#HMM might take a break from these to Actually Write and then i'll get back to them!!!!!!

[aerkame]

Alright I read your request rules and I’m ready to request!

Wally Darling x Curious Reader

You know that little fic you made where you wrote the puppets coming into the real world? (I commented on it!)——I hope you wouldn’t mind me trying to branch off it! Imaging it happening to me, I would actually like to inspect Wally since he’s clearly not human. Of course, with consent. I would open his mouth- see what’s inside, touch his felt, his hair, all of it.

And I’d imagine he’d be curious about us too.

Sorry for this being a bit late, I wanted a short break from writing and drawing all day. Also I'm perfectly fine with that being branched off of! Most of my previous posts are kind of like foundations for future fics and requests to go off of.

Also for the sake of simplicity I will just call this an AU(Alternate Universe). The Alive AU. It's exactly what it sounds like, the puppets come to life but as their cartoon selves in the real world and are capable of going back to their own world at any time. (Wally needs to do that though or they're stuck, he knows what he's doing). I'm also doing this so that in the future when we do have answers to Welcome Home, it won't interfere with theories or what is considered "canon". This request is based on a previous post (linked below this), for context.

Just a Little Look

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Out of all the other 'puppets', Wally was the one you were most curious and cautious about. It wasn't that he ate differently, it wasn't because his eyes looked different from the rest, and it wasn't because he was always staring at you. No, it was the way he acted. He acted like he's done this before. The whole going into this world and not being a normal puppet bit. You decided that you might as well ask Wally if you could feel him or look inside his mouth...maybe not that first one though, that might come out as weird to him and the others. It's not like he had a reason to say no really, you were just curious.

The 'puppet' with an Elvis cut was sitting down on your couch one leg crossed over the other like the distinguished dude that he was, face buried in a newspaper from this morning. You don't remember teaching him how to read the newspaper, where did he even get that? "Hey Wally..." You shuffled your foot a bit, getting somewhat anxious. "Can I look in your mouth?"

"Hmm?" He looked up from reading the paper with an almost dreamy look to him. "Can I look in your mouth?" You repeated the question, this time he heard you as his head tilted to the side. "Now what would you want to look in my mouth for?" His voice was as calm as usual, though he did have a bit of a smirk today.

"I'm just curious is all, you're not like the others and I've never seen what you guys look like on the inside." You gestured to the inside of your mouth, sticking your tongue out. Wally slowly got up from the couch and leaned over you, smirk still lingering on his face. "Well, I don't see why not, but I'll only let you look inside me if you let me look inside you." You nodded, excited to finally get a look. "Alright, sounds fair." You responded as Wally folded up the newspaper and neatly placed it on the coffee table.

Bending down, Wally opened his mouth quite a bit to let you look, making a small "Ahhh~" like a child would when letting a doctor look at their throat. You peered over to see inside. It was what a normal puppet mouth would look like save for the small black void at the back of the 'throat'. You're not even going to question how Wally speaks or eats, nothing surprises you anymore at this point. Kind of weird to see what is basically a tiny void though.

He closed his mouth once you were done looking before leaning closer to softly grab your face in his hands. It wasn't what you'd thought it'd feel like. You were expecting something like felt, but that wasn't it. It was some other material you've never felt before, it was soft and smooth like silk, but not in a sense that it was fabric. "I believe it's my turn to see the inside of your mouth now." You nodded quietly and opened your mouth as wide as you could, showing off your canines and molars.

It was awkwardly quiet in the living room for a while and you slowly found yourself leaning further and further into the soft hands that held your head up earning a small chuckle from Wally. "Tired?" You nodded. It's been a rough week both from your job getting busy and you being busy at the house trying to keep your new guests out of trouble. "It's like I'm taking care of a bunch of kids.." You mumbled into his hands.

"How about you take a good nap then, you'll be up and full of that energy you need." There it was again. You could feel him staring at you with those eyes. You were too tired to say anything this time though and opted for just getting up and heading to your room. Leaving behind a still smirking Wally.

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I told you guys, I write medium to long posts even if they take a while.

Next up? Barnaby and Wally teach the dear reader how to slow dance. :)

#Alive AU #Welcome Home Alive #welcome home #wh #wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home wally darling x reader #welcome home wally darling #wally x reader #fanfiction #requests open #fanfic #welcome home arg #welcome home fanfic #welcome home AU #AU

[yestrday]

— TIE ME UP. yan! rich kid! childe x gn! mercenary! reader

your latest hit is a boy named ajax. the job's easy— kidnap him, bully him a bit, then send him back without any will to live. easy enough, it seems, but not everything will go the way you expect it.

( reader is not a good person; murder, mentions of torture; kidnapping; obsessive behavior, tying up, slight mentions of n/sfw, masochistic childe )

note. ahhhh im in a writing a slump so i decided to write the other part of anon's request to practice. idk if it's good enough, but childe will always be my go to whenever i want some disgusting yandere boy

you might like: childe's spiked drink

it's nothing you haven't seen. someone wants someone dead and they would pay millions just to see that come true. you whistle when you open the case of green bills for the nth time this day and the sight makes you smile.

what a haul you've gotten. despite the dread that's been growing inside you since you took this job, the million worth of cash inside this single suitcase is enough for you to retire. maybe you'll finally take a break from all this gory business, find a nice plot of land where the police can't find you, and make a farm for yourself. that sounds nice.

determined to finally finish this once and for all, you slam the suitcase shut and chuck it into the back of your car, along with the squirming ginger screaming at you through his gags.

"it'll be all over soon, love," you croon, sporting a wicked smile. "jus' get some sleep in here, mmkay?"

with one last muffled scream of his, you slam the trunk on the poor man's shaking expression and rev the engine to life.

"'ello there, babe," is the first thing the boy hears when he blinks his eyes awake. "good ting ya slept, hm? the road here was full of em potholes. not exactly pleasant for a passenger in the truck, right?"

it's a classic stereotype— that heavy country accent tinged with seduction and danger— even you're painfully aware of how cheesy your voice is. but it's what you were raised with, plus most of your victims dig the accent anyway, so might as well make use of it. the boy grimaces when the single fluorescent bulb swaying on the ceiling hits his sight, and he lets out a little grunt. 

"ajax childe. third son of the ceo of childe's toy corporation and now…" you plop yourself onto the wooden seat in front of him, nonchalantly waving the knife in front of his wide-eyed stare. "the target of some rich sod's hatred." you give him a lookover, from his ruffled ginger hair, his lean bod, down to his strong calves. clearly, he's been working out. you sigh in mock pity. "what the hell did ya do anyway? make off with someone's girl?" he's pretty enough to entertain the thought, and judging how flirtatious he acts in front of the paparazzi, that very well might be the case.

he protests against the gag once again, and you shake your head. "sorry, babe. not really in the mood to listen to sum brat scream." you tap your cheek as you contemplate on what to do with him. "hmm... they didn't actually want ya dead, if i'll be honest with ya. just bully ya a little till ya want yerself dead, y'feel? it's good to 'ave less blood on my hands, but hm, when i get commissions like these..." you cock your head, pondering over the countless victims you had over the last decade.

"they don't usually come out alive, yanno?"

another muffled scream through the gag, and you watch in boredom as he tries to wiggle his way out of his binds. clearly, however, it's futile when all he accomplishes is burn himself with the rope. well, what else was he expecting? you were a hired mercenary, he a mere ceo's son living a cushy life. there really was no challenge here.

but looking at him... you feel somewhat sympathetic. you have no respect for those high-class scum who like to hide behind fake smiles and faker compliments. but the kid in front of you was just some irresponsible young adult who just happened to be born into the elite, and well, if he wasn't the son of such a big corporation, he'd probably have gotten away with whatever he did. such was the consequence of having too many eyes on you. maybe it'd make you less worse of a human being if you let this kid air his grievances out.

you sigh, getting up from your spot. "alright, alright, i'll ungag you. just shut up already, jeez." he seems to jostle around less when you say that, and you swiftly untie the cloth to let him talk.

you already know what to expect— teary pleas, desperate bribes, maybe even some angry threats. all these are common in victims and more often than not are you forced to listen to all that shit before you decide to gag them again or just shoot them in the head. so you brace yourself for whatever agonizing scream they might have in store for you.

"ah..."

you grimace. here it comes.

"you're prettier than anything i've imagined..." he tilts his pretty face up, gazing at you with lovestruck eyes under the shine of the harsh light. your shock is mirrored in those loony eyes as his smile widens till it almost splits his face into two,

"...[your name]."

"what the fuck?!" instinctively, you recoil away from him, taking steps back while he continues to pin that heart-eyed stare on you. "what in the–?! how the fuck do you know me?!"

"oh, [your name], is there anything i don't know about you?" this... this freak sighs almost dreamily, and it makes you grimace by how slimy it is. "your name, your occupation (obviously), your favorite drinks, your... heh, three sizes!" he lets out a low giggle. "finally...! to finally see you right in front of my very eyes!"

you blanch. "three...?!" this cannot do. you are being outdone and outsmarted by some rich playboy. clearing your throat, you regain your composure and narrow your eyes at him in a glare (why... why is he shivering?!). "bluffs won't save you from your fate, childe."

you live a life in the shadows. leaving traces of yourself for people to find could spell to be your doom, and yet here was this kid claiming that he knew everything there is to you. it was a laughable attempt at a bluff, and he only caught you offguard by that disgusting grin of his. you're confident enough in your own abilities that you know that no one would be ever able to track you—

"[your name] [last name]. single father, three siblings, but they're all dead. you became a mercenary at age 16 and you go to your headquarters every weekend. you like the cafe at sixth avenue and you order the fourth thing on the menu almost every time." his grin widens when he sees the alarmed expression on your face. "should i tell you more?"

impossible. gritting your teeth, you pull him by his collar, almost tipping his chair over until you catch it with your knee. it... spreads his legs and pushes against his bulge, and you want to scrub yourself clean when you see his red blush and lip-bite. "how the fuck d'you know all that?" you snarl. you shake him. "tell me!"

"because i love you," he says, almost breathless. he looks at you with eyes so full of devotion and obsession that you might believe him. "there's not a single piece of you that i don't love."

you pull your lip back. "you're fuckin' disgusting."

"ah, but!" he wiggles in his chair, his clothes straining against the binds. "you're the one who tied me up like this! all vulnerable and ready for you to torture, right?"

you can't believe this man. "that's how kidnappings go, you idiot!" unable to hold on to this weirdo any longer, you let go of him and he and the chair he's tied to collapse to the floor. it's a nasty fall, but you're too busy rubbing your hands together in some attempt to rid yourself of the germs he may have transferred over to you.

the gasp of delight when he hits the floor grates like metal against your ear, and he squirms when you look down at him with such hate and disgust in those pretty eyes of yours. "is it starting? are you gonna torture me now?" your eyes flit to the array of tools you laid out on the counter, but now you feel reluctant to dirty this man's blood with the tools you painstakingly polished to shine. "ah~ ♡ i wonder what you're gonna do to me! are you gonna cut me up and leave me to bleed? tie me up till it hurts to breathe? ah, [your name] ♡" he calls your name with ecstasy. "i'm so excited to see what you'll do!"

with your back turned towards him and facing the tools, you don't grace him with a reply. instead, you bite your lip, panicked and pale expression reflected in the cold reflection of a knife.

'why me?!' your thoughts scream. 'i've never met this man in my life before!'

'how am i supposed to break someone who's gone too fucking far?!'

he continues to smile at your back, watching as you contemplate which torture device you'll bless him with for that night.

'so, so cute!' you're shorter than him, but somehow the thought of you dominating him and spilling his blood makes his jeans tighter. 'they're gonna make me go through sooo much pain, i can feel it! they'll have the power to kill me. they might kill me!'

just like that man you shot in that alleyway, eyes staring blankly at the mess of guts and brain splattered against the wall. there was no remorse in your eyes as you wipe the blood off your cheek with the back of your hand. no remorse as you stuff that body into a bag and make a mess all over yourself.

he remembers it clearly. your skintight black bodysuit, how the blood seemed to match your soulless eyes, the peek of tongue as you licked the blood from your thumb— he remembers it all too well.

how could he not, when he had his back pressed to the wall, out of your sight, hand clamped to suppress his noises. not a terrified scream, mind you. but his heavy breaths as he continued to observe you from a distance.

better than an angel. more divine than an angel. you were the reaper itself, stained in blood and black.

and his obsession with that reaper grew, as you revved off with your motorcycle with the corpse in tow, and he lay in the alley shadows with a hand in his jeans and blood at his feet.

if you had looked closely beneath all the money, maybe you'd see one damning clue that would tell you that this commission was a bad idea. a clue stitched at the bottom of the suit, fancy lettering showcasing initials in cursive:

a.c.

ajax childe's grin grows wider when he sees you finally settle on a tool. even when bound up and knocked to the floor, those hungry eyes and crazed grin seem to make him more of a predator than the you holding a knife.

#yandere genshin impact #yandere childe #yandere x reader #yandere tartaglia #yandere genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact childe #yester.writes

[prodbymaui]

Phantom Limb (Equidistant)

did we come close to having it all?

PAIRING: jeong jaehyun x you

GENRE: slice of life; the hows of us

TEASER WC: 848 words

SYNOPSIS: Between the distance of sorrys and goodbyes, where does 'us' lies?

RELEASE DATE: October 30, 2023

TAGLIST: open !! (you can send an ask or comment your usn)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: if you have questions, you can send an ask. and NO, I didn't re-write the whole movie and replaced Jaehyun's name. the teaser is just a teaser and the actual fic will have a lot more which will be different from the movie.

YOU WERE YOUNG.

''Hmm this is how it feels when you've finally bought something with your own money, huh, Jo?''

''Jo? Is that the name of your ex or side chick?''

''What.. No.'' Jaehyun chuckles. ''Jo in scottish means darling, sweetheart–.. beloved.''

''Pfft, fine. I like that. Jo..''

YOU DREAMED TOGETHER.

''When we're both finally stable and successful in life, wouldn't you be arrogant?''

''Arrogant? Why would I be?''

''Because your boyfriend is the world's most famous singer.''

His imaginations emit a hearty scoff from you. ''Then you're arrogant by then as well.''

''Uh-huh, and why is that?''

''Because your girlfriend, the president of your fansclub, is the doctor who found cures to cancers and rare diseases.''

