#I found myself a favourite character and I am not even half way through the book yet

[gengar-on-staircase]

'Siege And Storm' by Leigh Bardugo.

#meme #sturmhond #I found myself a favourite character and I am not even half way through the book yet #alina starkov #malyen oretsev #siege and storm #shadow and bone books #the grisha trilogy #grishaverse #leigh bardugo #memes #book memes #books #fantasy books #fantasy #tumblr books #bookblr #booklr

[twosoulss77]

I don't know who needs to hear this, but you are allowed to have a favourite ship, canon or not, out of a particular show.

Shipping is just a way for artist and what not to explore different dynamics, or even their own. That’s why I believe we should let people enjoy what they like, without forcing our own image of a certain spectrum into them. Especially cause shaming those people, for trying to explore their identity through art, might cause actual harm to them or cause them to not enjoy doing what they like anymore, bc of hateful comments from someone who hides behind a fake identity to hate on a fictional ship, which in itself it’s a very sad and pathetic way to live, but just cause your life is miserable doesn’t mean you need to make others people’s life miserable you know. Go touch Grass when you feel like being a dick!!!

As an AroAce fellow with no desire for a sexual relationship, I applaud and adore all those people making content of my fav husbands, let it be a fics smut or just normal fluff, I love it all SO MUCH Hazbin Hotel ep 5 changed my whole chemistry, and Say what you will about radioapple / appleradio, but I will always be entertained by the idea of Lucifer angrily doing acts of kindness for Alastor because it's what ‘Charlie would want’, and Alastor being a stupid ‘Bambi’ and try to wiggle himself out of it at the beginning, but then realise that he actually doesn’t mind the king of hell company at all. Both slowly growing to actually tolerate and maybe even like being around the other. Exchanging snarky remarks in a more playful way, playing music together, telling dad jokes, hating on the same delusions glorified iPad …like there is so much potential there that it’s crazy how much it pisses people off. It might be cause I am a sucker for Enemies to Friends to Lovers, but by God if that isn’t the best trope.

I know there will be some smart people out there, that are gonna be like “Alastor is ace”, but so are half the people who ship him!!! I hate when people make assumption on us, on who and how we want to love. I might not be interested in participating in sexual stuff myself, but that doesn’t stop me to explore my own ace-spectrum with these two characters, who if they wanted to could and would kiss each other, Cause for one I says so, I have the power to make that happen *insert hysterical laugh* And second It was confirmed that Alastor is a repulsed Ace, but would also be down to date someone if they were strong asf, (Confirmed in a stream, take that with a grain of salt) which makes this ship even more possible than others.

Al being Aroace, doesn't mean he can't date or have sex, he's just not all that interested in it, but that could also derive from the fact that he hasn’t found the right person yet, so it doesn’t feel important to him yet. (fun fact aromantic wasn't the part of my struggle accepting that I was aroace it was actually accepting I was ace bc of my hyper sexual tendencies)

Also Alastor being aro just makes radioapple infinitely more funny to me, or any relationship with him for that matter. He is just this 7 feet tall demon with zero interest in romance, but always managing to find himself having beef with someone, possibly a guy, and act like he is either about to kiss or kill him XD

I really needed to get this off my chest and I absolutely mean every thing I said in here. Everyone has their own likes and dislikes, but you'll be surprised to see how much happier you will be when you stop focusing on what other people are doing and instead focus on what you like.

Thanks for listening 😊💜

#aromantic #asexual #radioapple #appleradio #hazbin hotel 2024 #hazbin hotel alastor #ace in the hole #radiostatic #hazbin hotel #alastor altruist #lucifer morningstar

[sapphicneige]

Chapters: 11/? Words: 37936 Rating: M Main Relationship: Blake Belladonna/Yang Xiao Long Main Characters: Blake, Yang, Ruby, Weiss, Ilia, Sun, and all the other faves Other Tags: Alternate universe - modern, angst, past abuse, overcoming trauma, hurt/comfort, healing, slow burn, eventual smut

Summary: Blake is just a bartender. Yang is one of the most famous singers in the world. Through a series of mishaps, Yang ends up agreeing to perform at the bar that Blake works at.

Despite all their differences, they both recognise something in the other. But it's not like it could ever lead to anything… right?

This could potentially be the last update this fic gets, if you're curious, I've copied a lot of ramblings over from the notes on the fic and they'll be below:

Okay so... with this chapter releasing we have now overtaken where I ended up stopping writing this story well over a year ago now. I hinted that the notes at the beginning of this chapter will be long, but I actually think I'm going to break it up a little bit so the notes at the end of the chapter will probably contain more of what I wanted to say.

So, I should probably address the first question you might have. What does catching up mean for this story? Firstly, it will not be a weekly release anymore. I can't really say when new chapters will release, or if there even will be any more. I know when I started posting this, I didn't intend to continue past this chapter, however, the second half of this chapter didn't exist back then and, in writing it, I definitely regained some inspiration to continue this story. Currently, I definitely want to keep updating this story, but I currently can't promise how often I'll be able to update or how long I'll be able to keep it up. I think I've mentioned before, but my writing style has changed so much since I wrote this story, so that's also been difficult to wrap my head around as well. I'm going to ask for a little bit of feedback, but would it be okay if there was just a shift in writing style (no direct internal thoughts for Blake, more descriptions of stuff, etc)? Like would that be too much of a change or something? I'd really like to hear your feedback on things.

Okay, so... time to just let my heart out a little bit. Thank you to everyone who has read this far into the story. Especially if you left a comment. I don't know if you realise just how much this story means to me to actually have it posted. I wrote this at a time when I was lost, not really knowing what I was doing with my life or anything. It started simply as an idea, taking my love of the song end of a life by Calliope Mori, which was still new at the time, and combining it with inspiration from a few different fics that are still some of my favourite fics of all time. In particular, let you see my wilder side (if i can see your bones) by explosivesky and you're a mountain, full of glory by lescousinsdangereux. Both these stories heavily influenced this story in some way, be it through how I was even going to start the fic, to some of the premise, to just inspiring me and making me want to write. They're both way more popular than anything I've written, but if you've never read either of them, then please go check them out!

I remember, as I was writing this, I sort of found myself, remembered why I used to like writing and felt myself swept up in the story as I used to before the writing break that basically lasted a couple of years. I would not be where I am today without this story, and I wouldn't be writing today without this story. I think that's why I want to continue it so badly, there's just so much love that I have for this story and I wish to see it finished, even if it's definitely got inconsistencies across it, I wish I could just go back and rewrite so much, but I also feel it just... wouldn't work to actually rewrite most of it. Sure, I could just go back and update things to how I write now, but that wouldn't feel right to me. It would ruin the story for me and it wouldn't be what it is. That's why I'm a little unsure whether I'll be continuing it or just leaving it as is as well. It's just hard to really focus on what the right thing to do is.

I think I'll leave things here for now. I would really appreciate any comments that you feel like leaving. It's the best way to show support, give feedback, or do anything really.

#rwby blake #bumbleby #rwby #fanfic #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #rwby fanfiction #blake x yang #bmblb #modern au #rwby fanfic #rwby au #rwby yang

[maxwellohwell]

Just a lil ramble vent

No one warns you about how brutal the transition from sheltered teenager to functioning adult is. All I've ever wanted was freedom, I love it. I was born an observer, its just in my nature. I love existing with the environment around me. I love walking in the rain, watching houses and cars and trees and boats and signs out from the window of a bus or a train, my favourite colours are pink or sunshine yellow but I always cave for a spooky grey/blue/purple colour scheme, my favourite food has always been spaghetti bolognese or pancakes, and the only times I remember that I am not a disembodied voice is when I look at myself in the mirror and dont identify with the body that I am in because I see myself as more of a concept then a human being. I've always been the secondary character in the stories of the people around me who always had something going on. In those stories I was the love interest who was too busy staring out the window to notice anything around them, I was the creepy mean "goth" that was added into the series to say weird stuff for laughs and to spite the protagonists, I was the best friend with bad advice, I was the child who was never allowed to grow up bc that meant her mother was growing old. Freedom feels like the morning sun beaming onto your face through fluffy white clouds or a day full of peaceful rain, and for me the only time I feel the warm rays of hope and tranquility is when chasing it hasn't been beaten out of me with the worried words of my overly paranoid mother or the judgemental looks of the people who can read the script.

