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#I love all these characters but irl I would only be open to romancing like two... maybe three. asra's on thin ice even though I love him.
sammygems · 3 months
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Things I Have Noticed/Remembered from my MCDiaries rewatch
I will be updating this as I continue my rewatch, currently everything listed is out of order, cause I've started writing this as I am on episode 64 of season 1 and I don't feel like fixing it to be in order, so sorry!
What the fuck was Garroth's "plan" he mentions to Zenix in the first episode 😭
Zenix seems to be younger then Garroth in Diaries, considering the way that Garroth talks about him, but I think in MyStreet, Zenix is either the same age or slightly older then Garroth, so far this is like, the only obvious age difference between the series (besides Travis and everyone else of course)
I forgot how entertaining Brendan's character is, he's far less annoying then I remembered
ZANE AS AN ACTUAL BAD PERSON, I LOVE HIM
I love Vylad, but I legit forgot how much he was in Diaries season 1, I thought he was in it far less
Currently at the stage of Diaries where there is no lgbt+ people, i'm very disappointed by this (we haven't even reached the queerbaiting)
KC's character is....not as bad (racist) as I was expecting, still not great though. I'm choosing to believe that KC is from Tu'lu and Maid Cafes are a thing there, and "Kawaii~Chan" is just a stage name for her work.
Y'all know how Cadenza went missing and she was actually turned into a chicken? Yeah, the way Hayden, Castor, & Laurance talk about her to Aphmau makes it sound like Cadenza is a small child. But then it turns out she's the same age, if not older, then Laurance and Aphmau.
Aphmau should've just made Joh and Hayden lovers, I'm so serious, it would make the whole Cadenza and Laurance being "close like siblings" in season 1 to I think actually being called as siblings in season 2 and in MyStreet a lot easier to understand and make a lot more sense.
Why does Kenmur have like, some sort of romance with all the girls from Meteli??? He was engaged to Sasha and is stated to have feelings for Cadenza.
I love when the episodes open from Sasha's POV, and she goes and talks to Gene and there's just no voices. I love having to pause to read what they're saying. (this point is sarcasm)
The way literally everyone reacted to learning Laurance was blind was....icky. Like, I understand Cadenza and Aphmau reacting as like "we need to find a way to bring his sight back", but the fact that it was literally EVERYONE who decided he needed to get his sight back was so weird.
I don't mind Laurance ACTUALLY getting his sight back, but I wish it was done differently. Like, personally, I'd have him like, have to wash his face with the water of the fountain of Lady Irene.
Emma & Corey, Dale & Molly, and Logan & Donna are very sweet couples.
After Zoey and KC were able to turn Cadenza back to her human form, Zoey mentions that she "recognizes Cadenza from somewhere", but I don't think this goes anywhere???? I'm assuming it was supposed to hint at like, Cadenza's backstory.
ngl, I kinda wish we got more of Zane and Kiki's relationship, I really wanna know what side of Zane Kiki actually saw.
Anyway, Kiki is currently expecting.
Nicole (my beloved) has showed up. I've decided I won't question the logic behind her iron fists being able to break bedrock, and instead say that her referencing her iron fists just made me think of Ace from One Piece and Natsu & Gajeel from Fairy Tail.
I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT NICOLE'S FOX, ROXY, AND ABOUT THE WYVERNS IN GENERAL 😭
I need to mention that in one episode (before Aphmau went to Scaleswind and learned about Lady Irene), Garroth says to Aphmau "by the seven", which I think she was hurt, but the use of "by the seven" is similar to how the same phase would be used in Game of Thrones or to how irl lots of people say "oh my god", so I'm really wondering if there were originally supposed to be 7 Divine Warriors instead of 6.
The way when Aphmau found Levin and decided to keep him and Garroth IMMEDIATLY decided he would be Levin's father figure.
The way when Laurance found out that Aphmau had a kid, his response was to play with Levin and say to Aphmau "you didn't tell me you had this little buddle of joy/energy".
That's all for now, I'll like, update when I have more to add.
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yuikomorii · 4 months
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Heya! In which of the boys route do you think Yui was broken/hurt the most?
I always wanted to know which would be the worst scenario (route) for like.. an avarage girl irl . I know most girls would not survive there😅 but just wanted to know your opinion which of those 6 doors you would never open. Or 13 if we count all the characters.
// Since it's an otome game, it goes without saying that there will be a lot of plot armor and that the love interests can't really harm the heroine seriously throughout the route, regardless of what she does, because the plot would go nowhere like that. Most characters are jerks but not really that hard to handle, since they were known for scaring Yui rather than letting her get genuinely hurt. However there were certain Diaboys who were very scary, as it felt like they had no feelings of remorse or empathy.
Laito:
Can’t say that his HDB route is the worst thing Rejet has ever written (because it’s definitely not) but it baffled me how he was so okay with Yui breaking like that to the point where she lost all her will to live and only wanted to be set free from him. I mean, she literally tried to commit and he was just there not even intending to stop her bleeding veins despite being the one who cut them?? It’s true that in the Vampire Ending she doesn’t turn out that bad but after all, this is just because it’s fiction.
Kanato:
He was easier to understand than Laito because at least you were able to know that he had a soft spot for sweets and Teddy. Nevertheless, it was a bit too much how he kept stabbing Yui with the fork and a few chapters later, I’m pretty sure he stabbed Yui with a knife in more places as well. Still, it’s surprising how she turned out worse in his route, considering the fact that in the afterstory she kills innocent people—
Kou:
I love Kou but he was a literal demon in MB. I really hated how he made his fans bully Yui JUST FOR FUN. It wasn’t even any sort of punishment, he merely wanted to make her suffer. Another thing I couldn’t stand was how he kept putting Yui’s life in danger, only to make her prove her love. I understand wanting to test someone but it would have been way better if he actually saved Yui after seeing her do something dangerous. That way it would have proved that he cared for her yet he continued to watch her get hurt for him over and over again, without feeling any empathy. He was sorta redeemed at the end but yeah, most of his route was big yikes, especially since you wouldn’t have expected a cheerful and friendly idol like him to be such a wicked person.