''And I would be so proud of you when that happens.''

''Someday, love.''

''Someday, Jo.''

THERE WERE UPS.

''Happy birthday, the love of my life!''

''Thank you so much, baby! You didn't have to!''

''Uh-uh, I have to and I want to. You've been juggling studying and working at the same time and I know it has been hard. A great woman like my love only deserves the best of the bests.''

''You're such a sap. I love you, Jeong.''

''I love you, Jo. So much that it hurts.''

THERE WERE DOWNS.

''Jaehyun? Could you maybe wash the dishes before you go? I'm just really short of time.''

''I'm sorry, Jo, but I need to go. All the guys are there and you know how they go when practicing by themselves.''

''Oh.. I'll do the dishes. You take care, hmm?''

''Dude, are you tone-deaf? You're literally fucking out of tune.''

''What do you mean, bro? I think it sounds fine.''

''No, no, you're not fucking hitting the right note. You know what? Get out.''

''Jaehyun–''

''Get the fuck out of my house. What the fuck is happening to musicians nowadays? If they're not taking it seriously, they're fucking tone-deaf.''

''Love, maybe you should rest first.. ?''

YET YOUR LOVE WAS STRONGER.

''Girl, be honest with me. Are you still studying? Your life before used to be all about studying, studying, studying, and a sprinkle of Jaehyun. But now it's all Jaehyun, Jaehyun, Jaehyun.''

''Rosé, come on. You know we're still waiting for Jaehyun's biggest break. After that, I can focus back on studying.''

''And if that break doesn't happen?''

''Don't be so negative!''

STORMS AFTER STORMS.

''Hello? Do you know anyone named Jeong Jaehyun?''

''Hi, yes. That's my boyfriend. May I ask why you're calling from his phone?''

''You might wanna pick him up, he's dead drunk, been here since last night and won't leave. I'll just text the address from his number, I guess.''

''A-alright, I'm so sorry for the inconvenience–''

''Oh, and you might want to bring extra cash with you. His 7k bill is not yet paid, not even a penny.''

''Rosé–''

''Where the fuck are you? You can't miss this exam!''

''I-I'm coming, I just.. Jaehyun– fuck, he's–''

''Fuck him! Just leave him alone! A few minutes left and we're gonna start. This is a bar exam, get that shit inside your head! Get your ass here if you don't want all your efforts to go to waste.''

''Rosé..''

''Please, you don't deserve this. Think about all those nights you stayed up to study. I'm sure Jaehyun will understand..''

''I.. Okay– okay, I'm coming.''

''I love you, best friend. Jaehyun will understand, okay?''

You cradle Jaehyun's face in your hands, brushing his hair out of his face as if your own isn't a mess along with the tears running. Jaehyun looks through the hazy film of his eyes, he sobs with you.

''I'm sorry, love. I'm so so sorry– God– I'm sorry. Just this one time, please? Just this once, I need to take this exam. I'll call Eunwoo to pick you up.''

Giving one last kiss on your lover's forehead, you quickly catch a taxi and close the door on Jaehyun's face. You bury your face in your hands as you stifle your sobs. Maybe you can stop worrying. Eunwoo will pick him up, he's Jaehyun's best friend.

AND YOU WONDER..

But as you turn your head, Jaehyun with his clothes wrinkled lays on the cold ground, in his own pool of vomit. As he meets your eyes, he starts reaching out to you. For you.

You're just a lover. One that has so much love for Jeong Jaehyun.

The tires screech as you plead stop to the taxi driver, giving him the last of your money before running towards your boyfriend who's grunting and murmuring.

Your heart hurts at the worst state you've ever seen Jaehyun. The ache only gets unbearable as you take him in your arms and carry all his weight. Your heart.. it's as if being squeezed a thousand times, getting pricked with thorns.  

''Just leave him alone!'' Rosé's voice rings in your head.

''I'm sorry.. I can't.'' You whisper an apology. Not to anyone, no.

Because as you fix Jaehyun, clean Jaehyun, tuck him in bed– no one deserves an apology from you more than yourself.

IS IT ALL WORTH IT?

#nct #jung jaehyun #nct fanfic #jaehyun fanfic #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun angst #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun smut #nct scenarios #nct smut #nct imagines #jaehyun scenarios #prodbymaui

[drippingmoon]

Merry new year to everyone, again! 🥳💞🥂

I know it wasn’t an event this year, but writing a yearly wrap-up is really therapeutic, you know? So I decided to continue the tradition, and if anyone wants to join me, absolutely view this as an open invitation^^ Introduction is over, and now let’s see what 2023 looked like:

(spoilers: I adored it. I'm also probably going to make this my fixed post, in case anyone ever wants to catch up with me. And also because my second baby, AoS, is growing, and it doesn't have an intro, but I can't leave it out.)

Stats

Aquiver, Aglow: 181k (draft 4) + 195k (draft 5) + hmm, draft 6 is an outlier, because I didn’t rewrite from scratch, so I’m unsure of the written word count. I didn’t change much from draft 5, so I’d say an extra 15-20k. Total word count: 376k+

Remains of a Night: 120k 

Aberration of Sunlight: 134k

This was definitely my most productive year to date. And I got so hungry: the more I wrote, the more I just wanted to keep writing, and honestly? I’m proudest of myself for literally carving writing time whenever I got a spot into my schedule. Mostly it was from 8pm-11pm, but I had a mad run where my only free window was from 1am till I literally felt I was dying… I’ll talk about that separately🤣🤣👌

Though, I'm seriously understating it.

Like a lot of other people, I would have all these hours when I was younger when I didn't have anything to do, yet I'd still find some excuse not to write. "I'm waiting for the right time." "I'm anxious I'm not going to get it right." "Tomorrow! Tomorrow I can start right from the morning, and I'll have more time to write, yeah?" or "I'm too tired now, it's late..." and so the snowball rolled down and downhill and I found every reason under the sun not to write, now that I think about it. Sigh. So much time wasted. But I can't regret it either, because I needed those baby steps at that time.

And now! Now I do what I thought I'd never learn to: I prioritize, and I actually organize my daily stuff so it's not so impossible anymore to have a little bit of writing time. I don't take it for granted either. It feels like such character growth for me, I'm immensely proud of it.

And for the record? This year was a huge improvement over yesteryear mentally, too. It turns out, what I needed to get over my word count anxiety… was to be faced with people who literally didn’t give a fuck about it, and just cared about the story. One of the most unexpected things beta stage managed to do to me… was to quench all my anxieties. It’s as simple as that. I read and enjoy very long books. People also do that. So, I’m very happy to say I’m no longer in a tizzy about ‘quiv. It might kill my chances for trad publishing, it might not. I’ll be happy come what may.

Because it’s so simple how working on ‘quiv or thinking about it makes me joyous, and now I can just enjoy that freely. I will miss writing this story so much. I really will. But at least I’ll have it forever to reread, and I hope this thought brings comfort to everyone who also has problems letting go, like it does to me.

Let’s break it down a little, shall we?🤩

Aquiver, Aglow◇◇◇

My little star of the hour. How fond I am of it.

Like you could glean from above, ‘quiv went through three drafts this year. More specifically: in the first part of the year, practically almost as soon as February arrived. I knew it was getting closer to the final version, and gave me the push to finish all three back to back. I couldn’t justify anymore the bazillion AUs I do with rewrites (basically, WHAT IFs from events, WHAT IF it went this different way, WHAT IF Tyrone actually said this here… and so on and so forth. I wanted to test out as many pathways as possible, and did I exhaust every one of them in existence? Definitely not. I don’t think that can happen, you just keep getting new ideas. On and on. What happened, instead, is that these couple different pathways, at some point, cemented themselves as canon in my mind. I didn’t want to tease myself with alternatives anymore, and that’s when I knew they would be it. Some bits from the first draft, some from the third, some from the second. Some were even draft 6 originals!

It’s a bit of a weird process. I definitely didn’t need to reach draft 3, and meet Mezusa, because I could’ve feasibly made it work with just Yles in the story. It still would’ve made sense, though in a different way. But if I hadn’t… I might’ve missed one of the best characters I’ll ever probably have created, and the story (and Yles) is much stronger for her, if you ask me. 

For that matter, yes, full rewrites every single draft might take a lot of time and effort, but honestly I don’t think I’d ever change my writing process (save for the moments of frustration when I think I will lol) because of the sheer satisfaction of it. Whoever said so long never to settle on the first version, I owe you a beer and probably some curses as well lmao, but very lovingly. You shaped my writing life.

I don’t have much else to share about ‘quiv, other than it’s off with my beta readers my beloved, and maybe a tentative promise that, if anyone wants, you’ll be able to read this precious ball of hope of mine relatively soon. This story is so gentle to me. And as much as I loved to write and work on it, I dearly hope that whoever decides to give it a go, is treated just the same. That’s the only wish I have.

I also don’t know if I’ll go trad or self-published. Instincts say trad, because I fuckin’ suck at marketing (fact), and I know I’d grow resentful if I’d have to put so many hours into advertising when I know I could instead… write. I’m a writer. That’s the only thing I know how to do. Trad, however, might not be as kind on a ~200k as life’s been, so I might not have a choice. If it comes down to that… I’ll just treat it as I do everything. I don't love this story any less if I just write, publish without a fuss, hope that maybe, just maybe, a reader or two will stumble upon the story and we could talk. Maybe we can have the fun of our lives, create some genuine connection. I know that’s applies to a lot of writers. I hope we can accomplish it.

And so, I’ll finish this section of the wrap-up with a kiss to my ‘quiv, for all the warmth it’s ever brought me. It’s come so far, I know it can live distinct from me from now on. It brings me great comfort. And I look forward to the times I’ll reread it, and we can relive our best experiences together. Never thought I’d get to this point. Thank you, ‘quiv.

Remains of a Night♤♤♤

Mwhahaha! And because ‘quiv took all the pressure, this left AoS to be an extremely fun and spirited experience. Literally the chillest I’ve ever been writing. In many ways, it’s more my thing than I expected ‘quiv to be: I get to murder characters left and right, it’s more plot-heavy and banking on the tension created by a creature that horrifies the characters down to their marrow, but still the only way to defeat it is to know it better, which, uh, might have unpleasant consequences for them. It’s got chase and stealth scenes, and it always shoots me with adrenaline to think about them. In short, exactly my jam.

It’s not a new book, nope. You knew it before as Aberration of Sunlight, but from the get-go I felt it would be bigger than ‘quiv. Very fortunately for me, I had a place where to break it, and behold: there’s RoaN (book 1), and AoS (book 2). There might be a third book, which I dearly hope not because titling sucks, but it depends on the Sycamine arc. More on that in AoS.

One last thing to note, before we delve into the story (hoo-ray for earlier drafts, because I can talk more frankly about them). This is the culprit of my 1am writing adventures!!😫❤ My schedule became too packed, then NaNo came round and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to honor how AoS began, because it was last year’s NaNo, aaand I’m happy to say I won NaNo, somehow, with 56k down before I died. At that time, I only had one section left to write (from both books), otherwise, hahahaha, yeah, it wouldn’t have flown. Still, most of draft 2 I’d written in September-October, with my fairy lights, late nights, and cups of hot cocoa, exactly like how life should be<3

Alright. We’re going through them chapter-by-chapter again, exactly because I love seeing the titles so much:

ACT 1

Cracked Visor, Scorpion Grass

I did it! I did! Twas another shower thought I managed to get down in time. Bare broken sentences, but they did the impossible, and arranged this chapter into a structure I adore to bits and won't ever change. (And 'quiv's naughty voice left me alone for once and I could write it properly!) While I don't think I'll ever be happy with a first chapter (not as a concept, but the writing — part of me will always wish that the reader just had all the information already lol), this one is in the right place.

It pays its respects to the story of the broken helmet at the foot of a spaceship, and how it reconnects Madigan with all the people who'd suffered from being tethered to the planets when they yearned to fly, but the Beast punished them cruelly for it. It makes him feel phantoms of their efforts. The tone is exactly what I needed this story to start from: melancholy and numbly hopeless, against the backdrop of the Beasts's echoed cries.

Rain Through the Universe

Unlike 'quiv, because RoaN and AoS are way more plot-heavy, it's not as easy to change things willy-nilly (whereas 'quiv was all about character bonds and dynamics). As such, it's very similar to draft 1. Because of that, I'll frankendraft next (select and combine drafts 1 and 2, rewrite to connect them) and afterwards I'll try something I've always wanted to. (Scrivener keeps hinting at it!) I'm gonna split the chapters into scenes, and focus on those individually and how I can just rewrite them and set their purpose in stone<3 I'm excited!

As for the chapter itself, gods, I love the atmosphere. Just the wreckage of a sundered ship, and Madigan’s sudden madman appearance making a lasting impression on Spica, because how could it not. They no longer answer distress calls in that age, it just means more dead bodies. In fact, they're forbidden to. Madigan instead brings him what he himself lacks: hope. And a lot of crawling around while dreading the Beast's lambent eye opening, and oh my, the moments are really flying by😈👏 extreme fun for me as the writer.

Aberration of Light

If you remember, the books follow two timelines, which will connect at some point. The first and main one is Madigan and Spica’s story. The other is Holloway’s, in the distant past of that universe, and who’s been dubbed the most selfish man in existence. That’s important, because of how the Beast came to be. But that becomes important later. For now, a weird-ass new recruit has joined the ship, and the witchy crew will very soon start making bets if she’s the Beast in human flesh, which really wouldn’t bode well for their future.

Night Falls On Their Reflection

Draft 2 became Spica’s draft. It was high time. He didn't exist in the original idea beyond chapter 2, but he refused to die with his story untold. And now he's one of the most independent thinkers I've ever written. Now he's Madigan's son (yes, even at 25), best friend, back-to-back partner all in one, and I could watch the trust and mutual respect between these two forever. To be sure: Madigan comes up with the dumbass plans, and Spica's only too happy to follow him through everything (it is good fun.)

He's repaying the incredible kindness Madigan's shown him when answering his distress call, after all.

But it goes a bit further than that, doesn't it? Madigan is used to watching over myriad people. He's the Superintendent of his planet, and while he genuinely loves people, kindness is his default. It doesn't go further than that for him. He doesn't necessarily think people need, much less desire his presence there beyond Madigan extending help, and most of the time, he's content with that. Kindness does make him happy. And it should be the same with Spica now, shouldn't it? He's kind, but he's not Spica's family, nor ever will be. Yet he immediately feels a connection with the boy, that has nothing to do with bonding over escaping-a-cosmic-disaster. And so does Spica.