So over the past weeks I've been moving out. I turned 18 half a year ago and my life has been slowly sinking like a ship for a while now. My mother is getting evicted and so I finally get to jump ship. Not exactly the "running away to the sunny city without telling anybody, going to the gym dressed as barbie while drinking a strawberry mango smoothie and getting money for writing emails in an office cubical" escape plan, but falling in love (i think, I dont entirely know if I even know what romantic attraction feels like) despite the fact that I live for being entirely alone and moving in with him works ig. But I've found myself in this weird tug-a-war while Im stuck between the two places, where I feel the beginnings of the freedom I've been wanting while Im away but then I need to go back to roleplaying an 8 yr old to survive. My mental health decreases while Im in that environment where I cant make my own choices, but I re-enter the adult world every few days and I feel paralyzed by the fear that Im going to break an unspoken rule and get yelled at for existing without supervision. Becoming an adult is very much just learning that its okay to exist and then teaching urself all the stuff you know that you dont know that you should know but you weren't taught bc growing up is illegal.

My entire life so far has been me waiting for this moment and I feel like Im wasting it by having these cognitive behavioural issues even though developing those wasn't at all my fault. One of my most vivid memories from highschool was walking with the vice principal while I was on my way to class. We happened to be going in the same direction and she started talking about how much she missed being young and free and how I should "treasure my teenage years while I still have them", and I remember that so clearly because of how little sense it made to me. My teenage years had no walks in the rain because "what if your kidnapped", my teenage years had no car rides because we were poor, my teenage years had no train rides because I had no where to go, my teenage years had no pink because I had to be the scary mean "goth" girl because no one messes with you if ur scary enough, my teenage years had no pancakes or spaghetti because I wasnt allowed to use the stovetop. How am I supposed to appreciate that? As an adult, you are in control. You shouldn't take your eyes off the road while you're driving. In my adult life I am happy. Everyday I wake up at 6am-8am, make my bed and watch youtube while I eat my pancakes, brush my teeth, go walk on the beach if I feel up to it, then I either go to the job that I love bc I chose it or play video games, do some chores, then I watch youtube with my boyfriend until I fall asleep. I do not want to leave that.

[ciaossu-imagines]

Admin prompt 12

“Describe yourself how you would describe a character you’re introducing”

I am extremely curious 👀👀

Also I hope no one is bullying you in the asks box! Haven't asked for a bit because I was worried you got overwhelmed.

Att. Saiyuki boys person

Thank you so much for checking on me! You’re so incredibly sweet, my Saiyuki boys anon! (Also, like, bless you and the one other Saiyuki follower I have for helping keep this fandom alive!) I actually only had one more rude message after those first couple I complained about, so I lucked out there. I think, because I addressed them publicly in a separate post, without naming them or publishing their words, they didn’t quite get the attention I’m sure they were after and moved on, which I’m very happy for and I had so many supportive readers, so thank you all once again. And thank you for this really interesting, surprising request, though Goddamn, I admit it’s probably the hardest thing I’ve ever written because when asked to describe myself, I tend to just give basic stats – height, eye and hair colour, visible markings…basically, whatever you’d note down when conducting an autopsy, haha! I have rewritten this countless times and am just saying fuck it, and I’m just going to bore everyone by narrating the last ten to fifteen minutes of my life as if I was writing a scene in a book.

A sudden gust of wind whipped by, blowing her hair all over the place. Oh well, it was messy anyway, hastily whipped up into a bun held in place by a pen when an elastic couldn’t be found quickly enough for her liking. Taking one last draw off her cigarette, eyes taking in the gorgeous blue of the sky as her thoughts wandered, she half-turned and tossed the cigarette into the butt can, dousing it with the bottle of water she kept outside for just that reason. She sighed and allowed herself to bask just a bit longer in the warmth and atmosphere of the day outside as she pulled out her phone and scrolled through the to-do list she’d made for the day yet again. Ticking off the latest completed task, she shook her head and, half-smiling that crooked smile of hers, stood and stretched before heading back inside.

Her feet padded audibly across the floors of her apartment and though she tried to avoid the creaky spot in the floor, she hit it once again, not quite used to her new place enough to have guessed the correct spot. Damn…she hoped she didn’t have neighbours trying to sleep underneath her. Though she was surprisingly light on her feet and quick for both her size and height, she always worried she was making just a bit too much noise when it came to disturbing her neighbours.

Making her way quickly into her  kitchen, with the click of a button she set the coffee going into her favourite mug (chipping now, but she hated to throw it out – who knew when she’d find another Inigo Montoya mug, after all?). Her thoughts seemed to be going a million miles a minute, so many ideas and plots and stories whooshing around without rhyme or reason, and she groaned, lifting a hand to rub at her tired eyes, pushing her glasses up into her mess of dark hair. She should probably clean those while she waited, honestly, and she reached up to pull the thick-rimmed tortoiseshell frames from their perch before giving them an almost thoughtless, habitual wipe with the bottom edge of the baggy, stained, ripped but incredibly comfortable Nirvana hoodie that was always her go-to on writing days.

The coffee shut off and she prepared to add in the usual, swinging herself up on the little pink stool in the kitchen to reach the cupboard where she kept the creamer and sugar. It seemed that no matter where she lived, kitchens just really weren’t built for short people. Even standing on tiptoes, she was just barely able to reach the second shelf of the upper cupboards…God, someday, she swore she’d have enough money to buy a place and have the kitchen custom built for people five feet and under. See how all those tall people struggled then!

Her feet knew just where to go though, after she tossed the spoon in the sink, and with coffee in hand, she headed back to her desk and the computer. A click of the mouse brought the word document back up onto the screen and her brown eyes scanned the sentences already typed onto the page. Small, broad hands, stubby fingered, with nails kept almost brutally short but brightly polished (chipping – she’d have to redo that before work tomorrow) settled onto the keyboard. Please let me find all the words this time, all the sentences to get my thoughts properly to all of them, she prayed before the air was filled with the sound of keystrokes, fast and forceful.

#event ask #about the admin #i have such sweet readers

[ficsandfandom]

The Commoner’s Guide To Bedding A Royal (+ sequel) by OlivieBlake

AMAZING!!! i read the first fic- which actually made me fall in LOVE- and read the second one today bc i didn’t realise it existed and arghhh so good!

preface- me? not a fan of the monarchy or, esp rn, the state of the UK in general HOWEVER this fic managed somehow to humanise them to me more than any possible PR move they could’ve done.

well, it was a mix of liking them bc aww and also bc they’re my fav characters🫶🫶 and low-key high key hating them bc ew.

now back to normal- OlivieBlake is an amazing author. her writing style in general is just one of my absolute favs, there’s always so many quotes- hell, whole paragraphs- from her her fics that i save and this was no different.

the way she writes relationships and thoughts are esp my absolute favourite and if i could write half as well, i’d die happy.

the fic itself is a Muggle!AU based around the royal family and the little tidbits were so much fun to spot- even as someone who doesn’t know a great deal about them.

the CHARACTERS omg!!! habits and quirks are what make characters but the sheer RANGE and QUALITY of her characters- esp her OCs- are just amazing. it’s so so easy to fall in love with them and the whole story is written through such a sensitive lens.

Blake is much nicer to the royal family than, i confess, i am or would be, but it is so so effective- there’s no attempt really to try and hide behind any moral shield. it’s, imo, quite realistic seeming and i think, a fair depiction.

it is ofc a dramione romance so they’re at the heart of it, along with all the dramione side pairing favs:

HANSY, my absolute darlings!!

Theo and Daphne are power coupling their way through life<33

Blaise and Neville and Percy and Astoria are slaying- no pairing spoiler here xx

Padma makes a leading role later on in the fics and becomes a fav very quickly.

hell i found myself loving rita!!

the women are amazing in this, the attitudes of the Firm, the tabloids and the british public towards them boiled my blood- both due to principle ofc and the frustrating accuracy in real life.

there’s a lot of frustrating accuracy to real life. be warned. it was written in the 2019/2020 era. i think. don’t quote me- second was i think idk abt the first x

the malfoys are ofc malfoy-ing their way throughout the fics and it’s the regular amount of trying to sort through feelings towards them tbh

anyway- rlly good, go read!!

#i reccomend it #book reccomendation #bookblr #ao3 fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #dramione #the commoner’s guide to bedding a royal #olivie blake #i would still die for theo #and blaise #and at times #pansy #the women stay slaying

[kireshai]

Here's the rest of my top 15 BLs.

Once again a warning that some of the gifs are pretty spoilery for some of the shows.

I did the top 2 tiers of my favourites (8/15) in the first post, to be found here.

This consists of my third tier of favourites, entitled:

Damn I Still Love This Tier So Much

RakDiao

I'm putting RakDiao first in this post because it has received very little attention comparitively, so I want to encourage more people to watch it. It's more a traditional sitcom with a gay romance, but it's so funny and really adorable. It does have laugh track, which I personally found grating, but it's so worth withstanding that. The plot is enemies to lovers with flipping power dynamics depending on whether the characters are at home or work and you should go watch it now on the official youtube channel.