Carla:
I like the Tsukinami family's desire to preserve their lineage but sorry, I must say that I find it repulsive that a 17-year-old would be forced to become pregnant out of the blue with strangers. I understand that Yui was partially to blame for Carla's anger and subsequent dungeon scene but that moment grossed me out sooo bad. She lost her will to live but Carla literally jumped on a depressed girl and was on the verge of rap€ing her, if his Endzeit didn’t kick in. He gets gradually better throughout his route but this scene left a sore taste in my mouth.
Kino:
Look, Kino is a great villain and a lot of fun, but his LE route was trash. Kino killed a child, mistreated Yui, abducted both Yui and Ayato, planned to sell Ayato to the church for execution, manipulated Yui and tortured Ayato. The pain he caused them both was immense and although I appreciated Yui calling him out, it's so sad that she was brainwashed. While it's true that Kino can be quite cute when he wants to, their romance was so rushed and forced because they didn't give us any reason why Yui would fall for him other than manipulation when Ayato, who was seen to care more about her than for himself, was right there. I wish they developed Kino’s feelings better, given that he straight up blackmailed Yui to become his, otherwise Ayato would had been killed, therefore Yui had no other choice but accept the situation. That’s why his CL route is way better.
I only mentioned 5 instead of 6 but that’s mostly because no other character came closer to them in terms of bad scenario. The rest of them felt decent in their routes for a game called Diabolik Lovers, lol.
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Hii. Can you tell that I'm always camping on your Tumblr 🤣🤣 I'm so sorry but you are becoming like my ultimate informant about anything bl related!!! Anyway
Any bls where the main leads are already an established couple??? I've watched so many bls and I do like them but I want to watch something different than the same thing like 2 guys falling in love.
BLs That Feature an Established Couple
Yes there are quite a few (I am assuming you don't want reunion romances, like Our Dating Sim, or you would have said). There aren't a lot of GOOD ones though. Unless otherwise stated, I wouldn't recommend any of these. So I have put RECOMMENDED next to the few I actually think you might enjoy.
In the mainstay BLs out of Thailand etc... this is usually handed off to a side couple (or a pair established in a previous series):
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Yes, but it's the side couple
Top Secret Together (cafe advice gays = pair is an IRL couple)
My Secret Love (ParkLee)
Ai Long Nhai (dads are played by IRL couple)
Love Stage!!! (Thai version) RECOMMENDED
My Ride (uncles) RECOMMENDED
TonhonChonlatee (AiNhai, connected to the characters of Ai Long Nhai, different actors)
2 Moons 3 (3 side couples previously established in 2 Moons 2, different actors)
The En of Love universe will established a couple in one sequence, like GunBar in Tossera, and then show them together in all subsequent ones like Love Mechanics and Future the series, often played by different actors. - SOMEWHAT RECOMMENDED
DNA Says Love You - HIGHLY RECOMMENDED
My Lascivious Boss - RECOMMENDED
There are a few where they are an established couple (and everyone else knows) they just idiots. I'm thinking about couples like PaperFah in Second Chance, under appreciated little gem of a Thai pulp you might want to try (especially if you are a KP fan).
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They Together, They Just Idiots
Second Chance - RECOMMENDED
Cupid's Last Wish
My Only 12%
Cutie Pie - RECOMMENDED
Puppy Honey 2 (couple established as sides in Puppy Honey)
Friend Forever
I Am Your King
Ingredients - RECOMMENDED
My Secret Love (TimMai crumbs)
Theory of Love
Kimi no Koto Dake Mite Itai
Peach of Time
Where Your Eyes Linger - RECOMMENDED
Because of You (sides)
Plus and Minus - RECOMMENDED
Cupcakes & Him
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BLs That FEATURE Established Couples
Takara & Amagi (sort of, it opens on a confession) HIGHLY RECOMMENDED
What Did You Eat Yesterday? HIGHLY RECOMMENDED (this is probably what you are looking for)
Eternal Yesterday
Jack o'Frost
Takumi-Kun 2-6 (or however many their are, same actors from 2 on)
My Beautiful Man 2 (couple established in My Beautiful Man) - RECOMMENDED
Happy Ending Romance (but the LTR is toxic and doesn't last)
To My Star 2 (couple established in To My Star)
Faded (short) - RECOMMENDED
HIStory Obsessed
Papa & Daddy 1 & 2
Goodbye Mother
Monster in Law
That's My Candy
Close Friend 2 (couples established in Close Friend, same actors)
Dark Blue Kiss (couple established as BL side in Kiss series, same actors) - RECOMMENDED
Don't Say No (couple established in TharnType 2, same actors)
TharnType 2 (couple established in TharnType, same actors, plus new side couple in established relationship)
SOTUS S (couple established in SOTUS) - RECOMMENDED
Together With Me The Next Chapter (couple established in Together With Me)
Reminders (couples sort of established in Love By Chance and Love Sick, same actors)
All the Our Skyys (of course)
Gen Y 2 (main and side couple established in Gen Y, same actors)
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This post dated early 2023, not responsible for updating with BLs that finished their runs AFTER this date. Reunion Romances & Friends w Benefits tropes not included.
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emeritus-fuckers · 9 months
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Howdy pal here I am again okay okay
mk so, I'd like to be matched with a papa, because I love the pookies<3
Aight, in personality, I have crippling social anxiety and I can't even talk to people in a super market to ask where a product is because that has led me to multiple panic attacks for some reason, don't ask questions, but once I am comfortable around someone that changes a lot. It takes quite a bit for me to get comfy, but once I am I'm like,,, too comfortable- Very loud, clingy, childish, over all just an asswipe. I enjoy making art and poetry and I can't make it through my day to day life without music or I'll just ascend. I have struggled with insecurity and mental issues, self-harm, etc, and have recently had a relapse episode in those things but I am too afraid to open up about that to most irl people, but things are going way better now.