This is the moment when Madigan starts feeling guilty, for stepping where he should not. But here's the beauty of Spica's character: he's nothing if not dead sure of his own feelings, and what he sees with his eyes. It's okay if Madigan keeps unexpectedly taking steps back. For very long, there'd been nobody to support Spica's beliefs. So he does the same, as when he followed his heart to go into dead space: he believes in himself and Madigan, and that their paths aren't meant to diverge. They mean too much to each other for that to ever happen.

(In short, and legend says you can still hear me screeching about these two ten thousand years later, I love these two so much, and especially the parallels between Spica going alone into outer space and loving Madigan.)

(And, okay, obviously all these developments don't happen in a single chapter, but I couldn't stop gushing🤭🥰.)

Who Puts These Tombs in Ice

Overall, I think draft 2’s Luitgart performed worse than draft 1. Mainly it's the setting I want to revert (still an icy, sempiternally dark hell, but with different ice constructions) because some of the beats are a huge improvement, and again, I gotta combine the two. Otherwise, I’m still as obsessed about the Luitgart arc as I’ve ever been, and huge thanks to it for being so strong it could function as an ending of its own, allowing me to split the book.

Gettin’ into spoilery territory, but I have to un-kill Madigan so many times it leaves me in hysterics. That was what I was supposed to fix this draft. It got worse. Considerably.

(One constant: the chapter being a love letter to Madigan, and how his first answer will always be to help the other, no matter if they deserve it or not<3 and finally, finally, he gets acknowledged for it, and the favor returned.)

ACT 2

Lemon-Dotted Days + Remnant

Two Holloway chapters! I’m actually massively pleased with how they’ve turned out. Last year, I said the main issue was that I had an outline, and that never works for me. So I did what I do best and rewrote everything from scratch, and the result is both uncanny and… unexpected.

Unexpected, because I never in my life thought Holloway’s voice would make me laugh so much. He’s supposed to be unsympathetic, but then you get his interactions with Saintlark (the new crewmate, possibly Beast) where they’re contemplating the harvest of a nebula, and he’s harshly critical of it, which gives Saintlark hope… only to go deadpan One Moment Later: if they’d used the nebula to prolong their lives instead of bolstering the war, they wouldn’t have died like clown idiots. 

And, they could’ve maybe stolen immortality from the nebula. They would've had to share it with him, of course. Or he would've murdered them to get it.

That, my guys, is his personality in a nutshell.

I have a lot of feelings on Holloway now, and most involve me huffing and slapping my forehead while groaning, but oh my gods. Was it ever so fun. And wait, wait, wait. Since I'm talking of humor (apparently a lot of comedy fit into this horror lmfao) I have to show you guys the following section🤣🤣👏:

Corpse Snow

The drifters are set howling on the ice. They share glances, five separate vehicles nodding at each other. Madigan revs up the engine, splitting the air with a jet of steam and vibration.

The last of the marines are climbing into the box. A figure flashes past Madigan’s drifter — and he leans over, teeth grinding because of his ribs, and he does his very best to grab someone by the back of their suit and pull. Workout days were never his strength, though. He only succeeds in stopping them in the frost smoke.

It’s Spica dangling from his hand, expressionless.

Lieutenant Hahn instantly seizes on the situation. He throws Madigan a long, withering look. “Whatcha doing, Boss?” he asks softly, about to unhinge his jaw again.

Madigan nudges Spica into the drifter. “Picking up your boy.”

Spica gets the hint and deposits himself into the front seat, glancing from his father to his Superintendent. He seems to give up on whatever’s going on, and makes himself cozy in the frosty spot. And Madigan, of course, pretends not to notice Hahn’s drifter sliding closer.

“And you didn’t consider I might want to have my son with me?”

Madigan looks up and sighs. “Lieutenant, dear Lieutenant,” he starts pleadingly. “Why won’t you show some leniency to a poor, wounded man?”

Hahn’s drifter stops, summoning a breeze across the icy floor that gently rocks the other vehicle. His breathing distorts the comms with static. “And what exactly is my son right now?”

“My trusty navigator,” Madigan answers easily.

“Sir’s emotional walking stick?” Spica pipes in at the same time.

They both look over. Spica’s quietly turned to the navigation, as serene as daylight, seemingly oblivious to how Madigan's expression changes, lightning-fast. He quickly hides it under the guise of a polite mask, as the marines stir and turn their attention on them. They’re snickering.

Lieutenant Hahn throws up his hands, giving up on everything.

This is also the first 30k chapter I’ve ever written. It's everything I've ever wanted to do with ice.

Heart of the Void

The end of the book. Originally, it was the ending section to Corpse Snow, but since it already got so ungodly long, I chipped off that bit and I have to say I’m very happy with how it works as an epilogue! So it ends the frosty, weary journey, and I can’t see the two books as separate yet, but here we bid goodbye to the first.

Aberration of Sunlight♧♧♧

I did the unthinkable and created a fifth arc. This might not seem like much to you, but I was screaming bloody murder you guys😭😭😭. Sigh. It’s so sigh. For so long, AoS consisted of four clear-cut acts, but it was necessary. With the introduction of Sycamine, and making it two books, it was just needed. It’s still one of the worst things I’ve ever done because I was used to four😃💔

(The chapters continue from where RoaN left off – from chapter 10, to 21.)

ACT 3

Retro Spectrum

Sycamine, oh Sycamine. Definitely the break I needed before Days in Darkness. It made for a really neat beginning. It’s calmer, focusing on the knowledge they have on the Beast. It’s also a reflection on Procyon (their main star) and the story of the two straggler dog constellations, and what they'd been running away from. I liked the direction it took. It veered away from the Beast for a bit, so the tension kept expanding in the background. And when it returns, well... maybe they shouldn't have been so eager to see it again🤭.

It suffers from the same syndrome as draft 1’s first chapter… it’s there in the vicinity of the idea, but too much to the left. Not bad for a first attempt. The setting annoys me – I really don't enjoy writing cities, and AoS didn't change that. So, for our next try, I was thinking... maybe we don't need to be on the planet, but up close and veeery personal with it. It's a secret❤.

And, oh gods. I put a moustache-twirling villain in this. And then I couldn’t stop myself from naming some sucker Sweetman Calories. I don’t know what happened to me during those days, but I’m crying🤣🤣🤣.

Toast to the Light

Holloway and Saintlark’s story is slowly coming to an end. Unexpectedly bleaker than draft 1, yet it feels much more sincere. Holloway has a way of saying everything Saintlark needs to hear. No surprise. They did that to themselves.

Dissonant Recognition

Ahhhh, the Madigan-is-slowly-losing-his-grip-on-reality chapter, or maybe he should really stop staring into the suns. One of my favorites<3 Also because it features Moren (!!!) who has a blast staying in the grey morality area, because she doesn’t know if her actions could ever matter, or if she could change anything. Does she just exist? Is she a player or just pawn? Who knows. Besides that, she gets along great with Spica. They form such a teasing duo, the level of mutual respect they felt for each other on sight was a delight to write. My favorite ally of theirs, even if her destiny lies elsewhere.

Night Beneath the Elevator

Best title hands down, dethroning Solgesis. I’m going batshit crazy about the visuals, it's exactly my thing. This half-light slanted over an elevator waiting in a rundown basement to be boarded. And there's something underneath it, and always has been. Something insidiously creeping up and waving its tendril fingers at you as you're just waiting for the fucking thing to ascend. Immaculate, guys, I'm telling you, and I'm cursing my hands because I can't make a wallpaper of this. I want to eat that atmosphere.

Time-sensitive missions, y'all.

And why the heck did nobody inform me I was going to add Command as an actual character and have them talk with Madigan?! That entire convo, made up entirely on the spot but somehow with a direction, made me realize what an idiot I’d been for not doing it sooner. They mean so much to Madigan, after all.

(And Mariya. So much Mariya in these chapters.)

ACT 4

Loop System

Like Who Puts These Tombs in Ice, draft 1 might’ve done it better. Not Spica and Madigan, though, because of the sheer development Spica’s been through and the dynamic he’s managed to form with the crew. It's different from Madigan’s, but similar enough that it’s got Hahn commenting lightly: [Spica’s] picked up quite a few habits from Madigan, hasn’t he? Almost as if they’ve gotten very very close, huh? How about Madigan tell him more?

(I adore writing Hahn.)

Outreach

Another Holloway chapter. Doesn’t have the punch of the kids subplot from draft 1, but this just makes it worse for Saintlark personally, because, this time, the consequences are on her.

Days in Darkness

I knew the moment I first got the idea this would be my favorite chapter. Well, it finally happened in draft 2: when the entire crew is here, this time, and ready for the final countdown, to relive the experience of being trapped in a ship that's disintegrating. No more heroes left behind. I'd been so tired writing this chapter in draft 1, but this time around it was incredible. Everything went up sharply from here, both in terms of events and how on fire I was.

(Maybe less than the gorgon, but I was.)

ACT 5

Echo Terminal

The first of the two log chapters.

I've never written smoother, more visual chapters than in this period. Days in Darkness changed me so much, I was writing day and night by this point and couldn't get enough. Well, I hit my limit in the second half of the very last chapter, but I am beyond satisfied. Even the Beast's metamorphosis took me by storm, because I'd been wondering what the final verbs, the final images, the final design for it was going to be. I didn't expect it to come to me this early, and with such thrill. Those were my very best days of the year, and I toast to them.

(And I knew it was going to be fantastic when Halo's Warthog Run OST started blaring in my head, with as much adrenaline.)

Where, Now? + Solgesis

My beloved. The second and last of the two log chapters, but it’s Noelle Saintlark’s log.

Holloway’s timeline ends here. Or maybe it just gets carried into the future. I thought I’d want to rewrite his parts again, make the plot just a tiny bit more psychedelic and nonsensical because it’s so close to the Beast… but Solgesis put all my fears to rest. Even the formatting and layout is a bit of that special thing I’ve always wanted to try, and it really changes the perspective of the previous chapters. There's a new confession that stands at the heart of Holloway's stories.

Honestly, the only thing that needs urgent working on is the anger at the end of the chapter.

Anger is so hard for me to write sometimes. Not because I don’t connect with it, but because I feel self-conscious writing it. The wildest I felt it was when I tackled 'quiv's chapter 3 and Imera's Turning speech, both in quick succession (before I'd even written draft 1. I'd been taking notes.) Since then... I just thing back to how keenly I'd felt that anger, and I kind of intimidate myself out of it. Kind of like a natural resistence, I quench it from myself. Which is actually hilarious when you think about it. It’s like I’m going I BANISH THEE FROM MY BRAIN because generally, as a person, I dislike feeling and operating on anger. But no worries. I’m going to find a way around it.

Watch me😎.

What Goes Around…

(Now it’s the time for me to start crying some rivers, and, alright, it won’t be visible so I’ll say it: the chapter titles are holding a conversation, guys. They speak to each other. And sometimes it’s both sides of the same coin, like how What Goes Around (comes around) hints here. If you take two chapters, one from the beginning and one from the end (for example 1 and 21) it'll tell you a little secret. Okay, What Goes Around and Rain Through the Universe communicate through their plot, which I can’t spoil but of course it has to do with Madigan and Spica and how they first meet… but there is one title pair that does it best visibly. 

Lemon-Dotted Days and Days in Darkness.

And I hadn’t even planned this. All the parallels I wanted to draw… I feel like they built themselves, guys. They really did, and it makes me so wildly happy I don’t even know how to stop my hands from flailing.

And, with them being 21 chapters, they meet in the middle, on the one unpaired chapter.

Called Toast to the Light.

I friggin’ love everything.

New Sunrise, Forget-Me-Right

Of course, Forget-Me-Right is a play on Scorpion Grass. But it’s also such a gentle name for the chapter, because everything ends here. Lying on their backs, staring out into the universe, and it really, really is over. Just a dark horizon on which stars flare and bloom. And suddenly, that maddened rush to make every sacrifice count, to remember every soul they’ve encountered because the legend says the Beast absorbs you when it kills you – all that suffocating pressure dissipates. Lightness remains. Because they’ve protected each other.

For the first time in my writing journey, blood rushed to my head with such emotion I had to stop writing, which never happens. I had to look up and exclaim, holy fuck. But how could I not, considering how the story ends for the Beast? I am speechless. A lot of gorgeous surprises this draft.

Conclusion□●□

Whew, what a year it's been! As for how 2024 will probably look like, though I don't like making plans: finishing the beta stage for 'quiv, and tackling RoaN and AoS's draft 3. Thaaaat one I'm actually starting on Christmas, when I can (finally!!) reread draft 2 with my mug of hot cocoa (or maybe mulled wine for a change) and, no surprises here, I'm hyper stoked for that<3 <3 <3 I legit can't wait to see where the new draft brings them. I might not have set any expectations for them, but they're vying to keep up with 'quiv and I adore it🤭❤

As for my lovely friends... well, you know by how I spam your tags how much I adore you and wish you happiness forever🤩🥺🥳 I don't know what my activity will look like in the near future, so for now I won't be saying anything, and my semi-hiatus continues. Semi, because you're unforgettable and I crave to see what everyone's been up to and (!!!!) what you've written!

So let's meet in 2024 again, and all the best wishes to you, the reader🥰🥂❤.

#ayearofwriting #2023 #aquiver-aglow #aberration of sunlight

[natelia-aldelliz]

Imagine if Soap started seeing the ghosts of Tommy, Beth, Joseph, and maybe Simon’s mom? Like he has no idea who these people are but they are just like, ‘Oh my god…. That’s Simon’s boy’ and start hanging around

-Anon 🎧

Sadly in the official version of this AU, if they've ever been ghosts they have since moved on and disappeared, but this would be funny as an alternate universe of this alternate universe lmao

So I've written this, it's not really what you said but it's what came to me, maybe I'll write more later, as like a side story or something

"Who are you?"

Soap wakes up with a startle. There's a child standing next to the bed, frowning down at him. A dead child. For some reason he had almost forgotten that sometimes ghosts just come up to him on their own. Children especially, as if they were more discerning of his abilities than adults.