Cherry Magic

Oh my god, Cherry Magic is just so goddamn wholesome. You'd think that a story with mind-reading would have so much potential for horny cringe, but Kurosawa is the definition of purity even while jonesing after Adachi like it's no-one's business. Featuring writing sappy love poetry in his head while on a bus, there is not a BL sweeter than this one.

Word of Honor

Honestly, I don't know how people manage to categorise this as bromance. It's so very very gay, Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu are basically married about a third of the way through. There's a cast of really great supporting characters, but I do think some of the political intrigue drags at times. It is also not the happiest of endings, even taking into account the mini-epilogue.

TharnType

I am quite happy to admit I like Mame shows, especially when they have chemistry as good as in TharnType. We can just ignore that Mew looks all of his 25-or-so years while playing a 19-year-old. I love this melodramatic mess and its production values are pretty damn high. A warning to anyone who hasn't heard of it that there's some trigger warnings regarding sexual assault both in the story itself and in backstory.

Tonhon Chonlatee

I'm... sorry? Tonhon Chonlatee is very funny. That's it. I love how insane it is - they had me with the Wuxia naughty dreams and lethal abstinence and I loved the rest of the wacky ride. Also featuring a very babby Neo as best-boy Na.

Not Me

I was told that Not Me was not very BL until it suddenly was 7 episodes in, but that is a lie and it is very BL the whole way through. There's some really interesting themes on show here, and some great performances that I really loved. I do think it was a bit soapbox in the way it presented the themes at times, but overall it was really enjoyable. Shout out to First and Gawin who really shone in their intensely emotional scenes.

KinnPorsche

Good lord the love and money behind this show. The production values are top notch and it is so obvious that the people involved really cared about what they were making. I found myself very much caught up in the Vegas and Pete storyline in the latter half, but can you blame me with how well they both performed? That being said, this show was solid through and through, with amazing creatives pulling it together from start to finish.

And that's it from me for now. I hope at the very least I may have opened someone's eyes to an unknown gem today.

#bl drama #rak diao #not me the series #cherry magic #kinnporsche the series #tharntype #tonhon chonlatee #word of honor

[fayoftheforest]

Hello! 💡🖤🔔🍙🥒 please! :)

Ask is in reference to this ask game. Thank you for the ask!

💡- What’s a idea you’ve enjoyed but never/couldn’t write?

Every now and then I muse to myself about "Through Hell And Back." The premise is that a regular high school AU Kyle, angsting about moving away to college, starts waking up in different AU universes and has no idea why. He has to solve whatever Big Dilemma is going on there before he can move onto the next universe. The themes would be about fear of independence and the unknown, and his main character arc would follow him building up confidence in his ability to adapt and find his feet in new situations. However, the reason I'll probably never write it is because I am fixated on the idea of him waking up in the specific AUs that I've already written (SPC, SIAB, and the upcoming Deny Me And Be Doomed), and I think that would be wayyy too niche to publish to a general audience and expect them all to get the references to my other works. So, for now, it'll just stay right inside my head!

(More answers under the cut :)

🖤 - What is your favourite book/author?

Outside of fandom, my favourite book is The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. It’s an absolutely marvellous, thrilling and heart wrenching story about young boys getting roped into gang violence in the 50s. The author wrote it when she was just 17 and it is generally considered to be the first ever YA novel so it’s a pretty big deal!! But even if you’re not into literary fiction, the charming narrative voice is easy to read and super fun. Inside of fandom, my ultimate respect goes out to our founding fathers Hollycomb and SekritOMG. The sheer quality and quantity of their works will never cease to amaze me. I would walk barefoot across a bed of hot coals just to shake their hands.

🔔 - What compliment meant the most to you regarding your writing? (offline or online)

I don’t generally rank compliments when I get them because they all mean so much to me! But one that has stuck with me was from an Ao3 guest user named “help” who left: “I want this whole story with no details lefr behind tattooed on mh left asscheek” on The Craig Tucker Hate Club. That really meant a lot to me <3

🍙 - What story (fanfiction or published work) had the biggest impact on you?

Again, hard to measure, so I’ll go with the one that I’ve thought about the most after finishing it, which was Herbert Garrison’s Night School For Unwed Fathers. There’s this one bit where Stan asks Kyle if he’s happy, who replies, “Happiness is a dog sunning itself on a rock,” quoting “some poet.” And that really stuck with me, because I love the idea that there's no such thing as "the meaning of life," and all we can really do is seek out joy in small moments. I used to think about that phrase all the time. "Happiness is a dog sunning itself on a rock." Then one day I wondered where it first came from, so I looked it up, and learnt that all this time I'd only known half of it. That the full quote is, "Happiness is a dog sunning itself on a rock. We were not put on this earth to be happy. We were put here to experience great things." And I was kind of upset, because this whole time I'd been reassuring myself with something that means the total opposite of what I thought. That we do have a purpose, but that purpose is not happiness. But because it was such a habitual thing to repeat to myself, I kept saying it - the right way this time. "Happiness is a dog, sunning itself on a rock. We were not put on this earth to be happy. We were put here to experience great things." And, slowly, I began to find a different kind of comfort in it. It shifted the focus from the source to the emotion. Instead of dismissing pain, the full version addresses the guilt that comes with sadness, the 'Why aren't I happy when I should be?' Because happiness is a dog sunning itself on a rock, that's why. Because that's not who I am. I'm not sure I really believe that anyone put me here, but I think that 'to experience great things' is the closest meaning to life I'll ever accept. To experience great sadness. To experience great anger. To experience great joy. To experience great embarrassment after monologuing in some silly Tumblr ask game.

🥒 - What is a writing style/AU/trope you would like to try out?

I’d like to try writing in a more literary fiction style. I don’t do it often because it’s still quite challenging to me and requires a lot of heavy editing and rewrites, but I enjoy the depth that kind of language brings. My first fic for K2 week, “Pushing Up Daisies,” is in a somewhat literary style, so I hope people will enjoy that when it comes out on September 1st! Some upcoming AUs in K2 week that I’m going to try out are a western AU (day 3), a soulmate AU (day 4) and a SOT au (day 5)! Very much looking forward to writing them :)

Thanks again for your ask!

#ask #ask game #south park

[teafiend]

I came to Beyond Evil with biased eyes, and surprisingly, despite how amazing the show was, from the cast/performances, characters, writing, plot/twists, cinematography/visuals and a few of its OST tracks, those biases were still at work, and the show did not manage to engage my tears and/emotions as anticipated. Besides my personal biases at work, I think the intense plot/twists were quite a bit of a distraction in terms of emotional investment (for me). I was on my metaphorical toes in terms of who could be involved, and was hesitant to pick favourites until at least more than halfway through the show. While the first half was fantastic in its twists, I could enjoy the second half more, when it was much clearer what’s up and it was more about the journey towards the ending.

(A rewatch would likely result in more emotional investment in the characters and show, but am mostly interested in my rare pair fanvids from the show at the moment).

I was watching the final leg of “Nobody Knows” while marathoning BE, and while BE is undoubtedly the superior production and show, I find myself “liking” Nobody more than BE at times. (NK is a great show too but from more “objective lenses”, BE is certainly on a “higher level”). Just goes to show that being able to invest in a favourite character(s) made for a very different viewing experience. And I prefer that NK had more slow, quiet character moments which were not upended by another twist, unlike BE. The pacing for the plot twists in both shows were solid but the turns in BE had more urgency, which made for better suspense and thrills, locking in interest for more. As a thriller/mystery, BE truly aced in the writing and direction, but I simply preferred NK for its periodic small, calm moments.

In a way, I would say BE is similar to “Nirvana in Fire” for me. A magnificent story/production/show with memorable characters, performances and writing, but could only at most engage my mind and a minor part of my heart, not consume it.

Perhaps I felt some of the dramatic scenes in BE were made for the shock/twisty factor, so the “melodrama” felt more forced to me. I know these type of scenes and effect work with many people, just unfortunate that I don’t often derive much emotional poignancy from them. Often, they just felt cheesy. This is less a criticism of the choices taken by the show than an indictment of my own preferences. (Or maybe I just have less tears for shows like these nowadays).

Shows like “Signal” and “When the Camellia Blooms” were major tearjerkers (heavy blues for a period too) for me, while “Missing”, “Nobody Knows” and “Beyond Evil” were quite mid. I expect the shows were also written and produced/shot with certain desirable emotional effects in mind, and certain elements resonated more with me than others, through no fault of the writing, characters and/or performances.