On physical I am around 5,6 and I have a red wolfcut-ish thing. I enjoy baggy or anything more gothic or witch or 80s esc for clothing, and my music taste is practically everything and everything accept k-pop and dutch rap. I enjoy romance novels because I miss out on that too much irl and I enjoy horror because that's just entertaining, idk.
just random other things I thought I'd include would be I am a cardiophile, but more on the comfort and not fetish side of it. I enjoy doing hair, or playing with it, and I do that a lot to my friends when we're just chilling because it's funny. I enjoy singing and acting like I am in some sort of musical when I'm alone and I love nature, just going on walks or collecting plants. I practice witch craft, also more on the nature side of things in that way. I have volunteered multiple times at events for little children even though I hate them, it's the art side of things and I enjoyed face painting them for Halloween events or carnival things. I collect a lot of little trinkets and like giving people stupid stuff as un needed gifts and I WILL get personally offended if you do not cherish them.
There we go love goodluck<3
Your match is... Copia!
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He understands what it's like to have social anxiety and he is really supportive about it. You both help each other to deal with it.
He sees you reading romance novels (which I'm pretty sure is a genre he reads too) and realises you want to expereince that. So when he is not on tour, he tries to take you out for a romantic date or do some kind of gesture whenever he can.
He loves watching movies with you, but if it’s a horror one he’ll probably jump into yo ur arms.
He's really happy that the sound of his heartbeat is comforts you. He’ll stroke your hair and smile as you curl up against him your head resting on his chest.
He loves walks with you, it gives him time away from being Papa and all the stress of the ministry. He also loves how happy you are when you get a new plant. However sometimes he has to plan a route that avoids the nursery section of Primo's garden, because you only have so much room for plants.
You two make a good team. One good example is at clergy events when you do facepainting for the children. Even though he is awkward when children are around he likes them. So you can focus on the art and not have to intereact much with them and he gets to spend time with the little ones.
One day he catches you singing and acting like you are in a musical. At first you are mortified, but then you see the huge loving smile that appears in his lips. He starts singing the other part of the song dramtically jumping up on the table and acting in character. This is now one of your favrouite things to do together, especially when it's raining outside.
He cherishes all the little gifts you give him. You become afraid he just chucks them away because you never see them again. But then you see him carefully place it in a wooden box he keeps under the bed. It's the one he takes on tour with him, filled with things to cheer him up if he feels down or misses you.
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aviradasa · 3 months
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Welcome to my masterlist
REQUESTS ARE OPEN
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Shows:
The umbrella Academy
Supernatural
The walking dead
Miraculous ladybug
How to train your dragon (all spin-off shows)
The dragon Prince mysterys of Aaravos
Once upon a time
Hazbin hotel
Helluva boss
Movies
Van helsing 2004
Hellboy 1 and 2
Labyrinth 1986
The MCU as a whole (Marvel cinematic universe)
Same with the DC universe
Avatar 1 and 2
Pirates of the Caribbean (all movies)
Games
Sally face
Call of duty
Skyrim
Legend of Zelda breath of the wild/ tears of the kingdom
Assassins creed 2
Stardew valley
Books
(Work in progress I’m reading a lot more recently so give it time any book suggestions are welcome.I’m a huge fantasy fan!!)
Bands:
Ghost
David Bowie
Mcr
(I’ll add more here once my will to live dies again.)
Characters I will write for:
The umbrella academy:
Luther
Diego
Allison
Klaus
Five
Ben
Viktor
Lila
Marcus
Fei
Alphonso
Sloane
Jayme
Supernatural:
Sam
Dean
Castiel
(I'm only on season 5 so if you want more characters let me know and I'll do my best!)
The walking dead:
Rick
Daryl
Glenn
Maggie
Michonne
Negan
Carl
Rosita
Abraham
Ezekiel
Carol
Miraculous ladybug:
Marinette
Adrian
Luka
Julika
Nino
Alya
Chloé
Kim
Sabrina
Jagged stone
Meeting the kids jagged stone x fem!reader HC
Rose
Nathalie
How to train your dragon:
Hiccup
Astrid
Ruffnut
Tuffnut
Snotlout
Fishlegs
Heather
Eret
Dagur
The dragon Prince, mystery of Aaravos:
Callum
Rayla
Claudia
Viren
Soren
Janai
Aaravos
Love long lost Aaravos x Fem!reader pt 1
Love long lost Aaravos x Fem!reader pt 2
Love long lost Aaravos x Fem!reader pt3
The sight of two stars Aaravos x Startouched elf! Reader
Nyx
Ibis
Amaya
Corvus
Gren
Terry
Zubeia
Once upon a time:
Emma Swan
Regina Mills (the ‘Evil’ queen)
Mr.Gold ( Rumpelstiltskin )
Mary Margaret Blanchard (Snow white)
Captain Killian ‘Hook’ Jones ( Captain hook)
David Nolan (Prince charming)
(work in progress)
Hazbin hotel:
Charlie
Vaggie
Angel dust
Husk
Nifty
Alastor
Lucifer
Rosie
Vox
Velvett
Helluva boss:
Blitz
Blitzø x male!reader HC
Blitzø x Gn!Reader HC
Moxie
Millie
Loona
Van Helsing (2004):
Dracula
Aleera
Marishka
Verona
Gabriel Van helsing
Anna valerious
Velkan valerious
Carl
Hellboy 1 and 2 (live action 2004-2008 movies)
Hellboy
Abe
Liz
John
Prince Nuada
Princess nuala
Labrynth 1986
Jareth the goblin king
Marvel:
Peter Parker
Thor
Loki
Tony Stark
Dr, Stephan strange
Wanda
Bucky
Natasha
Nick Fury
Bruce banner
Steven Rodger
DC:
Bruce Wayne
Barry allen
Oliver Queen
Clark kent
Robin
Starfire
Raven
Cyborg
Beastboy
Joker
Harley
Poison Ivy
Catwoman
Avatar 1 and 2
Jake sulley
Naytiri
Neteyam
Lo’ak
Kiri
Miles Quaritch
Javier “spider”
Aonung
Grace