"Huh, hi, I'm Soap," he whispers back to not wake up Simon. Bug isn't anywhere to be seen, but that's not really unusual. His new found abilities to sleep don't work every night, and watching people sleep gets pretty boring. He's probably just roaming around the base.

The child frowns harder. He can't be more than four, with wavy dark blond hair and brown eyes, wearing a super-hero pyjama, blood dripping from the bullet wounds on his chest.

Fuckin hell... It never gets easier.

"You're not Uncle's boyfriend," the child pouts at him with all the might of a toddler.

"Uuuh," Soap hesitates, long enough for the arm around his stomach to tighten its grip, a clear sign that Simon is waking up.

"Wha's goin on?" The older man mumbles against his neck.

"There's a child," Soap answers, "I'm trying to understand what he wants."

"Hmm. Where's Bug?"

"I don't know-"

"Uncle Simon!" The child interrupts him gleefully, now beaming, his frown apparently completely forgotten.

Soap freezes. This man can't catch a break. How does he even go about this? A light thump coming from the door, followed by a "ow!" interrupts his panicking. The door opens right after and Roach comes in, rubbing at his forehead.

"Guys I know none of us know what's happening but I'm gonna need you to start researching, I can't keep becoming material randomly, it hurts and it's embarrassing when I'm spying on people - oh god."

"Uncle Bug!" The child yells again, bouncing on his heels.

Simon's breath quickens slightly behind him, probably still not used to seeing his dead lover, even after a couple weeks of this, which honestly Soap thinks is fair, before he tenses up.

"What are you both not telling me," he demands, sitting up in the bed.

"Are you a friend of my uncle, then?" The child turns back to Soap with less of a frown.

"Uh, no," Bug saves him from answering. "Well, yes, actually, but he's also his boyfriend, like me."

The little boy looks pensive, trying to understand. Simon grabs Soap's arm and turns him around, forcing him to look up at him.

"Johnny, talk to me." His voice is so gentle still, especially when he says his name, but Soap knows it's not a request. It's his officer's voice.

"Maybe ye should ask Bug...?" He tries.

"Bug isn't as easy to break as you."

And he's right. All it takes is for his eyebrows to start pointing up pleadingly and it's over. He's weak, what can he say.

"The child," he sighs, "he's calling ye Uncle Simon. He's basically a toddler, five at most, blond, with-"

"-Brown eyes," Simon interrupts him, looking like he was stabbed. "I know, I only have one nephew."

#cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #gary roach sanderson #ghostsoap #ghostsoaproach #accidental necromancer soap and ghost roach au #lmao 'accidental necromancer soap and ghost roach au's au' kinda

[crescencestudio]

Devlog #35 | 09.26.23

Hi everyone!

Hope the beginning of Fall has been kind to you all <3 To be Frank, it has not been Kind to me LMFAO. But I'll get into that, so let's dive in yippee!

Before I do, someone liked this post recently, which was such a throwback. It was before the full demo was out and everything!! I was so young and full of life. I'm going to sprinkle some comparison shots of the new assets with the old ones to break up the text and also walk down memory lane with me! (Full GUI not shown as I'm still waiting on the assets)

Chapter Cards (Left: After | Right: Before)

The "Progress"

I'm going to structure this devlog a little differently from the usual template. The main reason being, for those of you who didn't see, I have not been feeling Myself recently.

This month I found myself all out of sorts. While I felt like I was making progress and doing so much everyday read: fighting for my life, when I looked back on things at the end of this month, I didn't feel like I really did much.

On a higher level, I finished fulfilling Kickstarter physical rewards, opened a Kofi shop of the remaining merch, edited Druk's route and continued writing Etza's route, updated assets and code for the updated demo, and then general commission stuff (BGs from Vui, soundtracks from Peter, etc.).

But overall, Alaris felt largely like it was kinda sitting at around the same spot as it did when I entered this month. Which made me a little sad! I had wanted to make So Much Progress on Alaris because next month I won't be able to work on it really. Then, I realized I haven't taken a break from game development since I started it two years ago HA!!!

The Real Progress

Development for me has been back-to-back. Chapter releases every 1-2 months during my first half year of development, Full Demo release shortly after, Kickstarter shortly after, Full Game Development shortly after. When I was feeling burnt out from Alaris, I made intertwine. Then I was Heavily Involved in the development of two games shortly after.

All of this on top of my IRL responsibilities, which include a job, PhD school, and well, functioning as a normal human occasionally.

And then here we are at the end of September 2023, and I'm wondering why even though I creatively want to work on Alaris, I find my brain literally just getting too tired to think.

Etza CG (Left: After | Right: Before)

I think ever since the Kickstarter, I've put a lot of pressure on myself to consistently put out LOTS of updates for each monthly devlog. I don't want people to think I'm not working on things or I'm not committed to delivering after giving me their hard earned money. But now, with two years under my belt, I'm realizing that is... HMM maybe too high of a standard to put on myself for my first game ever. There are many much more seasoned developers than me who don't put that pressure on themselves (which is Good and Healthy).

So this month, I debated scrounging around and gathering all my crumbs to give you all a devlog that you'll be satisfied with. But I decided ultimately that wouldn't be good for me and would honestly not be the most transparent way to present the current process of things.

And so. Here I am. Head in my Hands. Letting you all know that while I'm not "burnt out," I am.... only human LOL (one human at that). And so some months, like this one, will just not have much progress to report. Not because I'm not working on it or any other deeper reason. But because it's physically impossible and unreasonable for me to be continuously pushing out a steady stream of content.

In-Game Sprites & BGs (Left: After | Right: Before)

Next month, I'lll be taking a vacation. It's actually my first Big, Official one in a Long Time! I'm very excited for it. And while I did initially think about working on Alaris while I was traveling on trains or things like that, I decided to respect my own need to be a Human and just take a break for once in my life. I don't even want to say I Might work on things, because that sentiment alone will pressure me to make some progress. So yes. Next month, there will be no devlog or updates. But please rest assured, I am "working on Alaris" by letting myself just Exist and Rest Up!

Not an Alaris screenshot but it is market research that deserves to be included because I played House in Fata Morgana recently and it was Phenomenal!

Thank you all for understanding and your continued support. I'm extremely appreciative to have such a kind and patient community. Hope you all have a wonderful October filled with Fall Treats, and I'll see you in November! <3

#alaris #devlog

[yanderepuck]

Part TWO of what I think is 12 of the smut prompt wheel. We've got the man I hate the most. BUT BC OF THAT I THINK YOU GUYS DONT LIKE ASKING FOR HIM

I actually LOVE writing smut for Arthur even tho I think he's hella vanilla and relies on a strong dick game. Man is also a cuck. BUT THATS NONE OF WHAT THIS IS ALRIGHT. But yeah, send me some Arthur some time. I actually like writing smut of the poor meow meow

Here's yaoi hand man

Prompt: him using toys on you-

"Love, I said I needed some time alone."

"Hmm, well I want attention."

You rest your chin on top of his head as he sits at his desk. He's been working, no, trying to work on something. He's been stuck for a while and before that has barely taken a break.

If he won't take a break, then you might as well force him to.

"I'm serious," he leans forward to start writing again.

"And so am I," you grab his shoulders and pull him back.

Arthur groans. He's not finding your cute teasing laughter appealing right now.

"I just need a few more hours-"

"Fiiine," you sigh loudly and dramatically. You start dragging your feet to the door. "I'll see if anyone else cares that I'm not wearing underwear. Theo said something about-whoa!"

Suddenly your arm got pulled back and you're in Arthur's arms. Holding your arm to stay in place he grabbed your jaw to have you look up at him.

You give him a playful smirk. "Someone is interested," you tease.

"You're being a brat," he squishes your cheeks with his hand.

"Who? Me? I could- ohhh!"

The hair at the nape of your neck was tugged and you couldn't help but moan.

You press your body against him the best you can, practically humping him as you stand. "Maybe you should give your toys more attention," you purr and with your free hand, loop your finger around his belt loop, keeping him close to you.

What could you say, you're horny. You get a little rowdy when it gets this bad.

He lets your arm go and quickly pulls up your skirt. You were right, you aren't wearing any underwear.

"You're so naughty," he smirks and two fingers thrust into you with no warning. If it wasn't for his hold on your hair you might have fallen with the way your knees buckled.

"Maybe my toy does need attention," he has you walk backwards. Fingers staying knuckle deep until he pushes you on the bed

He quickly gets his clothes as you wrestle to get yours off. He's on top of you, kissing you roughly the moment he's finished.

As you move farther onto the bed, he crawls after you, never leaving your lips until his fingers thrust into you again. Once your lips part, his free hand wrapped around your neck, pushing you down onto the bed.

Your moans don't stop. He makes sure to get between your legs so that you can't close them as his fingers thrust into you harder.

Your body squirms, your hips buck up, your hands dig into the sheets under you. You start whining. It feels so good but it's not what you want.

"Ar-Arthur!" your legs try closing as his fingering gets rougher.

With all the force and strength he's using, he suddenly stops, staying knuckle deep. You look up at him, panting. You didn't get the cum but his fingers so wonders.

However.

You still feel bratty. You aren't satisfied just yet. Your whole face changes. You go from a panting messy submissive, to a cocky brat with a smirk.

"Is that all you got?"

Arthur frowns, clearly upset at the teasing. "You want to be a brat? I'll treat you like a brat."

He smirks as he sits on your lap. Leaning over he grabs his ascot on his night stands and grabs each of your arms to tie them, then tying them to the headboard.

Once he is done he gets off of you and starts going through his dresser. When you look over you can tell what drawer it is. The drawer with all the toys in it.

"I think I'm going to have to gag you for this one," he chuckles and walks over holding a vibrator you haven't seen before.

Just by looking, you swear it's bigger than him, at least thicker. By seeing your eyes go wide he can tell you're a little nervous.

"No worries, love. I'll make sure it fits."

You start squirming again as he gets back on the bed.

"No no! I'm sorry! I'll behave! I want you!"

"Brats don't get rewarded, silly," he chuckles, sounded light hearted. "But it is ribbed so you should enjoy that."

He gets your legs spread open once again and starts sliding the vibrator into you. You pull on the fabric around your hands and moan.

"Arthur!" The two fingers he used couldn't have prepped you for this, but that's partially why it felt so good.

Your hips lift off the bed again as he slides it in as far as it will go.

There's still a good amount of it sticking out and he gives it a few pushes, having it hit your cervix. Each time you let out a pitiful whine.

"Now don't get too used to this," he turns it on all the way.

"Ohhh!" Your body squirms more.

Arthur sits back and smirks, watching his brat be reduced to a moaning mess. "Breaking toys is so much fun."

He gets up and your legs immediately close, rubbing together, and lifting your hips off the bed.

"Can't have that," he tsks and grabs rope from the same drawer in his dresser. Making a semi loose knot around each of your ankles, then tying them to each to the posts at the foot of the bed.

"Ar-Arthur!" you keep squirming, but he's gotten insanely good at knots.

He leans over you, and presses the vibrator into you again, making sure it didn't push out any.

"Yes, love?"

He has that shit eating grin on his face.

"Ung-ohhh! Ahh ahh!" the vibrator being pushed again and again gets you seeing stars.

"That's what I thought," he pushes hair out of your face and stands back up, going back to his desk, not bothering to put his clothes back on.

"Maybe once I have this finished, you'll have learned your lesson."

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[neverinadream]

You're His Girlfriend, But You Belong To Me

Summary: Christian subs in for his friend's 'boring' boyfriend.

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Requested: No

Song Inspo: When You Need A Man - The Driver Era

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, cheating, essentially fwb!christian, allusions to the other times the reader has cheated, dom!christian, sub!reader, teasing, possessiveness, dirty talk, pet names (baby, good girl...), reader gets called a slut and a whore, degradation kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, oral (christian receiving), face fucking?, choking, edging, begging

Notes: this might not be everyone's cup of tea but i have had this idea for a while and wanted to write it, it's self indulgent you could say. feedback and/or reblogs are appreciated, even if it is through a comment or an ask.

She awakes from her post-sex nap to the sound of Christian's phone pinging, several different notifications coming in simultaneously. A quiet yawn spills off her lips, catching her lover's attention. He looks back at her, a soft smile breaking out when he discovers she's awake. "Hi," he speaks first, before turning his back to her, mumbling, "I'll be with you in a second."

"Who are you texting?" She asks, studying his naked back, wanting to connect the freckles like a dot-to-dot puzzle.

"Hmm? Oh, just the group chat." The group chat was just a few mutual friends that they both shared, including a couple of his teammates. He sends one final text, muting the chat until he was ready to pay attention to it again. "They're talking about doing something tomorrow," he tells her, now sitting back against the headboard, "I'm gonna go, you should too."

His lover shakes her head. "I can't."

"Why not?"

"I said I'd do this thing with Ty," she answers, Ty being her boyfriend.

He looks off to the side, hiding his annoyance. "Well, I'm sure this thing will be thrilling," he says, rubbing his chest, "it's not like Ty has ever had a bad or boring idea. Ever."

She rolls her eyes. "I was actually supposed to do this thing with him today."

"Well, why didn't you?" He asks, tangling his body up with hers as he moves to lie between her legs. Pushing the old shirt up her torso, he kisses up her stomach, mumbling "take it off" against her skin. She obliged, sitting up a little to take off the old jersey. "You didn't feel like it, is that what you told him?" A sharp whimper passes her lips, feeling his rough hands cup her chest, rolling the left nipple between his finger and thumb. "Or is it because I ended up calling you?" He kisses in between the valley of her breasts, his head moving to the left and his tongue licking across the perked nipple.

She shakes her head, saying a quick no, before moaning loudly as he sucks on her nipple. She could feel him grinning against her chest; the reaction he had teased out had almost contradicted her original answer.

"Oh, no, of course not," Christian shakes his head, his voice just a bit higher, mocking her with pouty lips. Goosebumps form on her arms as he traces his fingers along her smooth jaw. His thumb touches her bottom lip, caressing it and hooking his other fingers under her chin. "But here you are," his voice is low and silky, "in my bed, resting after I fucked you hard." He chuckles as she tries to hide her face. "I don't even know why you're still with him-"

"-Christian," she sighs his name, her head falling back into the pillow.

"-I don't think anyone does."