Despite my own feelings - or lack thereof - for these particular shows, there are no doubts that all are fantastic productions worthy of the time spent on them. With regards to BE, while I didn’t “feel” the hype, I certainly did get why it received the praises it did. The storyline, performances/characters etc were quite mind-blowing, and the twist and turns kept me glued to the screen even when I found some of the interactions between the characters a tiny tad tedious.

As for the finale, I definitely enjoyed Nobody’s more than BE because NK gave more time for a satisfactory peace at the end for its main protagonist (and side characters). BE did show a satisfactory “epilogue” of sorts too, but I wished it was a bit longer.

Could not deny that “climatic scenes” don’t work their magic all that much on me nowadays either, but that’s really a me problem. After all, even the much touted climax for “The Guest” (a favourite) did not resonate with me as much as the small, mundane character moments did (which I have rewatched numerous times vs the ending). Most significantly, I suppose, is the much more pronounced bias I have with shows nowadays. Men-fest, their pain/conflicts and “bromance” bore me to no end, unfortunately, and I would venture to say that that was likely the biggest problem with NiF and BE for me, in terms of emotional receptivity. Without that few outstanding - and beloved female characters - in both shows, i.e. Consort Jing and Yoo Jae Yi (and the few others), they would not have managed to engage a part of my heart.

Hence the reason for my “preference” for Nobody Knows. Cha Young Jin has all my love and following her journey of justice and “healing” was satisfying. Yoo Jae Yi (and a lesser extent Oh Ji Hwa) captured my attention and emotions in BE, but they are not the main characters, resulting in little emotional engagement. All the characters in both shows were memorable and fascinating, but you simply love who you love.

All said, Nobody Knows and Beyond Evil were both amazing shows deserving of their accolades, and I was very glad to have completed both (in time to welcome 2023).

(Looking forward to a few days of fangirling and simping over Cha Young Jin and Yoo Jae Yi ❤️‍🔥⭐️)

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[edgelord-dl6]

MUN AND MUSE QUESTIONS ♡

List 5 of your muse’s favourite sensations.

The feel of hard polished wood beneath his palm

The taste of perfectly brewed sencha

The sight of that man, across the court room

The smell of autumn, clean and cold

The sound of the Steel Samurai opening jingle...

Do they have any pet peeves?

like...so many. everything seems to annoy him, but that’s mostly because of his facial expression. he hates when people ramble, chew too loud, touch him too much, invade his personal space, talk too loud, suck up to him, make snap assumptions, walk too loud, drive too fast, etc. etc. etc.

he’s sort of a control freak - and that should explain everything.

Their comfort read? (could be a book, magazine, comics, etc)

Jane Austen novels!

If  the book they are reading turns out to be shit, do they push through   just for the sake of finishing it, or do they move  on and find  something else?

he needs to formulate a fully informed opinion so - especially if he’s interested in the subject matter - he’ll push through, and get all pissy about it

Their comfort tv show / film

broh you KNOW it’s oldschool Steel Samurai flicks and the original series

A song that is currently stuck in their head? (or multiple)

ohh umm hmm...lol

The next three questions are for you. do you have anything special in common with your character.

we both love our papas. we are both tragic little fancy boys ( ha ha jk...or am i ) but honestly i relate with edgeworth’s negative traits that have to do with his aggressively lone wolf tendencies, wanting to handle everything myself, wanting really badly to be the best and prove myself, all by myself - things he struggled with as a younger guy.

but i also relate to his desire to help people. he’s pretty decent with boundaries i think - he gets involved when he really thinks he can accomplish something - but when he does get involved, he goes all out, and being a rich guy helps lol. i, too, want to spend my disposable income on my friends when they need help, and i really do feel a compulsion to help people like he does. it’s the push and pull of wanting to guard oneself, but wanting to become open to the human experience, love, cooperation, etc. that’s pretty relatable!

oh, also his love of trinkets and his obsessiveness...lmao

What brings you the most joy about writing this character, right now?

oh boy miles is so special to me, and has been for about half of my life. writing him gives me gender euphoria. it helps me explore a snarkier and more succinct side of me that i don’t always get to display. it lets me explore darker feelings and my own relationship with my dad. it lets me be a disgruntled old man but also a persnickety little fop and BOY is that fun. i really do love being a gay man ( who, also, sometimes, loves women?! ) vicariously through him lmao, and i love shipping with him cuz i think he has such a complicated relationship with romance, but he really just invites love.

he is so much fun and i really have you guys to thank for that - you all bring out such excellent sides of him that are surprising and funny and a joy to write.

Who would win in a fight, you or them?

hm i think miles could probably kick a hole through me. also have you seen him? he’s thick! he’s stacked! he could german suplex me into a mahogany desk.

Any advice from your muse?

“seek truth, always. when you think you have found it, dig even deeper - that is your way forward.”

tagged by: @kamipyre​ thank u sweetie!! and thanks for specifying miles!

tagging: i’m getting to this a little late so please steal it from me if you haven’t done it!

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[microsuedemouse]

tagged by @suzirya - thank you Sar!! I love to be tagged in things :>

rules: tag some folks u wanna know better (copy and paste, don’t reblog).

last song: right now I am listening to my playlist for songs that get stuck in my head (in a good way), and it just switched from flor's ley lines to The Maine's Don't Come Down. one of these days I will get around to listening to more of The Maine...

last show: last thing I finished on my own was Rizzoli & Isles, which was solid desk-watching (ie, something to watch while also half-distracted; I always use crime procedurals for this) but they should've let those women be lesbians. last non-desk-show was season one of The Sandman, which I was honestly prepared to have more complaints about lol? but I really thoroughly enjoyed it.

currently watching: current desk-show is Hawaii Five-0 (the 2010 version). I'm only a few eps in but it seems palatable for my purposes lol. I'm in the midst of a few cartoons and anime with Mo (younger sibling) rn as well - we still haven't finished Darker Than Black, Ben 10 is an ongoing project when we're in the mood, I've finally gotten them watching Dead End Paranormal Park, and they're getting me into Scooby-Doo: Mystery Inc (which is their favourite Scooby-Doo series, despite how goofy it is!)

currently reading: I've been rereading the Abhorsen trilogy since Louie recently gave me their paperback copies, after finding some really nice hardcovers secondhand. Was very pleased to discover that Sabriel 100% stands up to my middle school memories of it, and looking forward to getting further into Lirael. I'm also still on the Dracula Daily train!

current obsession: okay well. I'm a little bit in between hyperfixations at the moment, tbqh. but... y'all may have noticed me reblogging gifsets of The Void (2016) earlier. bc Mo and I watched it the night before last and it is On My Mind. but it also got me thinking again about the relationship between horror stories and love stories, which is something I find really? interesting?? (to be clear: all kinds of love stories; not just romance.) so many horror stories are so closely linked to love stories - whether they're about people surviving thanks to love, or sacrificing themselves bc of love, or coming to love each other bc of what they've been through together. or even just - like in stories like The Void - sometimes horror stories end on just the implication of love, bc you have just a couple people who get out alive at the end, and you gotta imagine that that would create one hell of a bond. (hell yeah, shared trauma.)

I naturally seem to think a lot about what happens After a story ends, and with horror that can be really interesting to think about, especially for someone who's as much a character writer as I am. and horror is such a RICH genre for that. what happens for these people when the sun comes up? how do they go on? when there's more than one, it feels so natural that they'd rely on each other, because no one else knows what they've seen... and I just. find myself so preoccupied with the potential story there. probably a very different kind of story than the first one, but one that compels me all the same.

so. I think I'm. kind of obsessed atm with the love stories contained within, or created by, horror stories. (tragedies, more broadly, but I've come to love horror so much.) and with the character stories that can be found surrounding the larger stories of which they're only a part.

anyway I need to stop talking about that before I snowball any further. :')

SO. I will tag some friends. hello. hm. @izupie, @werewolfin, @karis-the-fangirl, how's it goin'???

#survey #tag game #if you ask me abt the horror thing or abt how I've been chewing on that wrt my original writing I might explode :)

[awritersreads]

(WRITTEN ON: 18 October 2022, published late due to reasons)

Currently Reading: Restore Me by Taherah Mafi

QUESTION: Who is/are your favourite book character/s? And why?

This one is hard, given the way characters just seem to carve a route to my heart and live there rent-free but if I have to choose, I'm happy to say that I do have a list of tenants, though in no particular order at all.

Percy Jackson

I think most people at least go through a phase of having him as a favourite character or a comfort character. In all honesty, Percy is definitely in my top 3 characters, and I simply adore Kelphead.

I love this guy for a multitude of reasons, not only is he super funny, sweet and adorably dorky but Percy's also the perfect example of a positive, boys will be boys.