Pirates of the Caribbean:
Captain jack sparrow
Captain Hector Barbossa
Will Turner
Elizabeth Swan
James Norrington
Bootstrap bill turner
Davey jones
Lord Cutler Beckett
Calypso ( Tia Dalma)
Sally face:
sal fisher
Larry johnson
Ash
Travis
Call of duty:
Ghost Mw2 and 2009
König
Soap
Price
Graves
Skyrim:
Cicero
Astrid
Arnbjorn
Farkus
Vilkas
Aela
Balgruuf the greater
Legend of Zelda Botw/totk:
Link
Zelda
Mipha
Daruk
Revali
Sidon
Urbosa
Kass
ganon
Assassins creed 2:
Ezio
Stardew valley (Sdv):
Alex
Elliot
Harvey
Sam
Sebastian
Shane
Abigail
Emily
Haley
Leah
Maru
Penny
The wizard
Caroline
Dwarf
Jodi
Kent
Krobus
Robin
Pierre
Sandy
Ghost:
Papa Emeritus 1 (primo)
Papa Emeritus 2 (secondo
Papa emeritus 3 (terzo)
Papa emeritus 4/cardinal copia
Swiss
Aether
Mountin
Phantom
Aurora (we have the same name irl lol)
Rain
Cirrus
Sunshine
Cumulus
Sodo
Dewdrop
David bowie(going by era and current stage persona):
Ziggy stardust
Aladdin sane
The thin white duke
Major tom
David bowie
My chemical romance
Gerard way
Party poison
Mikey way
Kobra kid
Frank iero
Fun ghoul
Ray toro
Jet star
I will add Other characters to any of these lists if you would like to request a character go on ahead!
What I will write/Rules:
Rules:
No bullying or harrassment to anyone or groups of people in the comments. BE NICE TO OTHERS
No homophobia
No racism
No hatred
What I will write:
Fluff
Angst
Smut
Lemon
Info about Aviradasa!
I go by she/they
I have a cat named Nyx!
I am Demiaroace
I love horror movies with my whole life!
I have a tendency to obsess over shows/movies for undetermined periods of time 🤣
My favorite colors are Purple, red, pink, and black
My favorite singer is David bowie!
I can't choose a favorite band cause I love to many!
The movie Labyrinth by Jim Henson with David bowie and Jennifer Connelly Is my favorite.but Van helsing 2004 is a close second
PS. When requesting please be specific to what fandom/character you want(I will do crossovers.) just so I can make sure to get everything right for ya!
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bluejayblueskies · 2 months
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20 questions for fic writers
thank you @three-magpies-in-a-trenchcoat for the tag!
1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 
130 (more if you count my side accounts and anonymous fics)
2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 
958,861 (so close to a million,,,)
3. What fandoms do you write for? 
Right now, primarily Malevolent, but I've written for TMA a lot in the past as well. I also have some ideas for RQG fic since I've been relistening to that podcast!
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
The Cube Rule of Food Identification (TMA)
Just Married (Voltron)
it will be this, always (TMA)
a six-step process (TMA)
ten thousand flowers in spring (TMA) (i had no idea this had jumped to spot number 5!!!)
5. Do you respond to comments?
I used to, and I still want to, but I always feel like I need to have something to say more than "thank you so much!" and I get stuck in the paralysis of what to say and then forget to respond at all 😅 but if people ask me a direct question, I will usually answer it!
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? 
Hmmm. I write a lot of angst, but I trend towards happy endings rather than unhappy endings, so that's tough.
Oh! So this is on my side account for Malevolent, but The Curation and Preservation of Arthur Lester is probably the closest thing I have to a fic with an angsty ending (that is, it ends very badly for Arthur). Maybe on a more emotionally angsty side, as the pendulum swings? I think that fic generally has an ambiguous/hopeful ending, but only in terms of "they are no longer trapped in the time loop;" all the effects of the loop still remain, consciously or not.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 
Also a hard question, mostly because I tend to write endings that are a bit.... not open-ended, but more "this isn't 100% resolved but it will be in the future and the steps are there but that's a journey the characters have to take on their own." That said, I think By Virtue of Divine Providence is probably my most straightforward happy ending, where "they lived happily ever after for all eternity" is the general vibe.
8. Do you get hate on fics? 
Not that I know of, though I'm sure it's happened at some point somewhere. Nothing to my face though (yet).
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? 
I do! I typically either write a) sex scenes that fit into the context of a longer fic as a plot point, which tend to be pretty straightforward "sex happened and it was emotional and significant for both people involved" or b) kinky and/or dead dove one-shots that usually get posted on side accounts or anonymously. (Mostly because my bookbinding imprint is tied to this username, and I like to maintain a sort of separation in case anyone IRL comes looking.)
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? 
I'm not a big crossover person, reading or writing. I think I maybe wrote a superwholock crossover when I was 14-15? But that's about it.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? 
I sure hope not!
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 
Not that I know of, though people have done podfics or bookbinds of my fics before!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? 
No, but I'd love to try it some day!
14. What’s your all time favorite ship? 
100% jonmartin; I'll probably never be over them.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? 
I have an unfinished TMA longfic, Seen, Unseen, Unsung that I have fully outlined but will very likely never finish writing.
16. What are your writing strengths? 
I think I'm good at internal monologues (ie letting the character ramble for a bit), emotional beats (particularly angsty ones), and writing dialogue that sounds like something the character in question would say.