It was no secret that Christian, and a few of her friends, found Ty boring, often questioning what she saw in a guy who lived a life less exciting than the one she and her friends had. Christian had even gone as far as to tell his friend and lover about how he felt about Ty the second her boyfriend slipped off to the toilets on the night she first introduced the two to each other. But she liked Ty, even if her friends couldn't understand why.

Did she love him?

No.

She couldn't love a person and constantly cheat on them at the same time.

But she wasn't ready to face the idea that she was keeping Ty around because he gave her an emotional connection she knew Christian wasn't going to provide.

"Tell me," Christian rolls his hips against hers, his hardness pressing into her to tease out another moan, "what do you like about him?"

"He's...uh...he's nice," she stutters, hips bucking involuntarily as he continues to slowly grind against her.

"He's nice?" He raises his eyebrows. "That does not count."

"Yes, it does."

"No, it doesn't," he laughs, curling his hand gently around her throat, but applying no pressure, "a lot of people are nice, it doesn't make them worthy enough to be your boyfriend." She rolled her eyes, wondering how he would even know what makes a person's boyfriend worthy when she had only known him to be fucking her or some random other girls in the years she had known him. "And, also, nice is a bit of a stretch for that guy," he continues to belittle Ty, "he's not an asshole but nice is a little generous."

"You don't even know him," she bites back, overcome with the urge to defend her boyfriend.

"Whatever," Christian chuckles, moving his hand so he could kiss her neck, "you don't need to sell it to me why you're still dating him." He nips at her neck, soothing the skin until there's another bruise for her to cover up later. Her head rolls back into the soft cushion of the pillow, whimpering as she feels his lips travel up her neck to her ear. "I enjoy fucking someone's girlfriend," he whispers, the heat pooling further between her legs, "so maybe you should stay with him."

"Yeah, well what if I've been thinking about not fucking you anymore?" She fights back with a question. It was a lie but Christian didn't need to know that. He was a drug that she was addicted to and no amount of rehab or interventions was going to make her quit just yet. "What would you do then?"

"Is that right?" She nods her head, trying to keep the facade up. "Why?"

"Because why do I need you when I already have a boyfriend?"

He props himself above her, his weight distributed on both of his hands, the cross dangling in her face. "That's your reasoning for not wanting to fuck me anymore?" He asks, trying not to laugh in her face. "Because you have a boyfriend?"

She frowns. "It's a valid reason." But one that wasn't true.

"Oh, baby, I don't think you can stop," he tells her, seeing right through her, "how are you going to go back to your boring fucking boyfriend and not wanna pull your hair out? You're going to have to deal with him, whilst knowing you could never fuck me again. Is that what you want?" He raises his eyebrows, his head tilting to the side as he studies her face, looking for a reaction. "How will you survive having to deal with his vanilla sex 24/7? Having to deal with a man who doesn't treat you the way you want to be treated; someone who won't put you in your fucking place?"

His hand encases her throat again, squeezing a little, as he dips to kiss her. There's no precision to his moves, only a hunger to satisfy. She drops into the mattress as she melts into his kiss, feeling her body dip further into his bed as his body presses up against hers, his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth.

His free hand grips her thigh, pulling her leg high around his waist, making sure she could feel his hard length against her body. "Do you feel that, baby?" He asks between messy kisses. "Do you feel my hard cock against your pretty pussy?" He has her whimpering as she feels the head of his cock run against her slit, teasing her with the anticipation of what was inevitably to come.

He releases her throat, only to pinch her jaw, angling her head back so she was looking up at him. "You may be his girlfriend, but as far as I'm concerned, you belong to me!" The hunger in his voice and the desire flooding his eyes have her pussy clenching around nothing. "Tell me whose bed your in," he orders, his Adam's apple bobbing as he takes a deep breath in.

"Yours," she answers.

"Tell me who made you cum so fucking hard earlier."

"You did."

"Tell me whose hard cock is about to slide into you."

Her hands press to the back of his head, pulling his lips up against hers as she answers, "yours is."

He licks his lips, his hot breath fanning her face as he whispers, "tell me whose cum is leaking out of your pussy, right now."

"Yours," she whimpers, feeling the head of his cock pressing against her.

It was a little embarrassing how desperate she felt to feel him inside of her. To have him stretching her out. To have him fucking her until white spots blurred her vision and she was chanting his name. But, by now, she wouldn't have it any other way.

"Good girl," he praises her, groaning and gasping as he slides his cock inside, "good fucking girl." He pushes his whole length inside of her, moaning baby as her pussy was already clenching around him. He keeps a steady pace, thrusting his hips, his hot breath fanning her face as he groans the word "yes" every few seconds. "Who's going to treat you this good, baby?" He asks, watching as her eyes squeeze tightly shut and she bites her bottom lip. "Hmm? Will that boring fucking boyfriend of yours fuck you this good?"

Shaking her head, she tells Christian what he was smart enough to already know. "No," she whimpers, digging her nails into his shoulders, just wanting to hold onto something, anything.

"That's right," he groans, smirking as his name topples off her lips, her perfect-sounding moans like sweet music to his ears. He listens for the sound of her breath hitching in her throat as he thrusts turn harder, short snappy movements that have her feeling him deeper than before. "Does that feel good, baby?" He asks, his hand finding its place around her neck again. Her eyes pop open when she starts to feel the pressure build around her neck, mewls of pleasure rolling off her lips. "Oh, god, yes," she catches his eyes, holding his gaze, "you feel so good. Do you like the way that feels, baby? You like being fucked by your friend, instead of your boring fucking boyfriend?"

"Please, Christian-" She was the image of a moaning, mewling mess underneath him, her legs sprawled apart so he can see himself pushing in and out of her, her pussy wrapping tightly around his thick length, the shaft glistening under the bedroom lights. No one could take him like she could; it was like her pussy was made for him. Curling her fingers around his wrist, she urges him to squeeze tighter. "Please," he cocks his brow, grinning from ear to ear and obliging her request, "I'm so close!"

"Already?" She protests as he slows his pace, pulling out until just the tip was nestled inside, waiting to slide himself back in. "No, no, no," he murmurs, shaking his head and adjusting his hold on her neck, "not yet, baby. You gotta wait."

"No," she whines, pleading with her eyes for him to let her cum. Pushing herself against his body, her lips ghosting his, chasing them as she tries to kiss him. "Christian, baby, please," she sounded crazy and pathetic, blubbering and whimpering as she begs for him to finish it, "I need you to let me cum."

"You need it, huh?" He bites his bottom lip. "You need it that bad, baby? Are you that desperate to cum all over my cock?"

"Yes, yes," she pants, nodding her head and squirming underneath him, "I need it so badly!"

He pulls out, sitting up on his knees, jerking his hand up and down his shaft. "Come here and clean up this mess," he instructs, beckoning her over, grinning when she is quick to obey him, taking his hard cock into her mouth. Drool pools in his mouth as he takes in the sight of her ass sticking up in the air. "You look so fucking sexy like this," he groans, weaving his fingers through her hair, pulling on it as she pulls her mouth off of him, "your ass sticking up in the air as you suck on my cock."

His eyes roll back as she glances up at him, smiling as her tongue swirls around the tip, tasting herself on him. "You're such fucking a slut," he pushes on the back of her head, sliding his cock back into her mouth, "sucking on my cock and letting me use that pussy behind your boyfriend's back." He grunts as she splutters around his cock, spit running down her chin as he fucks himself into her mouth. "But you like that don't you? You like being my dirty, needy, fucking slut, don't you?"

He pulls her off, pulling her up to sit on her knees, the two of them kneeling in front of each other. He was still taller than her, towering over her body as he leaned down. Cleaning the spit from her chin, he pushes his thumb into her mouth, both of them moaning together as she sucks on it.

"Say it," he orders, "say you're my dirty fucking slut."

"I'm your dirty fucking slut," she repeats, moaning into his mouth as he crashes his lips against hers, tugging harshly on her hair and slipping his tongue into her mouth.

"He'd never treat you like this, would he?" Christian asks, holding tightly onto her jaw. She shakes her head but his tight grip doesn't allow for much movement. "I bet he doesn't even know how much of a whore you are," he belittles her, hissing as she digs her nails into his tattooed bicep, "addicted to a cock that's not his. You're addicted to this dick, aren't you? You can't live without it; that's why you keep coming back to me, isn't it?"

She nods her head, humming in agreement. "I just want you," she admits, her cheeks growing warm from her accidental confession.

"But you can't have me, can you?" He let go of her jaw, smoothing out her hair as he runs the back of his hand down the side of her head. "Not the way you want me, can you?" She bites her lip, shaking her head. "That's right," he hums, kissing her temple, "now get back on your back."

She lies back down, kissing Christian as he slots himself back between her legs, whimpering against his mouth when she feels him running the head of his cock against her slit.

"Beg me to stop teasing you," he murmurs against her lips, seeing the annoyance grow in her pretty eyes, "beg me, fucking do it!"

"No," she replies, finding the strength in her already tired body to flip them both over. She straddles his waist, grinding her pussy against his shaft, before sinking down onto his cock. Its thickness stretches her out, filling her up more than it did before. "I'm done begging," she says, rocking her hips back and forth. His hands hold onto her hips, helping her to quicken her movements. "I'm just gonna take it," she whimpers, the coil in her stomach tightening as she throws her head back.

"Then fucking take it, princess," Christian encourages her, feeling himself twitch inside of her, "take it all; take every last inch of me." He grabs her wrist, pulling her down to kiss him, his hand wrapping back around her neck when she was close enough to him. "I want to think of this moment when you're hanging out with your boyfriend tomorrow," he tells her, squeezing her throat until she was a second away from gasping for air, his hips thrusting up to match her own pace, "I want you to think about me filling this pussy up with so much cum, marking it as mine."

"Yours," she chants, her rhythm losing focus as she cums for him, "this is yours."

"That's right," he hums, kissing against the underside of her jaw, nipping at her skin, "it's mine; this fucking pussy is mine. No one-" He cuts himself with a harsh groan, her pussy fluttering and pulsating around his cock, squeezing him, making it hard to have a calm, clear mind. "Oh, fuck, baby," his head rolls back into the pillow, eyes squeezing shut, "just like that - gonna make me cum so hard baby." He stops thrusting, pushing down on her hips to keep her still, bottoming himself out inside of her. "Oh, fuck yes, baby, fuck-" His breathing is rigid, stopping and starting as he cums.

She rolls off of him, a ghost-like grin etched onto her swollen lips as she listens to Christian catching his breath, still praising her and her body. Turning to the bedside cabinet, she picks up her phone, mumbling, "shit," under her breath.

"What is it?" Christian asks, propping himself up onto one elbow.

"Ty's been trying to phone me," she answers, not seeing the look of disgust on Christian's face as he hears Ty's name slip so easily off her lips. She lies back down, her legs still a little bit shaky. "I should call him back," she thinks out loud to herself, "see what he wants."

He groans as he sits up, raking his fingers messily through his hair. "Well, you do that," he mumbles, standing up from the edge of his bed, "I'm gonna go take a shower; maybe you should join me once you're done lying to your boring boyfriend."

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[super-paper]

what context did bnha mean by "fantasy becomes reality?" how is it used in the story

Hmm?  This question is kinda broad, so I'm not really sure how to go about answering it, but.............

I do talk a bit about how MVA plays with the idea of fantasy vs reality + how the league all noticeably use "masks/villain identities" and "fantasy" as a coping mechanism in this post, and I talk a whole lot about how MHA itself plays w/ these concepts in this post.

Other than that-- There are like, three or four BIG lines in the first chapter that firmly establish what the core ideas of the series are, and the "fantasy became reality" line is one of them:

“Fantasy Became Reality!” <- The "establishing line" of the series. Izuku uses this line to establish what sort of world they live in (a world that has become "just like a comic book"), and he later repeats this line when All Might becomes the first person to validate his "fantasy" about becoming a hero while offering to make that fantasy into a reality. It sets the tone for the type of series MHA is. AFO later repeats this line during Izuku's OFAFO dream, where he witnesses AFO forcing a quirk/"role" on Yoichi-- The entire scene depicts AFO acting as a dark echo to both Izuku and chapter one of the series, taking the idea of "fantasy becoming reality" it to its darkest possible conclusion and showing us how people ACTUALLY reacted to this concept. This is the chapter that cements why AFO is the main villain of mha, with AFO using MHA's establishing line to instead ask the readers: If reality is now fantasy, and a fantasy is something that's written.... then who gets to be the author of that story? :) (he then proceeded to write the worst, most self indulgent Captain Hero x Demon Lord self-insert fanfic the world has ever seen. boo this man.)

"You looked like you needed saving." <- The heart of the series.

“You CAN become a hero.” <- The point of the series.

And I'll throw the opening line in as a bonus:   4. “People are not born equal—that's the hard lesson I learned at age four. But that was my first and last set back.” (<- i'm including this one bc so many people cite the first part of this line as evidence that the series is about how “life isn’t fair + some people are just dealt a bad hand and there's nothing you can do about it + you can’t save everyone, actually”..... while completely omitting the second part, which establishes that the first part of the line is just that: a setback that can be overcome, not an ironclad rule that chains people in one place. Like sorry, but MHA is all about PLUS ULTRA + GO BEYOND + BELIEVE IN THE U THAT BELIEVES IN URSELF + ETC. It is NOT a fatalistic, nihilistic, pessimistic series. )

Back on topic!

There is smthing wrong with him ❤ (part 538 of ???)

MHA's relationship with fiction as a concept or w/e is baked into the story on practically every level-- it's both a love letter to and a deconstruction of the art of telling stories, of comic books, and of the conventional expectations people have of "fiction" and "hero/villain" stories. MHA understands the value of fantasy in saving/inspiring others while also exploring what drives people to use fantasy as an escape from reality. Understanding how MHA plays with these ideas is fairly integral to understanding what's going on with Tomura/AFO.

Like, there's really no way to summarize it briefly, but here are some of the other ways MHA utilizes these concepts:

The idea of "Heroes" and "Villains" being exaggerated alter egos or "roles" that might not be a 1:1 reflection of who that person truly is. Tomura, Endeavor, All Might, and AFO are all big examples of this.