I found his POV amazing, it was hilarious, light-hearted, fast-paced and so much more.

He was one of my first comfort characters and this guy is honestly one of the main reasons I have such a positive attitude towards my ADHD.

I feel like I did a terrible job explaining why I love Perce so much but I don't know, here's my feeble attempt at explaining my affection for this hyperactive little puppy.

And one last thing to add: while there's nothing wrong with having a crush on Percy, I mean a good chunk of the fandom either does or did, I can truthfully say that for whatever reason I just didn't fall for him and so romantic or physical attraction to him doesn't at all play a part in this affection.

Hermione Granger

I adore Hermione to an unknown, probably never-ending length.

She was the first character I just felt that click with and she's always been an inspiration to me and has helped me to feel a lot more secure in my own skin and under my crazy curls.

She's also inspired me to speak up in class even when I was embarrassed, she's inspired me to be proud of my nerdiness, to keep trying to do my best, and to be ambitious but work hard to achieve those ambitions.

And she cries all the time. Which I love. This helped me to be more comfortable expressing my own emotions and become more comfortable with vulnerability and not chase after an idealised, stupid version, of strength and intellect.

Hermione also shares the same greatest fear as me; the fear of failure, of never being good enough, as we see in Prisoner of Azkaban. Which I could (and still can) just relate to. It was honestly so wonderful to be able to have that in common with her.

Although the thing that most drew me to Hermione was that she wasn't just perfect.

We see her put in so much effort for her good grades and that was extremely validating for me, the reason being that I already adored Hermione and am super hard on myself about just being smart. Sometimes I used to feel as though if I were truly so smart I should just be able to do everything, just like that, but seeing Hermione working so hard for all of her successes was liberating for moi.

Harry Potter

I just love this guy, okay?

And I also can't count the number of times one of his lines or thoughts made me laugh so hard I choked-often when both laughing and choking were not too great to be doing, like say 1AM when you're re-reading Half-Blood Prince and are supposed to be sleeping.

The HP series are also the books that had a massive impact on me, not only for Harry's amazing sass but because he really helped me to grow as a person, for the better, and he taught me bravery, strength and his point of view, and his story, always has been an escape back home for me.

And also, this boy screws up, all the damn time.

I just can't not love him for that, it helped me get over my perfectionism issues alongside Hermione.

And again, he says stuff like:

‘Yeah,’ said Harry, ‘but you, unlike me, are a git, so get out and leave us alone.’

(Order of The Phoenix)

‘There's no need to call me 'sir', Professor.’

(Half-Blood Prince)

‘Why are they all standing around that manky old boot?’

(Goblet of Fire)

("Listening to the news! Again?") "Well, it changes every day, you see," said Harry.

(Order of The Phoenix)

Cyra Noavek

She is badass, yet sweet. Hard, yet kind. Strong yet weak. Daring yet sly.

When I need to do something that scares me and I need to be strong Cyra's book is the one that's coming with me.

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Banished

Request: Yes / No  roan x reader (smut preferably) where you get banished from skaikru about a month in after landing on earth and you meet roan. since he’s wounded and you’re a healer you patch him up and end up travelling together and become rlly close?? idk i read your trick or treat fic and it was my favourite roan fic i’ve read (and i’ve read them all...no shame)😭 @szhead31​

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Roan x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 1735

Warnings: SMUT!

Y/N: Your Name 

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“What do you mean I’m kicked out?” I asked Clarke and Bellamy. 

“Y/N, you’ve been a danger to the camp.” Bellamy said with his arms crossed. 

“A danger? I’m a damn healer!” I shouted. 

“And half of the people in our infirmary are because of you!” He shouted back at me. 

“Enough!” Clarke shouted, stopping anything before it started. 

“Y/N, Bellamy’s right. You’ve been fighting everyone in camp and with the Grounders wanting to kill us, we need to think of the bigger picture.” She said and I scoffed. 

“Ya know what? I don’t even care anymore. Screw all of you and I hope the Grounders kick your ass!” I shouted and stormed out of the dropship. I went to my tent and grabbed my shit then left without another word. Those assholes can kiss my damn ass. 

*One Month Later*

I was out hunting in the snow. I don’t entirely remember how I got here, but I was alive so that’s all that matters. I had the perfect angle on the deer I was hunting when all of a sudden a scream scared it away. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I groaned. I decided that I should run and see who was screaming. Maybe someone from camp got lost and I could fix them up, it was the damn doctor in me… If I heal them maybe they’ll see I’m not as bad as everyone says I am! I pushed myself to run faster and found a man leaning against a tree with a serious wound in his stomach. I’m honestly surprised his guts weren’t falling out. I kneeled down by his side and quickly pulled out my supplies. 

“Who are you?” He asked with a groan. 

“I’m here to help, who are you? What happened?” I asked as I started to work on his stomach. 

“I am Roan, Prince of Azgeda.” He answered then hissed in pain. 

“Don’t move, I need to disinfect it before I stitch you up. Here, bite on this.” I said and pushed a cloth into his mouth. He bit down on it and continued my work. It took about a half hour to patch him up enough to get him somewhere safe. 

“Where did you learn to do that?” He asked as we were walking through the forest. 

“My Father was a doctor, he taught me everything I know.” I answered with a small smile. 

“Your Father taught you well.” He said, returning my smile. 

“Up ahead, there’s a small cabin I found, I’ve been staying there.” I said and pointed at the building ahead. He nodded and the two of us quickly but carefully made our way into the cabin. I laid him on the bed and checked his wound again. 

“If you’re a Prince, what are you doing out here alone? Shouldn’t you have guards with you?” I asked. 

“I was banished so my people could join with the Commander.” He said sadly. 

“Your parents banished you?” I asked shocked and he nodded sadly. 

“Why are you out here on your own?” He asked and I bit my lip. 

“Same reason you are. I was banished because my people thought I was more dangerous than the Grounders.” I answered and his eyes widened slightly. 

“Why?” He asked. 

“I was a healer to my people, there weren’t many, but the two people that basically put themselves in charge kicked me out because I kept fighting people. Those people talked a lot of shit about me and I was just making sure they knew not to mess with me, turns out that putting your own people in the infirmary while at ‘war’ isn’t a great idea.” I half laughed. 

“How long have you been out here?” He asked. 

“About a month, maybe a little more.” I shrugged. 

“You’re strong.” He smiled and his eyes slowly started to close. 

“Get some rest, I’ll check on you in the morning.” I said and walked off to make myself food. 

*Another Month Later* 

Roan had healed well. He was strong and wanted to get better. He was actually a very good patient and did everything I asked of him. The two of us got to know each other while he was healing and he was amazing. At first he was pretty reserved and hesitant to let me into his life, but eventually he opened up to me. He was sweet with a very strong sense of loyalty. When he was finally better I thought he would just leave, which broke my heart at the thought, but he stayed. He explained to me how he was a bounty hunter and asked me to join him on his adventures. I had agreed, but we always ended up coming back to the cabin we now claimed as ours. The two of us knew we had developed feelings for one another, but we never fully confessed. Sure we acted like a couple, but it was never solidified. That was until we got snowed in our cabin with no way of leaving. 

“I suppose it’s good that we got extra food yesterday when we were out.” I said and Roan smiled. 

“I suppose you’re right.” He said and joined me in the bed. Roan pulled me towards him and I rested my head on his chest. We sat in silence, revelling in the warmth that our bodies gave to each other. After a few minutes Roan pulled my face up to look at him and he did something unexpected. He held my chin with two of his fingers and gently kissed me. I was breathless when he broke away, his eyes shining as he admired me. 

“What was that for?” I whispered. 

“I just finally got the courage to confess how I feel.” He said and I smiled with a slight blush dusting my cheeks. 

“I feel the same way.” I said and kissed him again. The kiss started off as sweet and loving, but it quickly turned hotter. The two of us were feeling each other’s bodies and enjoying the feelings. When Roan dipped into my pants I pulled away. 

“Wait, I’ve… I’ve never done this before.” I said, blushing deeply and looked away. Roan grabbed my face and made me look at him. 

“Let me teach you. We’ll be nice and warm after.” He said with a small smirk. There was something about Roan that made me trust him with all of my heart. 

“Okay…” I whispered. Roan pulled my shirt off and then my pants were quick to follow. My arms immediately went to cover my chest. 

“What about you?” I asked. He smirked and rid himself of his clothing, naked. Roan gently pried my arms from my chest and smiled. 

“Beautiful.” He hummed and kissed me, making my cheeks turn pink. 

“No need to be shy, Y/N.” He promised. He gently pushed me to lay on the bed and his lips went to my chest. 