17. What are your writing weaknesses? 
I'm so bad at writing romance (and yet I keep trying 😅). Established romance? Fine, okay, I can do that. Budding romance? I have absolutely no idea and rely pretty much entirely on tropes I've seen in other fics or books/TV shows/movies/etc.. Also, I feel that I struggle a bit with transitions between scenes that aren't hard scene break cuts.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? 
If I do, I usually do something along the lines of, "He said in Spanish, 'Don't go over there!'" for ease of reading and because my translations would probably be horrible.
19. First fandom you wrote for? 
Probably Supernatural.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
Hands-down whiskey old fashioned sour. It's such a fun world to play in, and I really enjoyed writing all the little newspaper/extra tidbits for it, and I have many more ideas swirling around in my brain for it. By Virtue of Divine Providence is a close second though.
I'll go ahead and tag @shadow0haven, @organchordsandlightning, @captaincravatthecapricious, @splitting-infinities, and anybody else who's interested!
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iamatriangle · 3 days
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Hi there, friend! I'd love to hear you ramble about two of my favorite Black Clover pairings Langris x Finesse and Finral x Vanessa, if you don't mind? Also, can I hear your Duck x Fakir from Princess Tutu opinions as well please? The awesome fanart you've been reblogging of them recently has given me life! Cheers!! 💖
Hi Acacia, thank you so much for the ask!! 💕 I’m having a horrifically busy semester, so I greatly appreciate the chance to sit down and talk about some of my favorite characters. This is SO EXCITING, prepare for a very lengthy post 😅
💛💙 Duck x Fakir (Starting with these two because they are my everything right now.)
My roommate convinced me to watch Princess Tutu a few weeks ago and I totally fell in love with it! The character arcs are so spectacular. I actually thought about asking you if you had seen it, as it seemed like something you might like based on the other shows you post about (But then I had already pitched it to everyone I knew irl so I figured I should just relax 😆).
But getting back to Duck and Fakir, I think they’re absolutely perfect for each other. Personally, it makes sense and compels me. I believe it’s canon that they have feelings for each other, or at least it’s strongly implied? Either way, Duck inspires Fakir and Fakir believes in Duck, which i think is so sweet, and I feel like Duck and Fakir bring out the best in each other. Also, the way they change together throughout the story is so beautiful! They both end up in way more mature and healthy places than when they started and were a big part of the other person’s growth. I think the best ships are the ones where the narrative weaves their stories together in that way.
This is just me ranting, but I need to mention how beautiful it is that Fakir loves Duck not as Princess Tutu, just as Duck. In Mytho’s case, he thought of Duck as a friend and he was very kind to her, but he didn’t love Duck, he loved princess Tutu. For Fakir to love the real her ties in SO WELL with how she grows from her insecurities and confusion about her identity. I could also scream for a very long time about the fact that Fakir would stay with her forever, even if she was only a duck. The love they have for each other is so mature, but also so sweet and innocent at the same time. They’re perfect!
That’s why the conclusion of their arc broke my heart so much, because they were perfect for each other and would have made each other so happy. It’s so bittersweet. I wouldn’t change it for anything, but I’m a sucker for the fics on ao3 where Fakir writes her back to being a girl. I can envision them having such a happy future together.
🩵🖤 Langris x Finesse
Im so excited to get the chance to talk about these two. They’re one of my all time favorite pairings and they’ve been on my mind recently! In my opinion, they make sense and are super compelling.
I sort of feel like at this point, I’ve thought about them so much that they’re more like my headcanon characters than a faithful representation of the actual characters in the show (I tend to do that lol😅). But even if I try my hardest to separate all of that from what is officially canon, I personally think that Langris and Finesse make more sense than Finesse and Finral. I could see those two being good together under different circumstances even if they aren’t my favorite ship, but I’m really not on board with the way the show is handling it. I’m not gonna open the can of worms that is Finral returning to his abusive household right now, but that is very unhealthy (and it seems like the show is encouraging it??) Even beyond that, I feel like Finral isn’t in the right headspace right now for a healthy relationship. He’s trying his best and I wholeheartedly believe that he cares about Finesse. But he’s been using romance and idealizing girls as a coping mechanism for a very long time, and from what we see on the show I feel like he’s romanticizing Finesse to a degree that wouldn’t be healthy in the long term. She’s his childhood crush and dream girl, and he feels like if he becomes “good enough” for her he can “win her heart.” I don’t know if I’m explaining this right at all, but in my opinion he’s not really treating her like a partner, as much he’s treating her like an ideal to someday be good enough to achieve, which is more tied in with his own self worth than actually seeing her and loving her for all she is. (Although I would totally see them together under different circumstances if he takes time to work on himself!)
Anyways getting back on track, we don’t see that kind of idealization with Langris. He seems to see her and what she wants more clearly, and loves her enough to accept that she is more interested in Finral and step aside. I feel like they so compatible as well, because neither of them are very passionate people like Finral or Vanessa are. I feel like they would have a beautiful, more subdued kind of love and would be able to fit neatly into each other’s lives.
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the time period before Langris was possessed when they were engaged. My heart always breaks when I think about the fact that Langris truly believed Finesse hated him. I think he always felt that she would rather marry Finral, and that he was never able to be really open with her because of this, and even that he resented her for it. I think it’s so compelling that all of this is essentially a misunderstanding, because Finesse does like him, and clearly cares about him and trusts him because even after he went crazy at the royal knights exam she tried to defend and protect him and wasn’t afraid of him (I love Finesse, she has such a beautiful heart). I think that after some character development on Langris’s end, they would be good for each other.
💚🩷 Finral x Vanessa
Vanessa and Finral my darlings!! They have such a sweet canon friendship and seem to support each other so well. For me they make sense and are compelling.