The concept of defying fate (i.e. the narrative/author) and breaking free from the villain/hero/mentor archetypes also plays heavily into Tomura, Izuku, and Toshinori's respective arcs. "The mentor dies once he completes his role so his protege can take up his mantle" isn't anything unique, ya'll-- it's a classic and wildly popular trope. Toshi's arc is about breaking free from the constraints of "the mentor role" and expectations of that particular narrative, and shaping his own fate while wrenching his story away from a particularly malicious author (i.e. AFO). side note: AFO getting curb-stomped by a "character" he helped create and having them basically call his writing shit right to his face will never not be funny btw-- let's go three for three, Tomura.......!!!!!!!!!

Izuku is trying to break free from the narrative of "the hero killing the villain at the end of the story" and outright rejects AFO's idea of a "happy ending" (that is, an ending where Tomura disappears and AFO gets to keep wearing his skin as a cool villain costume).

Meanwhile, Tomura is trying to force the whole story to perma end 😬. Which is like, fair enough, bc he's the character who has been hurt by "fantasy" more than anyone else and he's completely over it at this point-- but destroying that fantasy means losing himself in the fantasy of being "Shigaraki Tomura", which implies that he is going to destroy himself in the process of tearing the story apart. Not a good thing. Treat him gently, Izuku.

Also, here are some choice panels/excerpts that I feel emphasize MHA's relationship with fantasy and the above bulletpoints:

the absolute state of the mha fandom lmfaoooooo

iirc the anime also has a neat scene where they include a sort of "television suddenly being turned off" effect to emphasize when AFO completely takes over Tomura's body during the PLW-- you can see part of it in this video, around the 8:36 mark. I gotta give Bones credit where it's due-- it's a really fuckin' cool way of emphasizing what exactly AFO is doing to Tomura + how AFO is treating Tomura as more of a fictional construct than an actual person:

Tomura: sensei you don't get to be a voice in my head you lost to all might like a punk bitch and I'M gonna be the one to surpass YOU 😤

AFO:

tbf if i had the power to permanently mute the mouthy little teenager who keeps bringing up my Ex and our embarrassing break up, I would also abuse tf outta it. That and the boyish appreciation for eldritch body horror is where I draw the line at relating to AFO, tho.

----- Anyway!

MHA's premise basically asks: “wow, what if fantasy suddenly became reality? what if we started treating reality like it's a comic book? what if.... we started treating actual people like they were comic book characters? what if we implemented a system of justice that's ripped straight from the pages of a comic book WHILE treating actual people like they're comic characters?? :D wouldn't that be wild ha ha”-- and after that question has been popped in the most deceptively flippant way possible, Hori spends the rest of the story holding his readers in place with a white-knuckled grip while fixing them with an unblinking stare as the entire concept just gets more and more (VERY INTENTIONALLY) uncomfortable lmfao.

At any rate, sorry if this doesn't answer much-- but like I said, the topic is a broad one bc the way MHA plays with the concept of fiction/fantasy is baked so deeply into every aspect of its narrative that like....... it's impossible for someone like me to summarize it succinctly. It's just one of the foundational aspects of the story!👍

#sophie.txt #mha.txt #mha spoilers

[giggly-squiggily]

Hi, Squiggly! How are you? For the Hc to drabble event, I'mma go with my baby in BSD! I personally HC that because Fyodor has never been touched (cuz his ability), he is stupidly ticklish to light tickles (not hard tickles because he's used to blocking out harder sensations. How? Dazai prolly punched him or something). Who takes advantage of this? DAZAI OFC😂. Also, because this is literally the only thing that poses a threat to him, he gets extremely nervous by the mere threat of tickles. Like he goes from mega-4D-mind-chess-player-genius to a giggly mess of a rat who can't even string together a sentence without begging😂.

Feel free to decline this. I wrote this assuming Fyodor is your one exception to your 'BSD only until season 2 rule'. Stay safe, buddy!

KJErkjajkeraejkrjkejkrje YESH! I've gotcha covered, anon; this is freaking hilarious! Once again- Fyodor and I have this weird "I know OF you but might not know you well" relationship so if this is OOC I apologize! I hope you like it! :D

It was a secret no one knew about until now. With Crime and Punishment, only a fool would be bold enough to touch Fyodor Dostoevsky in such a way.

And wouldn’t you know it, the fool actually lived.

“My, what do we have here?” Dazai was in absolute bliss as he dragged his nails along Fyodor’s belly, grinning from ear to ear as the smaller man thrashed and squeaked below. “The great Fyodor is sensitive to a few quick flicks of a finger? What about two? Or three?” With his own ability in full use, Dazai was a man of little worries. “How come I never knew of this before?”

“Ahehahahahahaha! Dahahha-ahhahahahzai, yohoohohoohu fiehehehehehehehehnd!” Fyodor arched when those dastardly fingers wandered closer to his ribs, nails gently scratching. “Gehehheheheht ohohohohohohohff meheheheheheheh!”

“Hmm…no.” Fingers wandered higher, slowly making their ascent towards his armpits. “I think I’m gonna keep tickling you! You’re so cute when you laugh, I could listen to you all day- was that a snort?” He lightly scratched along his upper ribs once more, earning the same reaction. “Did I just find your piggy spot?”

“WHAHAHAHT THE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHELL!” Fyodor cried, cheeks flushed bright red as Dazai carried on tracing that spot, occasionally slipping upward into his pits. His squirming increased to the point he was practically levitating. “WHOHOOHOHO ARE YOHOHOOHU CAHAHAHAHLLING A- SQUEEEEEEHHH!!”

“Oo, a squeal! This really is a bad spot, huh?”

Damn him!

“DAHAHHAHAHAZAI YOOHOHOHOU SON OF A- AHEHAHAHHAH STHAHAHHAP STHAHAHAHAHP PLEAHHAHASE!” At his limit with his pride wounded, he had no choice but to give in. “I GIHIHIHIHIVE!”

“Hehehe, that didn’t take long at all, huh?” Dazai cooed sweetly as the tickles came to an end, leaning into his hands as Fyodor gasped helplessly. “All it took was a few pokes to break you down. I’m gonna have to remember this.”

“Dohoohn’t sound so smuhuhuhug! Come here!” Fyodor shot up, shoving Dazai onto his back and quickly returning the favor. Giggles and squeals resumed, filling the barely silenced space.

Send me a headcanon and I'll write a dabble for it!

#headcanons to dabbles #tickle #tickle dabble #bsd #fyodor dostoevsky #dazai osamu #fyozai #dorks #I'm officially calling it a piggy spot thank you :D

[justatalkingface]

I'd love to hear your full thoughts on Bakugou. Shinsou too, though I suppose there's less to say about him

Hmm. The thing is with Bakugou is that I did actually post about him, months ago. I submitted it to that Anonymous Bakugou Hot Takes thing, long before I ever made this blog. It's not that I can't make a new post (and probably a better one? I'll admit that one had a lot more 'angry screaming' in it than I'm trying to actually put in these, and I think all this writing is helping me improve), but I kinda need to reorient my mindset so I don't just rewrite it, if that makes sense. So not now, but at some point in the near future, probably yeah.

Meanwhile, can I offer you some Shinsou analysis in these trying times?

Alright, here's the first thing: a lot of people who are reading this will have likely read some fanfiction, and seen Shinso there. There, you will learn that he's a sad, sad child, bullied by his classmates for his villainous Quirk, probably abused by his parents, and the only people who have ever thought well of him are Izuku and Aizawa.

Picture him in your mind. Place your hands on his shoulders firmly. Now, I want you to YEET HIM. Yeet him from your mind, from your memories, from your biases, from your basic understanding of his character. Fanon Shinsou is a fucking lie, and I want you to yeet those lies from your mind.

Let's sum up canon: First off, he's part of the mob of people who come to gawk at 1A for being almost murdered for having the guts to, gasp, go on a field trip. (I have never once been impressed by the crowd, as you might have guessed. Everyone is convinced that 1A is... bragging? You know, by just never mentioning it until someone else brings it up? Bragging about how a group of terrorists came to murder them, and how a lot of them almost died?)

Here, Bakugou makes an ass of himself, you know, as usual, and everyone, including Class 1B, who canonly just another hero class, thinks that he speaks for everyone, somehow. Having gained a bad impression of, not just 1A, but all heroics classes (even though we literally have Tetsutetsu from B, who says he's from B, go 'dude what the fuck' a minute later) Shinsou proceeds to go, 'I WILL DESTROY YOUUUUUU!!!!!' which is... you know, great. We get a bad first impression of him because he's honestly being almost as much of a dick as Bakugou.

Shinsou. You never want to, on any level, have your attitude be like Bakugou. The bar was near the damn ground, but you burrowed under it anyways. For shame, Shinsou, for shame.

Then we get to Sports Festival, where most of his screen time is, and he starts off by getting upset how UA is upping the brand for the hero students and 1A especially, which... alright, let's take a brief break for a public service announcement:

Fuck the Sports Festival. No, seriously, fuck the Sports Festival. It's stupid, it's bad for the students, it's just... no. Why is this a thing? Outside of giving Izuku more PANIK, I guess?

Only UA does this, and when UA was the best of the best of the best, SIR of schools that was..., actually it wasn't any better then, but it was somewhat more understandable. Then Shiketsu, UA's (theoretical, since we've never actually seen them live up to their hype, since they stopped existing after the licensing exams) equal, suddenly exists, and now you have to wonder why UA, of all schools, is the only one who does this. And it's somehow equal to the Olympics...? What, seriously? Are you saying every country watches this? Or that every sport has just never updated to really include Quirks? Or that all the sports obsessed fans are just going to forsake their obsession because HeRoS? Dial it back, Hori.

Beyond how over inflated it is... it's blood sports. The two of the three events center around high schoolers attacking each other, and the first includes it organically as a method of success. I doubt any of the other options we don't see are any better. All these people, all over Japan, or the world even, tune in to watch actual children hurt each other.

Best, or worst, of all, is it's clearly just a symptom of the over-celebritization of heroes that MHA pretends to talk about sometimes; really, the main reason this event exists is just to raise public hype, to sell the students as products to the public. The interning heroes could just... watch a private version of this, that isn't televised to the entire world, displaying the students strengths and weaknesses, humiliating the losers and denying the victors any privacy as soon as they leave their homes, because they don't even gets masks.

Now back to your regularly scheduled ranting.

Alright, so Shinsou deals with the race by... being carried around like a king. On an objective level, this is minimal effort for him, so he has more energy for him, so it's logical (or Aizawa style 'logical', more in a moment). On a more practical level, this fool child clearly hasn't realized that he needs to promote himself to the other heroes; any of them that see that are going to think he's just fucking lazy. On a Real Talk level, I don't think he could have passed if he actually tried to attempt it normally, because he's clearly not used to, you know. Using his body, judging by how much he flailed once he Quirk failed him later. As he tries to become a hero. Big Brain Move, there, Shinsou. (although I feel I should mention that there's like, four people just holding him up and walking? Maybe running? Every one of those barriers would have hard countered that, and his Quirk would do nothing to stop robots, tightropes, and a minefield. I'm honestly surprised he managed to pass at all, really; that can't have been fast. I suppose Hori didn't actually think about that, and he needed Shinsou to pass, so he passed, but his strategy is pretty dumb, just saying).

So, here's the thing about Shinsou: until now, he's mainly been comprised of bad judgement calls, making bad assumptions, and being rude. Not actually that big a deal, really. The Cavalry Battle is where we realize he's kind of an asshole.

He brainwashes his own teammates. Not because they don't work well together, not to make them, like 'coordinate' better like he's a hivemind (he doesn't work like that), not because they're enemies, but because... he can, I guess. Actually, there's a question of here if they even decided to team with him at all, or he just talked to the people he wanted and brainwashed them; I don't see anything that clears that up either way.

And that's the problem with Shinsou: he doesn't see a problem with doing that, with controlling the people around him, not even for an advantage, but just because he has that choice. And that's fucked up.

Worse, from what we've seen, him trying to talk to Izuku before hand? Is an attempt to plant his Quirk. Which I'm pretty sure is blatantly against the rules, but no one noticed it, and Hori doesn't see any problems with it, so the narrative shows this and everything else he does as him just being 'resourceful', instead of cruel or arrogant.

It's worse when you realize he has this... self-imposed victim complex, that he has it so hard. And how does he decide this? By what Quirks people have. Izuku has a strong Quirk, so his life must have been perfect, right?

*cue flashbacks to Izuku's entire life*

Yeah, the funny thing is? Shinsou is unironically Quirkest. He thinks the only reason anyone passes or fails anything is whether or not they had a good Quirk or not.

This is doubly ironic, because fanon Shinsou has everyone be Quirkest to him. But let's look at that flashback: he has people talking to him, that are at least friendly. One person says they're afraid, but right before they said that, one guy says he's jealous. The second flash back in A vs B has someone joking about being afraid of him.

Everyone we see now? Not one person is afraid. Even back then, no one is mentioning a 'villainous' Quirk, just that it's strong. Strong like Bakugou, who also had people afraid of him. It's just that Shinsou took at as a personal affront, and Bakugou liked it.

Really, the biggest thing we've seen Shinsou suffer from from his Quirk is it just matched badly with the UA Entrance Exam. Everything else, all the dislike he gets? It's because he's an asshole ("everyone here is an obstacle"), and uses his Quirk to use people. He plays down to the expectations he thinks people have of him, and so plays himself by making them think that way. Sasuga, Shinsou!

Beyond that... when you look at 'good' and 'bad' Quirks like he does? He has one of those good ones; every time someone talks about it it's just, 'Damn, that sounds useful'. His classmates liked it. The Heroes like it. The Hero classes like it. Every time someone's not directly threatened by it or were directly harmed (and sometimes even then anyways), they only sing its praises. Where is all this hate about Brainwash?

You've got to wonder if the reason he's so salty is that he knows that, knows he 'should' have passed with his 'good' Quirk, and took the fact he couldn't use it in the exam as a personal insult.

Fanon Shinsou just comes from someone who implied a bad experience, implied but never actually showed it happening, and then the fandom went fucking nuts off it. This escalated, and spread, until if you only know the fanfics (and I know one person who only reads MHA fanfics) then you'd think it's canon he spent his childhood loathed, spat on, and his parents put him in a muzzle.

But he's not. Ultimately, he's just one of many hollow characters in the series, ones that it's clear that will never actually be covered in any real depth.