“Roan…” I breathed, lacing my fingers into his brown hair. He pulled my underwear from me and looked up at me for consent. I gave him a small nod and he moved to my entrance. The sensation was overwhelming as his cock entered my pussy for the very first time. Delightful flashes of tingles coursed through my body. It felt amazing, until he broke through the one thing that indicated I was indeed a virgin. I grunted at the sharp burst of pain in my pussy. He held still, deep within me. 

“Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” He whispered in my ear. My breathing was fast and shallow as I felt my walls absorbing his shaft. The sharp pain dulled to an ache, but was slowly overcome by a heavenly feeling of fullness. The tingles from him pressing against my clit increasing as his body moved subtly with each of his deep breaths. 

“It’s okay… I’m fine.” I finally whispered. Roan’s hips pulled back slowly, his gaze still concentrated on my face, probably looking for any signs of pain. He stopped with the head of his cock placed just in the entrance on my pussy. He teased me for only a moment, making me moan and grip the sheets. 

“Please don’t tease.” I begged. 

“Sorry love.” He said and pushed back inside me. One of his hands found my clit and I arched my back as he played with it. My muscles eased, allowing the pain to dissipate. Roan’s thrusts began to build pressure in my stomach and stars in my eyes. The soft pleasure washed over me with ease. My breaths were coming out in shallow stutters as I tried to hold back my orgasm. I was throbbing around Roan and he could feel every second of my building pleasure. 

“Roan, fuck!” I choked out as I withered on the bed. 

“Harder, harder please!” I begged, squeezing my eyes shut. Roan leaned down, capturing my lips in a messy but loving kiss as he did what I wanted. The ache in my every muscle released all at once. A shudder ran through my body as my orgasm took over me. 

“You look so beautiful when you cum like that.” Roan praised, and it only made it better. Roan pulled my legs over his shoulders and hit a deeper spot inside me. 

“Oh my God!” I shrieked. My back arched off the bed as Roan slid into me with the deep, angled thrusts. My moans were loud, escaping my lips with every other thrust he made. His hips rolled against mine with his hand still trying to pull another orgasm from me. I gripped the sheets tighter as I jolted upward from his powerful force. 

“Oh fuck! Roan!” I screamed, pleasure bursting through my veins. I was cumming for a second time tonight.

“Oh Y/N!” He moaned as he came inside me. I whined when he pulled out of me. He gave a small chuckle and pulled me into him under the blanket. 

“Warmer?” He asked and I nodded. 

“That was amazing.” I sighed happily. 

“We can do that as often as you want.” He smiled and I captured his lips in a kiss. 

“I think I want to do that all the time.” I said and he laughed. 

“Whatever you want, my Princess.” He said and I smiled. This was what earth was all about. This was my new start.

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[parvulous-writings]

Soot // Liu Kang X Reader

Request:    Tumblr seems to know I'm on a Mortal Kombat kick and showed me some of your work for it. They're wonderful!I was hoping you could indulge a bit? How about Liu Kang with the prompt, "Shh, stop fussing. I like how your hair feels when you wash it."Poor boy in the movie looks like his hair is constantly being singed and washed with soot.

Requested by: ​@rhyske

Summary:  Some fluffy Liu Kang, using the prompt  "Shh, stop fussing. I like how your hair feels when you wash it."

Warnings: none

Words: 1.4K

Notes: Am I on a Mortal Kombat rampage? Yes.  My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!

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A day’s training was always a grind.  It wasn’t that you truly lacked motivation, or the energy to train alongside him, it was just so repetitive. Day in, day out, the same motions, occasionally with a different training partner. Even with Liu Kang, your favourite sparring partner, sessions seemed to drag on for much longer than they actually did. You didn’t know what it was, but Liu let you leave the fight pit around mid morning, much earlier than usual.  “I can see your restlessness.” He told you, “Perhaps you  need a change of routine?” He suggested, and who were you to argue? He was most likely right, and you knew it. “I have a few things to do myself, today,” He told you, “So spend your free time as you wish.” He gave a brief, respectful bow, before striding off down a hallway and out of sight. What he could possibly need to do besides his rarely uncompleted chores was beyond you; he had always completed his chores long before everyone else had gotten up, he worked like clockwork. He was up at least two hours before dawn, just to make sure that he had enough time to finish off his allotted chores. It never changed. You tried not to think too much on what he could be doing, and instead tried to focus on clearing your mind, on something other than daily life in the temple. 

You went to sit on one of the high balconies of the temple, your eyes scanning over the horizon, it’s greenery and it’s barrenness. It was almost amusing, how diametrically opposed the horizon seemed to be, how conflicting it was. It showed how fickle the world could be- in it’s natural state, as well as it’s man-made counterpart. But the man-made portion could be brushed off, easily explained away; whilst the natural confliction... That was harder to explain, and there was beauty in that. It comforted and relaxed you, lulling you into a state of peace. Your eyes drift closed as your muscles find more relaxation than they had in a long time, even during late, peaceful nights. You don’t know how many hours it had been when you finally come to again. All you could tell is that it has been a fair while- the sun only just peaked through the clouds and the mountains in the distance, painting what you could see of the sky marvelous shades of rose, and merigold. Though you were momentarily transfixed by the beautiful sight, you forced yourself to push away from where you had ended up nesting, taking a moment to regain your footing; you made sure that you didn’t fall over when your head spun slightly by placing a palm against the wall, perhaps it was not such a good idea to rise from your resting place so suddenly. 

You start to wind your way through the endless corridors of Raiden’s temple, trekking your way through the structure until you arrived at the communal dining area. Not a cafeteria or canteen in the Western sense, but a large room where all the inhabitants of the temple could eat with their cohorts and companions during mealtimes. It was often used as a meeting place for more trivial matters amongst the monks, as well, as it was a landmark in some sense of the word. Only one other person occupied the space at the current time, and you sure didn’t mind his company. It was, of course, none other than Liu Kang. You slide into the seat next to him after grabbing yourself a few, dry snacks, leaving ample space between you both so that you didn’t intrude on his personal boundaries, you were aware of how highly he valued them outside of the fight pit and other training areas. He glanced to you, giving a subtle nod, and a tiny smile. You didn’t need words to greet each other, and you hadn’t done for a long time. There was something different about him, though. You couldn’t quite place it at first, but then it struck you. The side of his face and just under his his nose, frequent contact points of his face, were clean, not clad with specks of soot as they normally were. You looked a bit closer, and saw that his hair- usually clumped together, bound by soot and other fire-based grime- was back in it’s natural, clean state, a few individual strands flowing free in the gentle breeze from a few open-arch windows just behind the pair of you. You start to smile lightly, you always felt your heart beat just that little bit faster when you saw he was taking even a few minutes to look after himself rather than anyone else. He was such a selfless soul, to the point where he often neglected himself. You shuffle a little bit closer to him, which he didn’t mind- he thought you were trying to get warm, as you often did when you sat next to him, whether you were aware of it or not. Your hand starts to snake up over his shoulder to the raven hued strands, and Liu doesn’t notice at first. It isn’t until you carefully tugged at his hair that it got his attention. 

His eyes move to you, and he isn’t sure whether to move away from you or not. “What... What are you doing?” He questioned, his voice not much more than a whisper. His furrowed brows conveys his confusion, and it was a rather adorable look on him. He started to move his hand to take your wrist, his prayer beads clacking quietly, “(Y/N)?” He asked when he got no response from you, and you carefully bat his hand away.  "Shh, stop fussing. I like how your hair feels when you wash it." You tell him, and he seems genuinely surprised by the news.  “You do?” Liu pauses briefly, lowering his hand, placing it back down on the table, by his bowl of soup. “You noticed?” He asked, tilting his head ever so slightly as he spoke.  “Of course I noticed!” You laugh gently, shaking your head at him a little bit. Your hand moved higher into his hair after his silent nod of consent, and you smile slightly as the pads of your fingers massaged his scalp. “You’re usually covered head to toe in soot...” You tease, causing him to smile along with you.  “The drawbacks of a fire arcana...” He mused, sighing contentedly as you run your fingers through his hair. It’s a heavenly feeling for him, your touch is perhaps the only one he is accustomed to in this intimate way. 

“Perhaps you should wash it more often.” You suggested playfully to him, and he chuckles in amusement. He turns his head ever so slightly, so that he could look at you and still have your hand in his hair.  “I hardly think that there’s time for that.” He said to you, half serious about the statement.  “Of course there is.” You tell him, still smiling warmly. “If not... You can get up just a little bit earlier to do it every other day.” You teased him, pulling your hand away from his scalp as you spoke, so you could nudge his shoulder gently. He nudged you back, though it was considerably weaker than your initial bump.  “Perhaps...” He mused, mentally entertaining the idea for a brief moment.  “If not... I can always do it for you in the evening.” You offered, shrugging lightly as he gave you a look as if to say ‘are you sure?’