I love how on Vanessa’s end, she is gentle with him when he needs support, but she also isn’t afraid to speak her mind to him in the early seasons when he’s being a sleaze. She keeps him in line, both in the sense that she helps him be a better person and also that she pulls him back to reality when he’s spiraling and feeling insecure. And since I mentioned Finral’s idealization of girls before, I should say that I personally can’t see this happening with Vanessa because they’ve been friends for so long and have both seen each other at their worst. He knows her so well that he couldn’t idealize her if he tried. If he falls in love with her, it’s because he truly sees her and loves her for all her faults. I think they would work so well in a relationship together in a hypothetical future when Finral has decided that going back to House Vaude isn’t the right choice and has gotten over Finesse.
Also on the topic of the future, I see them being incredible parents. They are both passionate and caring people, and I believe they would fully devote themselves to not repeating their parent’s mistakes. It would need to be a slow burn and they would both be very cautious because they value their friendship so much. But I think they make so much sense together!
Thanks again for the ask, I had so much fun with this!!
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faeriecinna · 5 days
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the lovers and the fool for the ask game!
00 THE FOOL: BEGINNINGS (What is the opening line to your current work?)
"The breaking light of dawn did nothing to alleviate the fear that was thrummed through Nevaeh's veins."
06. THE LOVERS: RELATIONSHIPS (What are your favorite relationships to write about, whether romantic, familial, or platonic?)
I suck at familial relationships, probably because I've never properly experienced one 🤪 Like I'd do anything for my baby brother but oh man, trying to write sibling dynamics makes me SICK I don't know why I just cringe so bad lmao.
Obviously I love a good romance, especially an enemies to lovers type beat. I think it's so slutty when a character is so wretchedly hopelessly SICKENINGLY besotted with their partner, I absolutely a d o r e it. I will write about lingering touches, kiss-reddened lips and acts of devotion until I breathe my last damned brEATH.
Platonic relationships are also my faves, especially found family 'I've only had Arlo for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself' kinda friendships. Plus whenever I write a small group of friends I always sprinkle a little bit of my irl besties into them and it makes them all the more special. I love my pals with my whole heart so writing a solid platonic relationship is very important to me and something I can throw my whole soul into.
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hi, im cee (26) and im looking for a long term 1x1 rp partner! i have a specific plot idea or two in mind that i've been really wanting to do, so id love to find a partner for it! 🐈‍⬛
the main plot ive wanted to do is royalty omegaverse. your character has taken over my char's kingdom in war, and claimed the prince as a war prize. he is, however, a rather pitiful man, making it rather difficult to be mean to him as one might plan to be. this plot can also work with your char being a prince, and the leader giving my char to yours as a husband. i'm open to swapping some details around, as long as the "war prize" jist stays.
my idea with this story would be more of a romance story, hurt and comfort, healing from past traumas, that sort of thing. id also love political drama, troubles within your character's kingdom that these two have to sort out - or anything with a lot of drama, angst, and high stress emotions, really. i'd especially love if this was set in omegaverse reversal, where alphas are lower class and omegas are upper class. ive been wanting to play with that dynamic.
(im also fine with it if you want to be mean to him, or even something like they go from enemies to lovers!! im really open honestly)
the oc i plan to use is an alpha catboy. he's got a nice face and is quite anxious. he has a defined personality, appearance, and backstory. i also have a lot of side characters from his past that can be relevant. overall i love to rp as men with problems, and exploring deep emotions and stressful situations for characters.
i mostly play domtop, with occasional subtop. i dont like pure smut rps, but i dont want to only fade to black - please be ok with writing scenes or ftb if scenes are frequent.
MUST HAVE: MxM, shipping, at least a bit of fantasy, dead dove themes, semi-lit to lit length, 3rd person LIKES: multiple threads, modern fantasy, humanoid creatures, magic and wizards, slice of life with lots of drama, angst, hurt/comfort, texting rp on the side for when we're low energy :eyes: WON'T DO: incest or 🍪 (not even in backstory please), animal/child torture, FxF, space setting, robots, IRL faceclaims
note that if something isnt listed as a "won't do", im open to discussion! i probably just dont have a strong feeling about it.
PLEASE BE OK WITH: suicide/self-harm (usually just idealisation and desire; sometimes failed attempts), depression and self loathing, sexual assault (usually between npc and my char, and usually nothing on screen), and gore and graphic depictions of injury or misery.
additionally, this rp will require you to be into things like worldbuilding, playing npcs, and being willing to toss in villain characters. i can and will do all of this too (prepare for me to come up with questions about your kingdom that you'd never expect), but you also have to put this stuff in.
in a partner, im looking for someone who can do daily or semi-daily replies (and tell me if things will slow down!). i also prefer a lot of ooc communication and chatter! i like to hang out and talk about the rp, our characters, or even just things im up to. i also love coming up with AUs and side stories and the like, and would love if you were open to listening to my ideas or even sharing your own.
please do not interact if you ghost. if you want to drop, i want you to at least send a goodbye before you leave so i know it happened.
thank you for reading, and please like this post or dm me if you would like to rp together!
like if you're interested and op will reach out
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Do you have any tips for writing a natural progression of a physical relationship? I feel like a lot of fics go from kissing to sex without much in between.
I think these days people would probably see that as Slow Burn, even though their pace is perfectly natural for an irl relationship. Looking at that tag/genre might help you out.
By no means am I an expert so take my advice with a grain of salt. As an example: if you think about Regency romances being primarily Slow Burn, there's a focus there on intrigue, and 'feeling the other person out' with just words. When you're intrigued by something you want to spend time with it and examine it- and maybe this results in a clash of ideals. This could cause an emotional fallout that has them rebuilding the relationship from square one, but stronger because they have context for the other person now.
There's often a focus on hands in these series or films because they're the characters ONLY form of contact. They can't kiss because of social constraints, or maybe they're not there emotionally yet but God, their being radiates need just from the graze of their knuckles on skin.