#ask #bnha critical #mha critical #shinsou critical #or rather #he's an ass #and fandom version so many know is blatant lies #and I think that boy is in some DESPERATE need of perspective #Sasuga Shinsou! #but his background is utterly nonexistent and we've barely ever seen him #the Sports Festival is bad and should feel bad

[choccyhearts]

"Do you wanna borrow one of my sweaters?" // Argyle x Reader

Note: It's cold and I have been living in the same hoodie for the entire break so I thought I would write this short little thing ^_^ In this the reader is a good amount smaller than Argyle (for reference he's 6'3😩)

CW: Fluff <3, Argyle pining after reader, g/n!reader

Summary: Argyle gets cold so you offer him your sweater

♡

When that question left your mouth, Argyle was filled with warmth. He had come to visit you in Hawkins and being a Cali boy, he didn't pack for the December weather.

You both had been friends for a while, stayed in touch through phone calls and letters when the phone bills got too high. When he surprised you for the holidays you were ecstatic.

"No, no, I'll be fine", he assures. You were smaller than him, as most people are. He was never ashamed of his big stature, if anything, he was proud to be the gentle giant that could come around and comfort his loved ones, especially you. If you were sad he'd wrap you up in his arms and deliver a big ol' bear hug. If you were out for a hike and you got too tired, he'd give you a piggyback ride, not caring if passerby would give you looks.

He loved being your space heater and teddy bear, even if it was totally just platonic. Just platonic, he'd think to himself.

"Come on, Arg, I can see you shiver." You get up from your bed and walk to your closet. You search around for something to offer him, something that might fit him.

He watched as the hangers scraped along, your collection of sweaters and cardigans always fascinating him. He loved all of the colors and fabrics, the soft feel of them when he'd hold you. He loved how you had one for any occasion. He loved how some were a too long and would slide over your hands.

He loved everything about you, honestly.

"Hmm, I know I have the perfect one somewhere", you grumble.

"Really, it's okay, here I'll just wrap up in this blanket." He begins to pick up the crocheted blanket in front of him when you spin around.

You're holding a large purple sweater, a bit saggy and frayed. It has a loose collar and looser sleeves.

"Here, this should fit," you say as you walk over. "I actually got this a couple of weeks ago from the thrift store. I think it would look nice. Like, the color, it compliments your pigment." You smile at the sweater as you take it off the hanger.

He smiles and his face gets hot. You know what would compliment his skin tone? You pay attention that much?

You walk back over to him and hand it to him. He accepts it gladly, falling in love with the feeling of the soft yarn. He slides it on, the scent of your detergent filling his nostrils. It's you. You let him wear your sweater.

"Ooh, it looks so nice! I knew it would!", you softly clap. You crawl back on to your bed and sit next to him.

"Feel better?", you ask, a hand on his bicep.

He closes his eyes, heart full with content. This is the best high he's ever felt. No amount of weed could ever get him like this.

"Absolutely", he breathes.

#argyle #argyle stranger things #argyle x reader #stranger things #st4

[jihyocentric]

Hung!Momo and Jihyo had been dating for a month, they've been intimate before but only up to make out sessions.

They decided to have sex for the first time and realized how much their endurance goes par to par with eachother and how much of a squirter Jihyo is hehe

I know you're busy right now please take all the time you need for this ask. If you're uncomfortable with this, you can ignore this ask.

since it's momo's day!

(i might need to write fills slower. my semester at college is a month away from ending, and as you might guess, i'll be really busy during this time.)

-

"you smell good." jihyo mumbled, burying her face in momo's neck.

it had been agonizing for momo for the past hour. jihyo's leg was right on top of her bulge, and not even if she thought about the most unattractive thing she could, her erection wouldn't go down, because that was jihyo, and jihyo was seemingly unaware of what she was doing to momo. the way her breathing hit momo's skin was making the older woman shiver, and the pressure on her cock was unnerving.

"thanks." momo replied, soft hands brushing jihyo's back under the shirt.

they had just arrived from a date. momo made dinner for jihyo, and then they took a shower - separately, of course. momo's bed was more comfortable than jihyo's and that was the excuse that momo's meticulous girlfriend found to sleep around once again. momo didn't have proper clothes for her, so jihyo had to deal with a big shirt that only reached the middle of her thighs and one of momo's boxers.

"did you put on any perfume?" jihyo's nose brushed against momo's neck. she was so invested on knowing why momo smelt like a baby that she didn't notice when her breasts started pressing against momo's.

"n-no..." momo's breath hitched all of a sudden, and then jihyo realized she was practically sitting on momo's lap. her clothes were thin, and momo was rock hard now. jihyo feeling it was inevitable with the position they were in.

"are you hard?" jihyo asked while laughing. she sat in a better position on top of momo, so that the bulge was right under her core. it made her wet, even if she wasn't touching momo directly. the pressure on her core was enough to turn her on.

"you know what you're doing," momo held jihyo's waist, almost growling. "either stop or continue, don't play with me."

jihyo blushed. momo had never spoken to her like that, and it irked something in her. "impatient."

momo's expression softened, realizing she might have been too harsh.

"sorry, i didn't mean to come off like that."

"don't apologize, i like that." jihyo answered, lowering herself to peck momo's lips briefly. "so you like being in control?"

"hmm." momo confirmed, "that's not a problem, is it?"

jihyo shook her head. momo took her lips in hers, her hand forcing jihyo's head against hers, making the younger kiss her back just as intensely. they had done that before, but now that jihyo could actually feel how excited momo was, she wanted to take a step further.

"can i?" momo asked, breaking the kiss. her hands holding jihyo's waist under the shirt, threatening to go further up if jihyo allowed. there was nothing covering her breasts, and when jihyo let momo touch her, she couldn't help but lean into momo's hands.

jihyo moaned, her nails sinking in momo's covered shoulders. "you feel big." the younger commented, adjusting herself in momo's lap to feel the bulge, rolling her hips just so she could tease momo.

momo, who was placing down kisses over the skin of jihyo's neck, stopped and looked at her girlfriend. "wanna see it?"

jihyo nodded, and soon enough their clothes were discarded. the only thing in the way of their skin meeting completely was the rubber of the condom around momo's girth. which was something jihyo didn't appreciate, but she wasn't taking pills and getting pregnant wasn't something she wished that early in their relationship.

(seeing how big and ready momo's cock was, however, certainly made her rethink her decision.)

momo laid back and let jihyo do what she wanted, at least for now. she whimpered when jihyo's hand revolved around her cock, pumping her length slowly, as if she was preparing momo. preparation wasn't needed at all, not when jihyo was dripping down to her thighs and momo couldn't possibly get any harder.

"it's been a while since i..." jihyo stopped, straddling momo. she was beautiful like that, on top of momo, and momo couldn't feel luckier for having her. "you know. and you're too big."

both of them moaned when jihyo rubbed her core against momo's length. the two of them had been in need of that for weeks. doing it momo was special - and incredibly hot, and jihyo felt her womb aching to have momo inside her.

"don't worry." momo sat on the bed and flipped their positions, so that jihyo would be under her. "we'll take it slow if you wish."

taking jihyo's lips on hers once again, momo guided her cock inside. first the tip, making jihyo moan into the kiss, and then she went further in, slowly, pulling away from the kiss so she could look at jihyo's flushed face and watch her reactions.

"how does it feel?" momo asked, her forehead touching jihyo's. she was not more than halfway in, yet jihyo felt so full. no one had ever stretched her like that, and she was gushing around momo, unconsciously whining, looking pathetic and so unlike herself.

"feels incredible." jihyo told her, her hands on the sides of momo's neck. "keep going!"

"who's impatient now, huh?" momo teased, but she gave in to jihyo's wish. it wasn't hard to slip all of her length inside given how wet and slick jihyo was. jihyo was tighter than what she had thought, making momo shudder with each inch that went inside, only to get squeezed by jihyo's walls.

she wondered how it would be without the condom, how it would be to feel jihyo without the thin rubber between them, with nothing to prevent her from really filling jihyo. the thought alone made her throb. momo started off slow, peppering kisses over jihyo's neck and planting her own marks there, wanting everybody to know jihyo was hers.

their hips met in a delicious pace, with momo reaching deep and making jihyo whine every time she completely buried herself in. it felt amazing, but the slowness was agonizing and jihyo was starting to get desperate.

"harder!" jihyo demanded, and momo couldn't say no to her, not when she herself was greedy to make jihyo hers.

she sat on her knees and spread jihyo's legs, taking in the sight of her girlfriend's tits bouncing with each jolt of her hips. momo took off, pushing into jihyo harder and harder, going as deep as she could, loving to see the younger writhing under her. she looked down, admiring the way jihyo's flushed pussy stretched to receive her.

"you look so beautiful taking me in, baby." momo told her. "i'm so close."

jihyo looked at momo, almost tearing up, the pleasure consuming her body. she knew that having sex momo would be good, but that was the closest to heaven that she had ever been.

"me t-too."

momo leaned in and kissed jihyo, never stopping with her thrusts. she let her body weight trap jihyo between the sheets and her body, guiding a hand between them to rub jihyo's clit in time with her thrusts, the younger squirming under her.

momo pushed her cock all the way in, unable to hold it any longer, filling the condom with hot spurts of cum. jihyo quickly pushed momo's hips away when she felt she was close, wanting momo to pull out. momo was surprised to see that not only jihyo came but she also squirted, dampening the sheets.

"now that's a first." momo commented. jihyo looked away, her cheeks red from embarrassment. "don't be shy, baby. i'm so proud of you."

"that wasn't supposed to happen." jihyo said, a pout forming in her lips.

"why? that was hot." momo kissed jihyo's jaw, one of her hands grabbing jihyo's chest.

jihyo dismissed momo's question, moaning when the older pinched her nipple.

"if you don't stop touching me i'll want to go again."

momo laughed. "how about you get on your fours for me this time?"

jihyo slapped momo's shoulder. "pervert."

(after that, she did just what momo told her to do.)

#anon #momo #jihyo #mohyo #g!p #fill

[rinbowaman]

MY LOVEEE IM BACKKKK still a bit sick but i have been ITCHINGG to get this reaction to you bcs DT chapter six and seven was….it was something else thats for sure and plus THE DOUBLE CHAPTER?!? brings back the good ol’ mgr days😮‍💨

im going to start with chapter six first shall we…..

“Stop….Heeseung stop….this…this is wrong…we can’t!”

OMG! HAHAHAHA I swearrr hee was like…”hmm did you hear something? I dont hear anything 🤔”

“Oh yes we can….watch me.”

YES YOU CAN AND YES YOU WILL COME ON GIRL TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT

dude after ALLLLL that tension in the last chapters I guess heeseung finallly cut the restraints and just gave in, kurt was the last straw 🫣😏 and im HEREEE FOR ITTTTT WHOO

the fact that the whole chapter/s was purely smut is just *chefs kiss 🤌🏻🤌🏻 like FUCK YEAAAHHH man I absolutely love the way you write smut, all the details and the dialogue UGHHH I can FEEL the HEAT and VIBRATIONS and the TENSION emitting from the SCREEN gahdamn this is a bad week to get fucking horny esp when ur sick omg

and the lines with the red outline? DEAD.

"Breathe baby.....mmm...breathe....yeah....good girl. Breathe for me."

I CANT BREATHE YOU MFER!!!!! WITH WHAT UR DOING TO ME DO YOU EXPECT ME TO BREATHE??!?!???

shit I have no words left I just fucking love the smut oh my lord

"I love you.....you're mine....you're all mine.....nothing is going to take you away from me.......I'm keeping you.....forever.....y/n."

giving dejua vu but you are very much welcome to take me forever YK IM FREE (sorry kurt maybe in another universe)

and owemji the hella obvious breeding kink in this chapter? 😵😵

cant wait for heejeong’s turn….I wonder what he’s like….more feral? less gentle? hmmmmmmm

OKAY CHAPTER SEVEN LETS GOOOO

that smut at the first part….please dont dont dont dont…….dont stop 😏😏😏

PLEASEEE AHAHAHAHAH I was actually giggling when we were relieved that no one’s in the house just for heejeong to show up wearing that goddamn smirk on his face 🤣

"Oh hey, you're awake."

I just KNOWWWW she about to get fucked into oblivion ahh shit

our poor y/n not getting any breaks….

"......I have to go....um....I think it's best if I move out....I just..."

girl I love you so much baby but there is just no point in moving out….heebros will find you sooner or later you cant escape hee in ANY universe…..learn from readen and realena darling

"You tell me......what are you doing?......Walking around looking pretty all the damn time......getting a boyfriend and flaring him in front of us....."

you made 1/2 points it aint our fault that we pretty come on 🙄🙄🙄

"Please.......please dont......I-I'm begging.....i'm begging you...."

"Yeah?.....Beg some more baby......"

LMAOO i swear the heebros have selective hearing….its just how it is 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️

"Huh.....Heeseung was a little hungry last night, hmm?"

LITTLE?!?!? YOU CALL THAT LITTLE??!????

"Where do you think Heeseung went to this morning? He's obviously not happy with someone else staking their claim on something that belongs to him.....and me."

UH OHHHHHH OH SHITTTTT 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

"Please......please....I'll do anything...I wont....I wont see him again. I wont do anything. Please.....please just call Heeseung...please.......for me.....will you please do it for me?"

muehehehehehe using that charm on heejeong I see 😌😌

"Hey.....got baby girl in front of me. Did you wanna say 'Hi'?"

"Hiiiii baby giiiiiirll! How's my little minx today? Did you sleep well?"

STAAAHPPPPP I LOVE THIS PHONE CALL SO MUCHHHHH might be one of my fav scenes

"Y-yes.....I do.......I miss you....and......I.....I want you here.....I want you to come home.....come back home...to me....please?"

oh

oh.

OHHHHHOHOHOHO I SEE WHAT UR DOING OKAY MKAYY

"Y-yes....I miss you.....and........I just want you back home.....so please......if you leave......leave Kurt alone I wont....I wont speak to him or ....or see him.....and.....i'll.......be good......I promise i'll be good......please.....for me?" you trembled, hoping that you had him.

YESSS THATS MY GIRL RIGHT THERE PERIODT its all cus I can see that kurt’s a good guy, if he would’ve been more like a samuel then he would’ve gotten a GOOODDD beating but he’s nice and genuine. my girl making the right choices over here mhmmmm

although yeah kurt’s a pretty nice boy….heebros just hit different yk? sorry my guy theres plenty of fish in the sea 😅

"Yeah baby.....thats it....move with me."