You sat quietly together for a moment, both of your hands moving into his hair as he shuffled round to lay across your lap, wanting to make the most of the moment and the feeling of you being so sweet to him. His eyes start to close as his muscles lose most of their tension, his breathing becoming even and the epitome of calm. For a moment, you could have sworn he had fallen asleep there- not that you would have minded all that much. “Liu?” Your whisper broke the comfortable sheen of silence that had fallen over the pair of you. He hummed quietly in response, his eyes not opening, and he felt too relaxed to reply verbally just yet. “Should we get back to training, soon?” You asked him, and he sighs quietly.  “Alright... But let us just have a little while longer like this.” He tells you, patting your thigh gently. You smile down at his peaceful expression, and though you didn’t want to disturb him, you knew you would get in trouble with Lord Raiden if you slacked off for too long.  “Okay... Five more minutes?” You suggested to him, and he nods slightly in reply. “Five more minutes.” He confirms.

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Hey there hope ur having an amazing day/night :D

-> Angel!Reader saving Wanda by taking their wings out for the first time since the avengers knew them and jumping off a building to get to Wanda.

Wanda X Reader obviously :)

ooo very cool request!

side note i adore getting asks it makes me feel like a real blog lol

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Really, I shouldn't have been there.

I'd only technically joined the Avengers about three weeks ago, I wasn't meant to be going on missions and things. Heck, I hadn't revealed half of my skills yet- I allowed people to think I was stronger, more agile, and more... perceptive than the average human. No need to let them know I could see auras just yet.

And up until the mission, there had been no need for them to know about my wings.

An angel's wings are a precious part of themselves, and I wasn't quite ready to show them to these people. I'd heard tales of wings being cut off, plucked, crushed, even ripped off to be experimented on- and while I didn't think the Avengers would do that, it was natural for me to be hesitant.

There was only one person, I believed, who I could trust. Her name was Wanda, Sokovian by nationality, red aura twisting around her like vines. It wasn't a threatening red, but it was powerful, angry and gentle at the same time. I was drawn to her, first out of curiosity, then out of a need for companionship, then, if I dare, romantic interest. She was kind where others were hesitant, a friend where others were just my trainers.

It was she who recommended me for this mission, as they needed to infiltrate a building; some would go from the roof down, the others would walk straight in through the entrance under the guise of a business deal. I was suggested to accompany the latter group as I was a 'good judge of character' and would know if we were about to be double-crossed. In reality, I could spot a liar from the subtle changes in their auras, but I kept that to myself.

How we ended up in a fistfight with every bodyguard in the building is somewhat of a mystery, but I believed it had something to do with knowing the second I walked into the building that we were in trouble and being ignored.

Wanda and I were directed to the roof where Captain America and a few others were having some trouble with the overwhelming number of people attacking them. I barely had time to blink before Wanda grabbed my hand, dragged me outside, swept me up into her arms and launched us at the sky. I squeaked in surprise and swung my arms round her neck. She laughed slightly, winking as we flew up to the roof, and deposited me into the fight.

Careful not to kill anyone- I was still an angel, just an aggressive one- I assisted my fellow Avengers in their endeavours. I took down five, six, seven people and they kept coming, surging forward like they genuinely thought they could get one up on several of the most powerful people on Earth. It was almost cute, despite the sickly, corrupted yellow state of their auras.

There were just... so many of them. This couldn't be natural, and I began to realise that these people were not entirely human. The darkish yellow of their auras wasn't normal; perhaps they were clones?

I whipped my head around, searching for Wanda to tell her my theory. I found her by the edge of the building, using her magic to push people- if they were people- away from her. I zigzagged my way over to her, and was within two metres of her when I saw the butt of a gun smack her on the back of her head.

I froze. She hadn't noticed anyone behind her. Neither had I. Time seemed to slow as Wanda crumpled like paper.

She lost her balance.

She was unconcious.

And she fell over the edge of the building.

Every thought about the people-clones, about not killing them, about withholding my power was doused with this powerful protective instinct. It took a split second to unfurl my wings and hurl myself over the edge with the witch.

I shot like an arrow towards her, matching her descent speed and catching her in my arms, holding her the way she had held me a little while ago. I swooped up into the sky, determined to get her as far away from harm as possible. Sparing a glance over my shoulder, I saw that the rest of the people-clones- reminder to myself, talk to someone about that theory- were almost completely dealt with, and I felt no guilt landing on a roof a few blocks away.

I was gentle in laying Wanda down, careful to keep her head on my lap and not on the gravel surface of the roof. After a few seconds, her eyes fluttered open. The adrenaline from the fight must've still been in her system as she bolted straight upright, narrowly missing my face, but immediately clutched her head, crying out in pain.

I moved so I was crouched at her side. "You got hit on the back of the head, I suggest you don't make any sudden movements." I reached out and placed a reassuring hand on her knee. "The others have dealt with the threat, I suggest we get back to the compound as soon as possible."

She didn't respond, staring at something over my shoulder. For a moment, I considered severe concussion before I realised I still had my wings out. I smiled gently at her. "Would you like to touch them?"

Eyes wide and childlike- concussion perhaps a factor- Wanda nodded. I sat cross-legged by her side and stretched a wing towards her. She was so careful, touching the feathers so lightly as if she thought them porcelain, fearful of breaking them. I shivered when she ran her hand down the top, stopping when she reached just above my shoulderblade.

"Wha- when..." Wanda curled her legs under her, sitting on her calves to reach up to my wings.

"I've always had them." I shrugged. "I apologise if this appears a betrayal of your trust- but an angel's wings are personal. They exist partly in the astral dimension, appearing only when the angel wishes them to. For example," I poked her cheek. "-when someone they care about is in danger."

Wanda laughed, and I smiled. She stood up, and held out a hand to help me off the roof. "Well, they're beautiful. As much as I would like to admire them longer, however, we should get back to the compound."

As if on queue, the pocket radio Wanda had crackled to life. "Wanda? Where are you? Are you okay?"

Wanda pressed a button, and spoke into the radio. "Yeah, I'm okay," she met my eyes again, and winked. "I was saved by an angel."

From the muffled radio, we gathered that everyone was okay, they were heading back to the compound to regroup- the mission hadn't been what you would call a success, but they'd got what they needed. I rolled my eyes when my name came up, preparing for reprimands for not being involved enough, but to my surprise, Captain America said I did a good job. Wanda grinned at me. "You have no idea, Cap."

I held out my hand as she put away the radio. "Shall I carry you? Or are you alright on your own?"

Wanda took my hand and tugged me closer. My wings instinctively curled around our bodies slightly, protectively. She wrapped her arms around my neck. "You know, I think I need you to carry me."

I swept her off her feet, a grin manifesting on my lips. "Only for the sake of your health, right?"

She nodded sagely. "Of course, I did get seriously bumped on the head after all."

I moved my head slightly closer to hers. "I think I can help with that."

"Oh yeah?"

"Oh yeah." I caught her lips in a kiss, holding her close. I could feel her lips curve into a smile as she kissed back, one hand moving up to cradle the back of my head. She was fire and magic and warm and soft and oh god I never wanted to stop kissing her. I laughed internally- I, a holy being, was enchanted by a witch. I'd never been so glad to have fallen.

We broke apart, the witch in my arms gasping for breath. "So," she panted. "...home?"

I grinned wickedly, and shot up into the sky. And if anyone worked out it was just so she'd hold onto me tighter, it was none of their business.

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i'm not joking when i said this was one of my favourite requests to write- the reader is gender neutral, of course, but it feels gay so i'm very very on board

thank you so much for this request!! i am prepared to do a part 2- it feels like it might be leading to a smut but that's up to you!

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INTERVIEW NO. 1: RACHEL @djarinsbeskar

hello hello! i am so happy to announce that rachel — aka the immense talent that is @djarinsbeskar — has agreed to be my first interviewee for this new series! thank you to rach and to each one of you for all of your support. to read more about the project, click here, and to submit an author, click here.

| why rachel? |

Rachel captured my imagination from the first time we interacted as mutuals-in-law. She’s bursting with energy and vivaciousness, with a current of kindness just underneath everything she does. Her work is no exception. Oftentimes gritty, raw, and exposing (in … ahem…more ways than one), Rachel challenges her readers to dig deeper into both the story and themselves. Her smut brings a particular fire as it’s laced with need, desire, and mutual trust that leads us deeper into the characters’ identities and how physical affection can mimic other forms of intimacy. She’s a tour de force in this fandom and an absolute joy.

| known for |

Engaging with and encouraging other authors, cultivating inspo posts, attention to world building & character development

| my favorites |

Stitches

Boxer!Din

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| q & a |

When did you start writing? What was that project, and what was it like? Has that feeling or process ever changed over time? Why?