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All this mess is to say - if you have a build up of intrigue- attraction - restraint- it makes their physical intimacy feel like a wonderful payoff. Like a Sports Game you've been following and finally your team wins via a simple kiss and goes from there. The goals were all the little emotional beats along the way. During the restraint section of the relationship, showing little tells of their attraction builds up your physical intimacy alongside your emotional connection. Have them brush up against each other, maybe they have to grab the other to mind them away from something, maybe there was only one bed and they didn't end up having sex but spent the night awake and in agony because they're so close and can feel the contours of their body. Speaking of which - have them be attracted to that body before they can touch it. Do they like their hands? Their scent? Their hips? Maybe they catch themselves imagining those things. This builds anticipation and hunger for eventually touching it.
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That's probably a key word there- hunger. You want your characters to crave each other to the point they're starving. I catch myself while writing Romance because sometimes one character might give their feelings away too early - and I have to delete the sentence because no, they gotta earn it. The characters dont even need to confess before physical intimacy - the act of sex itself could be their 'I love you' after months of need and want.
I'm sorry I rambled there, but basically find a reason to restrain your characters lolol I tend to like colder men in my ships because they take so long to emotionally open up that the payoff of intimacy feels worth it, but you can find any reason. Maybe they're just friends and don't want to jeopardise the relationship they have. Maybe they're mortal enemies who can't help but be attracted to that person's charisma. Maybe they just don't feel ready yet for that step of physical intimacy but they're burning with need anyway and this causes confusion and frustration.
Hope this mess helps! ❤️
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sailorgundam308 · 5 months
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This up there is Alexena, my first/original Tav in BG3. She is a strong barbarian skull-bashing human lady with a breezy haircut.
When I started playing BG3 I knew NOTHING of the story or Early Access. What I knew was that I had played BG1 and 2 decades ago (or watched my older brother play, in case of BG1), and was beside myself to learn Baldur's Gate was getting a third game. I'm not a gamer, I only play few titles that appeal to me, but I watched the Panel from Hell live and saw the bear scene… and I pre-ordered the game immediately. :V
Anyways, back to Alexena. She is not a "new" character. I play as Alexena in any medieval-ish fantasy game I get my hands into that allows me to make either a barbarian woman or a paladin. I also played her for years in D&D. I always name them Alexena because, well, my name is Alexandra, and motherfucking XENA. THE Xena. Sounds funny and I've been doing it for decades. So I repeated it in BG3.
I didn't know about the characters, about Astarion or Karlach (besides just laughing at the bear sex), or the premise of the story. So I went in blind, and BOY HOWDEE it was a wild ride. I left Gale stuck in the stone, so he didn't exist in my play (oops - but to my defense, the narrator said it looked dangerous…). I made decisions as I would if I could freely do so irl - meaning I was alternating between nice and absolute douchebagery, depending on my mood and how the characters came across to me at the time. I killed what annoyed me, and defended those I liked. As a barbarian, I was having A BLAST. I'm not an experienced or technical player, I just wanna bonk shit to death and growl epically while doing it. It's my happy place.
I ended up meeting Karlach only after I did the entire goblin camp, south map and underdark. I genuinely opened the HUGEST GRIN when I talked to her. She was brash, foul-mouthed, muscular, flirty and an all-around BADASS. She was what Alexena wanted to be when she grew up. I'm not crazy about tieflings design-wise, but Karlach was KARLACH. I didn't bring her with me all the time, then, but everytime I did I was laughing from any and everything she said or did. She is THAT charismatic.
I romanced Astarion (cause looks and because he suddenly hit on me before the party). So, you know, ez fun. Later on I did some smooching with Wyll too, and Astarion called me out on it so I did the right thing and ended things with the Blade. In my mind I had already decided that I'd let the companions do their own thing - it made sense for Alexena's personality. So, in the end, I let Astarion ascend, eventhough I knew I would break up with him soon after.
That is a funny thing. I am not, and was never into the whole vampire aesthetic. I even refused to play Vampire (a ttrpg) and instead joined a D&D group back in high school. It's just not my thing. I'm more the big-ass warhammer, large pauldrons, teeth smashing kinda girl. So I was surprised with myself, truly, that I really got into Astarion as the game progressed (and I was very whatever about him at first, just went with the flow).
He grew on me immensely (his story arch is great and I love me some angst), but I did NOT want to be a vampire. I wanted to continue to be a human woman, who would grow old and die. That was my tragedy - the fact that a human life is one of the briefest in the lore. And in my logic, it made no sense to ask Astarion to NOT ascend for my sake, or whatever, when I'd die in a blink and he'd live alone. Kinda selfish, in my view. Also, the thing was that the Ascension promised to quench his vampiric hunger (which in DnD lore is so horrible it drives vampires to madness), and allow him to be in the sun. Alexena would end a relationship even if she was in love if it was the best to do. Coincidentally I learned that when I refused to be bitten, Astarion also thought the same and so we broke up anyway.
Which takes me back to Karlach. Her breakdown after Gortash BROKE ME. I took a no shit 1 month+ break from my run after that scene. I was devastated - and honestly mad at Larian for just leaving her story like that (still am). In the end I swallowed my disappointment and rushed the end fight just to get the game over with. Alexena decided to go with her, with this impossibly amazing woman that was as strong as herself. So off she went with her to Avernus, with her friend. Two badass barbarian women raging and smacking the shit out of devils and demons.
The end was disappointing overall, and, to be honest, after Karlach's quest journal said "we did all we could for her", I tried a Karlach Origin run cause I was sure I'd missed something. I was okay with the separation from Astarion because it made sense, role-playing wise, for me to break up with him. But the Karlach thing just threw me off the last half of the experience.