GODDAMN I LOVE BOTH OF THE SMUT HOLY FUCKING SHIIIIITTTT WHOOOOOO ITS HOT AS HELL RIGHT NOW AND IT AINT MY FEVER

my gosh the way you write smut is….just….fucking incredible

You felt the touch of his fingers gently grazing against your cheek, moving the pieces of hair that was stuck to your skin. Shifting your eyes over to the side, you noted how both Heejeong's hands were on your chest, and the other was resting on his hip.

So whose hands were touching your face?.......

Looking up, standing and leaning against the back side of the sofa, hovering his chest above you, was Heeseung.

WAIT I ALSO LOVED THIS PART, I was literally like…”who the fuck???” “ohhh heeseung”

"Well baby girl..........time for round 2."

GIRLLL IM SWEATINGGG OMFG MY BAE TRULY DOESNT GET ANY BREAKS

chapter 8 bout to be the hottest one of all

"Bingo.....baby.......sis......"

you in for it now..😏

♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ !!!!!!!!!!

I seriously love this reaction! Lol but I hope you’re feeling better. Ngl after our long drive in to our trip and when we had dinner last night I started to get some heart burn. It wasn’t pleasant.

but 😏 yeah….heebros are world and they’re so insane that they DO have selective hearing. They also know what you like/want and they just pretty much ignore your pleas at first when you try to stop everything from happening. Literally like “nope!” “Good one. Come here”

duuuuuude next chapter is…..if you thought these last two chapters made panties drop just wait bc chapter 8 is about to make panties drop like rain. It’s absolutely maddening bc you about to see just how it poor girl getting TORN TF UP. *hintity….hint hint* lol I love that you enjoyed these chapters even when sick. I hope they brought you a little bit of healing. ♥️

#doubletrouble #isabouttobe #doubleP

#heeseung smut #heeseung x reader #heeseung hard hours #heeseung hard thoughts

[away-ward]

Thank you for your reply, KO! This is the anon from #asked and answered 176.

1 yes i like your fics, i like no apologies the most because we had insights to emmy's career and life in sf. Emmy might find herself boring, but ive always been a busy body reader so i would eat up everything about her personal and professional life in sf. I still hated will there, but thanks to you i hated him 5% less

2 "Ummm. I do think it’s a little weird that you’ve read multiple PD books, and even finished the DN series… especially since you were looking forward to Will. Because I hated Will for the first three books and if I weren’t curious about Emory, I wouldn’t have finished the series at all."

KO, you've underestimated a loyal hate reader's journey of hate reading 😂��i love pd's writing and i love some of their books that were not DN because of the chemistry of the main lovers (theyre not bad as many have said actually), but i still hated the ongoing misogynistic dynamic that they always had in their books. Its like having an author that you majorly like what they do, but their side mistakes were big enough to irritate you so you remember them, kinda thing. Do you have these kinds of author that feel like this towards? To answer this simply: pd's books are like worms for brain for me. Like when i read books by Colleen hoover, or hd carlton, sophie lark, lauren asher, or susanne valnti &peckham. It's the kind of toxicity you need from time to time but still get mad and disappointed by your low expectation at their shit ass plot and mfcs and fmcs anyway, yk. 

KO, i cant lie, im just a hater first, a hate reader second and a reader third 🤣 once i stop, i cnat quit. Like damon torrance, that punk ass devils night philosopher said, sometimes you just want to feel everything including the ugly ones you know, and like michael crist the logician, you just gotta own it, before it owns you, GOD HAHAHAH i cant believe im using them as my metaphors right now!! Please bare with me here.

3 "I also find it equally weird that your first impulse after finishing a series you hate is to go to the tag of the character you hated the most? I mean, I’ve definitely clicked on hot-takes I know I’m going to disagree with and hate-read things, but it’s not my go-to."

hmm? KO, i think... youre just not as toxic of a reader than me, ohmygod, im so sorry! 🤣☠️ im really of those people that will immideately look up one and two star ratings on goodreads so that i know my feelings and thoughts were validated by other haters, lmao! Do not mind me, its not a good thing, but like damon torrance said, live, love, laugh, and hate, you know 🤩

4 thank you so much for your recs, i also actually grew up watching hana yori dongo! I watched the kdrama version too but idk if i'll watch the thai version. I have less patient for dramas now unfortunately, and the last drama i watched was "celebrity" on netflix, and i still havent finished it, even after 3 month ☠️ I used to love kdramas and lee minho was so popular back then, so i also watched him in "the heirs" too. Ohmygod his hairsyles in both dramas (boys over flowers and the heirs) were so funny, but i remember enjoying these stories a lot. I believe these two kdramas were released during the time where kdramas were having a lot more angsty romantic relationship than platonic ones and they both stood out among many others, not only because of lee minho, park shinhye and bunch of k-idols acting there, but also because of the friendships and platonic relationships shown that were fun to watch. It's a break from other dramas like moon embracing the sun, or my love from another star that were romance-heavy, yk. But tbh, i prefer my love from another star and moon embracing the sun more than bof/hyd and the heirs. If there are two recs i'd like to give you, they would be "hotel del luna" and "sky castle". God damn, i cried in every single episode watching these two dramas. They really touched my soul, everything was so good!

5 i havent scrolled through your blog and notice your recs for sempre, but from your recs, i checked and saw its goodreads rating and it's pretty high! Maybe i'll check it out if im interested. Seems like a mafia gang story? I need to be in the mood to be reading mafia stories because my first ones were from reading kpop mafia fanfics from years ago and the latest and the last one were the made series by danielle lori. The made series were entertaining but i noticed that i didnt care much about mafias? Hahahahah idk, and idc much about vampires, and wolf stories either, but i like faes. Not Sarah j maas type of faes, but holly black's and cassandra clare's. The ones that are beautiful, creepy, complicated and loves/have to lie but cant. So yeah, thanks for recommending sempre!

6 as for alex, im tired of her, and honestly i dont want to think about her anymore. I'll pretend nightfall alex never existed, and nightfall will grayson fucking died a gruesome death, becoming of two stupid selfish best friends who think theyre the only suffering in this world. You know this reminded me of a quote by madeline miller's Circe that really fits will's selfish behaviour especially in blackchurch: “He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.” thats exctly how i felt throughout blackchurch. Because emmy always had to heavylift whatever bullshit that alexwillaydin put out to her. And as someone who was so used to just move forward and not caring about her small losses because she had suffered worse, emmy just had to act like she was okay with all the little hurts and cruelty cause by people, just because she loved them/will and wanted to not give up on him and give him a second chance, because he was hurting and she understood that he cared then (🙄). Good thing, she admitted she was at fault partly too, but god, i hated when she felt like she need to go above and beyond for a man who admitted didnt care enough about her. Gods, these mf men need therapy frfr.

7 "I truly am sorry that it was such a bad experience for you. You’re welcome to stick around, but I’m sure since you hated so much, you’re ready to move on after unloading like that. But it’s all good either way. I hope you’re on to better and better things." 

No need to be sorry, but you're right, i'm starting some new reads right now, and idk why, but kandi steiner, liz tomforde and laura pavlov really do be hitting with their releases!! Like their stories are not dark romance so tat cleansed me from devils night series a bit, and they are so fun to read! They gave me melanie harlow's vibes. If anyone's interested, i suggest checking out Blindside by Kandi Steiner, Right Move by Liz Tomforde, and all of these four authors backlogs tbh. Kandi Steiner even have like a college frat series? Which i havent checked out but it sounds fun, and its called Palm South University series.

I dont have anything else to add as well, thank you for reading my rants, have a nice day! I think this will be my last one, so goodbye!

KO, you've underestimated a loyal hate reader's journey of hate reading

Hey!! Okay. This is very helpful! Thank you for the insight. I’m not a stranger to hate watching/reading and (used to) do it frequently. And I would complain to all my friends about all the horrible stuff that was happening, but they knew I was having a good time.

It’s harder when I don’t really know who I’m talking to, to tell if I should take it seriously or if they’re enjoying the trash like me. We’re completely on the same page in that case so ignore very thing I said about not getting it. If you’re having a good time hating it, I got you!

i think... youre just not as toxic of a reader than me, ohmygod, im so sorry!

I might not be anymore but I definitely used to be, ngl. And I don’t know if you can end up running a DN blog without having some toxicity left in you??? I mean. We’re not here because this work was a masterpiece, am I right?

I don’t currently have any authors I must read/hate-read. Like I’ve said, I haven’t had the time to get into a lot of new stuff lately, and my tastes have changed. They could always change back, since reading is a mood-based activity. For now, though, I’ve left the dark and toxic behind for something that makes me feel good about the world.

i also actually grew up watching hana yori dongo! I watched the kdrama version too but idk if i'll watch the thai version. I have less patient for dramas now unfortunately

Oh my god the Kdrama! It was my first Kdrama. Fond memories. And no worries, I haven’t touched any drama in years. Truthfully, I think the only reason I can get into the Thai version is because of the familiarity.

but from your recs, i checked and saw its goodreads rating and it's pretty high! Maybe i'll check it out if im interested. Seems like a mafia gang story?  

It is, kinda? But it’s really layered, with a good plot and great characters. I could ramble about it for a while, but I don’t think anyone is interested currently, so I won’t burden you with it 😂

holly black's and cassandra clare's

I did really like the folk of the air series, and I read the spiderwick chronicles in middle school, but I haven’t gone back to holly black in a long time. I did want to read the new one but haven’t had the chance.

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Oof Alex. Now that I know where you’re coming from, I can completely agree. I’ve been re-reading and analyzing her intro in Nightfall and how weird it was; how it derailed everything in the worse way. Sometimes, when writers are stuck on where to go with a scene or plot, there’s a tactic that’s recommended: have someone walk in with a gun. It causes enough of a upheaval to keep the plot moving. I’m not sure if that was what Alex was supposed to do, but it really didn’t work for me for a lot of reasons.

Because emmy always had to heavylift whatever bullshit that alexwillaydin put out to her. And as someone who was so used to just move forward and not caring about her small losses because she had suffered worse, emmy just had to act like she was okay with all the little hurts and cruelty cause by people,

Yes! She had to work so hard just for a little, and what killed me the most is reading her scenes where she agrees with them.

She has the moments of clarity, where it seems she remembers why she did what she did, and she's not sorry, and that she wasn’t to blame for what happened to Will. Then next minute… she’s back to blaming herself for no reason? I’ve said many times before that Emory’s guilt is misplaced, and at certain times, it can’t be ignored that it was really PD pushing this “Emory deserves this” narrative, but I just can’t jive with it at all. There's a question on her good reads page where she says that she thinks Will is the most justified in his hatred.

And just... no. He's not. Literally none of them were justified in their hatred. They had the right to feel wronged. Sometimes we feel wronged, even if we carry some of the blame for what happened. But to say they were justified is just over the line. I really wish PD had more balance when it come to assigning blame. I think this series would have benefitted if one of the themes of the story was that everyone makes decisions, and right or wrong, we have to living with them. These are the consequences.

Like their stories are not dark romance so tat cleansed me from devils night series a bit, and they are so fun to read!

Yeah, it’s always nice to find something new that works! Thanks for the recs. I hope if anyone is looking, they’ll look them up. Sorry I didn’t have more strong female friendships, but they can be tough to find in todays romance climate.

I totally get you not coming back. It was absolutely a blast talking to you and thanks for the clarification! It always helps.

Have a great one, KO

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📄,❔, 📝, 🗣, 🤔 for any series/wips you've got!

yes I already answered some of these for mis but there is ALWAYS MORE TO SAY SO

📄What’s a WIP you never finished that you would like to go back and revisit?

Shimateru family AU is another I'd like to go back to someday, I've got a number of WIPs for that one but in PARTICULAR: the Shimazaki+Shou fic, the Hotaru+Serizawa fic, and the one where Teru wakes up from his coma are all ones I'm hoping to clean up and post someday! Still have so much love for that AU arghh.

❔Choose a random WIP and talk about it.

Barely qualifies as a WIP, considering I have barely written anything of it, but: current brainrot is this fic about Azuma Squad winding up stranded somewhere in the Neighborhood, in which Azuma is injured and incapacitated and Okudera and Koarai are trying to take care of him and survive. I'm not sure where it's going, it's mostly running on vibes right now, but I'm just EXTREMELY feral thinking about those boys relying on each other in a desperate situation, unable to lean on Azuma for support this time because he's the one who needs protection and care right now. WEH. It's got very... post-apocalypse, survival horror type flavor, except not really an apocalypse unless you count the very localized apocalypse of one particular planet-nation falling to pieces around them.

(It's funny, actually, because I've always said Azuma would be super great in a survival horror setting, except now the one time I've actually placed him there, he's not actually doing any of the survival things and instead has to be cared for by his kids, haha. I guess the Azuma whump was inevitable though.)

📝Share a snippet of an unposted WIP, with or without context.

i put ranazu in the last post so... have some haiizu~

Hyrein finds himself stroking Izumi’s hair, and the boy leans into the touch. His eyes open to slits, tears clinging to his lashes and slipping down his cheeks. “H-hyrein-sama?” “Yes.” The confirmation makes Izumi’s body relax, just slightly, and for some reason some tension seeps out of Hyrein, too. “Hurts,” Izumi whimpers. “Still hurts.” “I know. I’m sorry.” And he means it. He doesn’t regret his decision, not exactly, but– he wishes there were an easier way. If he could protect Izumi from the pain of this process, he would have. “It won’t be long now. You’re healing, and you’ll be stronger for this. You’ll see.”

🗣️Talk about your favourite WIP

I've already talked a bit about Afto AU, but I'll just go more specific - my favorite WIP from that series so far might be what I've written about Izumi recovering from having horns implanted (a bit of which may or may not be quoted on this very post). It's such a turning point in his relationship with Hyrein, AND with Yuuma, both of whom are also stressed to the breaking point over Izumi's recovery, if for slightly different reasons. It's gonna be MESSY and I absolutely love it. Too bad it's quite a ways off in the timeline though haha, lots to do before I get there.

🤔Do you have an WIPs where you wish you had chosen a different fandom/character?

Hmm, not really... everything I write tends to be so specific to the characters that I can't imagine transposing it. WHICH sounds a bit silly because I do revisit my favorite tropes/AU "genres" a lot across multiple fandoms, but even then, it's the subtle variation that makes them fun... so it's hard to imagine any of my fics coming into existence in quite the same way in a different fandom or ship.

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