I can’t remember a time I wasn’t writing. I was an avid reader, as I think most writers are—and I remember, after picking up Lord of the Rings—that I could live so many lives, experience so many things, all from the pages of a book. I could make sense of the world through words and ink and paper. And it offered me a level of peace and clarity I wanted to share with others. So, I started writing.

My first project I remember to this day, was a short story about a dog. I had been so heartbroken when I learned that dogs were colourblind. I must have been about seven or eight at the time, and I was fixated on this idea that dogs couldn’t see the vibrant hues that made the world beautiful. It was something I wanted to change—and with all the righteous anger of a child not getting their own way, I sulked over the fact that I couldn’t. Until I wrote it down.

“How do dogs see colour?”

And much like my writing today, I answered myself.

“Dogs don’t need to see colour. Dogs smell colour.”

And so, I wrote a story, about a puppy being brought on different walks by its owner. And with every new street it walked down—colour bloomed with scent. Colours more beautiful and vibrant than we could ever hope to see with our eyes. And it gave me solace and helped me work through an emotion that – granted was immature and inconsequential – had affected me. To this day, I still smile seeing dogs sniffing at everything they pass on their walks. Smelling colour. It gave me the key to my favourite thing in life. I don’t think my process has changed much since then. Much of what I write is based on a skeleton plan, but I leave room for characters to speak and feel as they need to. I like to know the starting point and destination of a chapter—but how they get there, that still falls to instinct. I think I’ve found a happy medium of strict planning and winging it that suits me now—and hopefully it will continue to improve over time!

When did you start posting your writing, and on what platform? What gave you the push to do that?

I mean, fanfiction has always been part of my life. I think anyone who was growing up in the late 2000’s and early 2010’s found their way to fanfiction.net at some time or other. The wild west compared to what we have now! My first post was for the Lord of the Rings fandom on fanfiction.net. It was an anthology of the story told through the eyes of the steeds. Bill the Pony, Shadowfax—it was all very innocent. That was probably in 2010 when I was fifteen. I had been wanting to share writing for a long time but was worried about how it would be received. I didn’t really have a gauge on my level or my creativity and – one of the many flaws of someone with crippling perfectionism – I only ever wanted to provide perfection. That was a major inhibitor when I was younger. By wanting it to be perfect, I never posted anything. Until that stupidly cute LOTR fic. It was freeing to write something that no one but me had any interest in, because if I was writing for myself then there was no one to disappoint, right? And that was all it took. I had some pauses over the years between college and life and such, but I’ve never lost that mindset when it comes to posting.

What your favorite work of yours that you have ever written? Why is it your favorite? What is more important to you when considering your own stories for your own enjoyment — characters? fandom? spice? emotional development? the work you’ve put into it? Is that different than what you enjoy reading most in other people’s fics?

I don’t think it’ll come as much of a surprise when I say Stitches. While not original, I mean—it follows the plot of the Mandalorian quite diligently, it is the piece of work I really hold very close to my heart. Din Djarin as a character is what got me back into writing after what must have been five years? He inspired something. His manner, his personality—he resonated with me as a person in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. And gave me back a creative outlet I had been missing.

It’s funny to say out loud—but I wanted to give him something? I spent so long thinking about his character that half my brain felt like it belonged to him—how he reacted and responded to things etc. and of course, like every dreamy Pisces—I wanted to give him love and happiness. So, Stitches came along. Personally, when writing—it’s a combination of characters, emotional development and spice (I can’t help myself) and when we can follow that development. With Stitches, it’s definitely the spice that is the conduit for development—but I adore showing how the physical can help people who struggle to communicate emotions too complex for words.

I don’t usually read for Din, as most people know—but I do enjoy reading the type of work that Stitches is. Human, damaged—but still with an undercurrent of hope that makes me think of children’s books.

You said, “much like writing today, I answered myself.” Could you talk about that in relation to Stitches?

So, I’m endlessly curious, it has to be said. Especially about why people are the way they are. Why people do A instead of B. Why X person’s immediate thought went to this place instead of that place. And I’m rarely satisfied with superficial explanations. One of the most exciting parts of writing and fanfiction especially, is making sense of that why. There can be countless explanations, some that are content with what is seen on the surface and some that go deep and some that go even deeper still.

Stitches is almost a – very long winded and much too long – answer to the questions I was so intrigued by about Din Djarin, about the Mandalorian and about the Star Wars universe as a whole. I often wondered what happened to people after the Rebellion, the normal people who fought—the people in the background. What did they do next? Did some of them suffer from PTSD? What was the galaxy like right after the Empire fell? That first season of the Mandalorian answered some of those questions, but I wanted to know more. So, I created a reader insert who was a combat medic—and through her, I let myself answer the questions of what happened next.

Regarding Din as a character, I wanted to know what a bounty hunter with a code of honour would do in certain situations—what made him tick, what made hm vulnerable. I wanted to explore the discovery of his identity. Din Djarin didn’t exist after he was taken from Aq Vetina. He became a cog in a very efficient machine of Mandalorians—and it was safe there. I wanted to see what – or who – might encourage him to step into his own. Grogu was that person in a familial sense, but what about romantically? What about individually? There’s so much to explore with this man! So many facets of personality and nuances of character that make him so gorgeous to write and think about.

Talk to me about the Din Djarin Athletic Universe. How does Din as all of these forms of athlete play off who you see him as in canon?

The Athletic Universe! How I adore my athletes. Despite being in a modern setting, I have kept the core of Din’s character in each of them (at least I hope I have!). I like to divide Din’s character into three phases when it comes to canon because he’s not as immovable as people seem to think he is. We discussed this before, how I see Din as a water element—adaptable, but strong enough that he can be as steadfast as rock. But I digress, the first phase is the character we see in the first episode. Basically, before Grogu. There’s an aggressive brutality to Din when we see him bounty hunting. He works on autopilot and isn’t swayed by sob stories or promises. He has the covert but is ultimately separate. Those soft feelings he comes to recognise when he has Grogu are dormant – not non-existent – but they haven’t been nurtured or encouraged. This is the point I extracted Boxer!Din’s personality and story from.

Cyclist!Din on the other hand—is already a father, a biological father to Grogu. And his personality, I took from that moment in the finale of Season two where I believe Din’s transformative arc of character solidified. He was always a father to Grogu, but I do believe that moment where he removes his helmet is the moment, he accepts that role fully in his heart and mind. And that is why I don’t believe for a second, that removing his helmet was him breaking his Creed. In fact, I believe it was the purest act he could do in devotion to his Creed—to his foundling, to his son. The Cyclist!AU is very much the character I see canon Din having should Grogu have stayed with him. This single dad who isn’t quite sure how he got to where he is now—but does anything and everything for his child without thought. It’s a natural instinct for him, and I like exploring those possibilities with Cyclist!Din.

You also said, “he has the covert but is ultimately separate.” What does it take for him — and you — to get to that point of being ‘not separate?’

I mentioned this above, but one of the biggest interests I have in Din as a character is his identity. He’s a Mandalorian, he’s a bounty hunter, he’s the child’s guardian but those are all what he is, not who. I think Din is separate while being part of the covert because he doesn’t know. I don’t think anyone can really be part of something if they don’t know who they are or, they struggle with their identity. It’s curious to me—how you can deceive even yourself to mimic the standard set for the many. In the boxer verse, he identifies himself in relation to his boxing—and every part of his outward personality exhibits those qualities. But when he’s given a softer touch—an outlet of affection, and comfort—we see the softer side of him surface. It’s very much the same with Stitches Din. Identity is like anything, emotions—relationships, bodies. It needs nurturing to thrive, an open door—a safe space. At least, that’s what goes through my mind when I think of him.

Who is your favorite character to read?

Frankie because there are so many ways his character can be interpreted and there are some stellar versions of him that I think of at least once a day. Javi because he reminds me of kintsugi-- golden recovery, broken pottery where the cracks are highlighted with gold. I also adore reading for Boba Fett, Paz Viszla and the clones!

Is there anything else you want your readers to know about you, your writing, or your creative process?

Hmm... only that I am quite literally a gremlin clown who is always here to chat Din, Star Wars, literature, book recs and anything else under the sun! I like to hear people's stories, their opinions etc. it helps me see things from alternative points of view and can truly help the writing process! Other than that, I think I can only thank readers for putting up with my ridiculously long chapters and rambling introspection. Thank you for indulging me always! ❤️

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