft hands always made him remember that he was human, and that apparently, for some reason, someone out there loved him even with the flaws he seemed to have. — Don’t worry, kitten. Go back to sleep.

— I don’t know about that… You’ve been thinking a lot lately, distant from us, from me… — you continued, hiding your face against his naked back, feeling the warmth of his skin. — I can tell something is bothering you. You can be a mysterious man about your feelings, Eustass Kid, but I think I know you well by now.

The captain couldn’t help letting out a husky chuckle. You weren’t wrong. You knew him well enough, almost as well as Killer did. Kid closed his eyes, simply enjoying your gentle touches for a moment.

— I failed. — was all he said. He didn’t need to elaborate, you knew what he meant and you knew he wouldn’t say anything else. — Come here… — you sat on the bed, resting your back against the wooden headboard. Kid felt the absence of your warm embrace when the cold air of the ship hit his skin. He turned back to look at you with a questioning look. — Just come here… — you repeated, patting on your lap. A bit hesitant at first, Kid crawled in front of you, resting his head on your thighs and trying to make himself as comfortable as possible. Some tasks, even the simplest ones, were difficult for him. That’s why Eustass was spending so much time working, trying to build a new arm. He didn't want to depend on people to shower, to eat and to do whatever he used to do before.

— To me, you’ll always be the strongest pirate, captain and boyfriend. I never doubted your strength, and I never will. — you caressed his surprisingly soft red locks, not something you’d expect from him. — You’ll find the One Piece and you’ll be the Pirate King someday, I’m sure. And I’ll be here next to you when it happens.

Kid nodded, trying his best to believe your words. The man was feeling relaxed in one of the rare moments when he let himself show a more vulnerable side of him. Kid hated to feel weak, fragile and “small”. He felt like he needed to take care of you, to protect you. But when it was just the both of you in the intimacy of your room, the strong Supernova didn’t mind letting you take care of him just once. After all, it felt nice to be taken care of for a change.

#eustass kid #eustass kid x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece scenario

[shiftylinguini]

Ooooo. Can I try a prompt 'why is it so dark?' HP. Any pairing you desire, although I'm fond of Drarry, Jeddy and Perciver. No worries if this doesn't spark anything! Take care.

HI @skeptiquex I love this, thank youuuuu! Please enjoy this short Jeddy nonsense (that I am posting right now instead of leaving it in my drafts until I decide I hate it). Xxx

General premise: Teddy is a big deal, James is a fan. Having a crush is fucking exhausting. 

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Whys it so dark 

James hits send and lies back on his bed, cool as a cucumber. Not really, he's trying not to hyperventilate, but hopefully his carefully curated lack of punctuation will make it seem like he's channeling cucumber. 

Teddy probably won't reply. He already has 6 million comments (roughly, James isn't counting) and he only posted the photo an hour ago. It's him, smiling over his dinner, being generally hot, ruining James's life (and several other people's too, judging by the level of thirst comments he's garnering. James lied, he is counting.) 

Teddy's always been hot. Even in his awkward, gangly teenage phase, he still had it going on as far as James was concerned. Maybe it's the age gap that meant that whatever stage James was going through, Teddy was going through the accompanying cool version of it. 

It was only when he got older that's he put together that thinking Teddy was perpetually cool, and great, and amazing, and fit, and smart―was called having a fucking crush on him. 

At eighteen, that was a devastating revelation, but now at twenty one it's just…exhausting. He just can't be normal around Teddy. Teddy says, "hey we hang out a bit now you're older, we drink, add me so I can tag you in my photos!" and James says yeah sure, like a dickhead, and now he's stuck here, a week later, leaving borderline rude comments on his God brother's stupidly popular post from his stupidly popular account in front of all his thousands of cool followers. 

He shouldn't have capitalised the w. If he was going for casual and devoid of punctuation and grammar, then he should have committed. Teddy's gonna see right through him. 

James is a dickhead. He needs to learn to be normal. Teddy is his friend, or something. Crushes burn out, right? 

James sighs and puts his feet up on his coffee table. It makes a worrying creak, but doesn't break, so that's a win. He Summons his wand from the back of the sofa (oops) and some crisps from the pantry (yayy) and wiggles his toes as he flicks the telly on. 

He can be normal. He can be chill. He's not gonna obsess over this. 

"Fuck!" His phone pings and James dives on it like the proverbial Potter on a Snitch. He's not chill, he never was, it was all a lie. 

He's got a comment reply from Teddy. And a pending heart attack. He shoves a cheese and onion crisp in his mouth, so he can at least have a delicious death. 

Ha ha its squid ink, idiot, Teddy's written, along with a string of emojis: a squid, the spaghetti, an octopus for some reason, and a laugh cry. And a heart. 

James files that last one away to obsess over later. 

One of James's best, and worst, qualities (depending who you ask, and what day of the week it is) is his impulsiveness. He's neurotic, but he's also got borderline 0 impulse control, and that's kicked into full gear when he replies: so it's meant to look like concrete? 

That might be funny. Is that funny? Whatever  the pasta does look road-adjacent. James soothes himself with more crisps. 

He's just considering that he might obsess over the heart emoji now, actually (he's finished half his bag of crisps, his schedule is free) when he gets a DM. 

Have you really never had squid ink pasta before??

James is frozen, sucking cheese and onion flavour remnants of his thumb. He's stuck like this forever. 

Nope, he replies with his non-chip hand. His phone vibrates on his thigh again just as James is extracting his thumb from his mouth and his head from his arse. 

It's good!! 

Prove it, James replies before he can stop himself, and then realises its both extremely flirtatious and kind of jerky. That's apparently his thing today. Fuck. 

Come with me next time and I'll buy it for you x 

"Oh no," James mumbles. He should have left his thumb in his mouth, or possibly shoved his whole hand in there, and his phone with it. He's fucked. 

That was a flirty reply. Was it? Yes. Probably. A kiss is flirty. But Teddy is Teddy and is just being nice, most likely, and broadening his baby Godbrother's food horizons via squid juice and flour. 

James replies, I'm free Friday and you're definitely paying x , chucks his phone on the floor and goes to stand outside and take a few (several) deep breaths. 

#Thank you for this!! #I love it #jeddy #crisps #wizarding social media I couldn't think of a name of #I couldn't think of a proper ending so I guess i just didn;t end it?