BUT HEY. That's Alexena, my alter ego in fantasy games :3
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vincentsprice · 2 years
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“ah, love, let us be true (to one another)”
[an alfred pennyworth x f!reader romance]
he's stolen all your secret desires away, just like hes stolen your breath away—your heart. and he keeps everything safe in his chest. “sometimes,” he once wrote to you, “passion overcomes all reason and sense, love.” and it's true. oh, how it's true.
rating: explicit! mature! 18+ only!
n.b.: this is a gift for @eupheme. j's reader's 'idle fascination' with alfred in her absolute masterpiece, penny for your thoughts, has stuck and stuck with me. and I wondered what this kind of intrigue and lust would look like in terms of a regency or pride and prejudice-esque era of longing. please note that none of this is at all historically accurate. the language is inconsistent, too: sometimes, i try to make it sound like 'back then', and then at times it sounds too modern lol. lets just ignore the glaring errors and etc. in order to indulge. j, i hope you like this as much as i have adored writing it for you. it is lame and cheesy and cringy, but i think its also sexy and poetic in some places.
summary: wayne manor is hosting a season of dances, and everyone hopes to catch the young master’s eye. you’re sure this is the last season you’ll participate…that is, until you steal away time with someone you’ve always found rather mysterious and interesting.
warnings: age gap - reader is late 20s/early 30s; secret relationship; secret sex in alfred’s secret garden; inexperienced/virgin!reader; (unprotected) piv sex (pls be safe irl); oral sex (m giving/f receiving); romance; light angst; period-typical classism; soft biting; cockwarming
approx. reading time: ~33 minutes; 6.7k words
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i.
[Now.]
The invitation arrives on an afternoon that you've been left to your own devices. Your mother, having taken your sister and nieces out to the market; and your father, having taken your brother-in-law and nephews out fishing. And you--here, holding this gilded envelope with the embossed monogram that exudes a level of eloquence and elegance that not even your surest steady-handed calligraphy swoops could hope to replicate.
The invitation comes wax-sealed with one hard-pressed monogram. The W tells you where its come from--who its come from--and this recognition curls in your lower belly because it's just been so long. The wax seal is easily bested by the family letter-opener: something with your own surname's monogram.
You move to get lost with the envelope, once opened. Its got an antiquated touch: crisp parchment, even the humid and sweating, inclement climes it must have touched between here and its origin havent marred its almost regemented perfection. Just like his own. Summer's end can sometimes be so cruel to such loose materials.
The single, tissue-thin pressed rose petal comes first. This small, soft touch is where he's marked your invitation different than all the others'. And something only for you added to the the standard, seasonal message, "I think of you often; I hope you plan to join us at Wayne Manor." You ignore the usual RSVP details, and look at the semi-colon, as though waiting for it to do something. To spill itself for you, tell you some hidden truth. Your thumb brushes over this character. And what a shape: not unlike the crescent moon, crater-centered into your beloved’s eyebrow.
And then, below his poised penmanship, the logistic details that follow: the date, the time, the location. Yet it's not the content here that's threadding itself around your mind and holding your attention so steady, but rather the gorgeous, steady hand that’s penned each word on the unlined parchment. A penmanship that has grown like a companion to you these past months.
His careful hand, precious about the dips and flourishes from a treasured fountain pen. And you can see him, in your mind: Alfred Pennyworth, sitting at his desk in the fluttering candlelight, eyes straining behind his spectacles. His shadow catching on the wall sometimes in the candle’s embers' flickering dance from the wind flitting in. The way his ankles cross, and how one foot sometimes covers the other because when he relaxes, there's some kind of antsiness that he doesn't let possess his form in waking hours, where he's watchful and weary. On duty. Your mind shows you where his trousers ride up just a bit and you can see his socks. Always dark. The careful way he leans towards—into—his writing desk, managing the weight at his wrist so well, so that his calligraphy looks perfected.
Perhaps you grew smitten with Bruce Wayne's erstwhile guardian while visiting his gardens during the final ball of last season at the family Manor. But you know better than that. This...preoccupation…with Mr. Pennyworth has been longstanding throughout your adult life. The fever pitch came in the garden, his secret garden where he had you to himself and him to you, with his stern face softened, leaning on his elegant cane. You remember his fingers. You remember your mouth.
ii.
[Then.]
"Good evening, my lady." The moonlight glints silver off the rose-gold timepiece balanced open-faced in his white-gloved palm. He considers the face, and then clicks it shut, tucks it away. He turns his gaze sharply towards you. "I didn't think I'd meet another soul out here."
You hum in acknowledgment, and admire the sweeping seclusion that this cornered sanctuary offers. His garden is truly a sight to behold, and the sunset only further glazes it in a hazy, golden light. Through these walls of bushes and flowers, the din of the final ball of the season flares up every so often in the gilded background.
He offers you his hand in escort. To where, you do not know. But you do know that his fingers will be a safe space to slip into when the moonlight softens all flora sites in to sleepy, dewy sights. “I would like to show you something, if you’ll have me do so.”
You let him take you. And something knocking around deep in your chest knows this shant be the last time you let him take you, somehow.
The vines and bushes have grown wild around a wrought iron fence ans door. You sidle up to him while he pushes thorns and all sorts away with his gloved hand. He unlocks the door with a brittle steel key, his hand sweeping at your lower back to usher you forward. The door falls closed heavy behind him.
He’s at your back in an instant, speaking low, and willing you forward with his ghosting hand still, leaning into his cane with his orher.
"This blackberry bush came out of nowhere, it seems," he tells you, pulling a branchling back to show you what he's talking about. The setting sun's crimson glow kisses the bushel warm and in this moment you can appreciate this beauty bestowed in a gleam. "It sprouted one day," the even keel of his accented voice is easy for you to listen to, almost lean into. You can just see the way his brow moves and furrows with the cadence of his voice. "And filled out the next. It returns year after year, come what may. Though I daresay it's never yielded enough to do anything with them apart from just...sneaking a taste." He's removed his glove from one hand and tugs at one of the fuller, darker berries hanging out towards the edge of the bush from a straining green stem. His grasp squeezes just a bit too hard. A fat teardrop of its juice trails down his finger, wets his wrist and stains his stark white dress shirt's cuff.
Your eyes lock with his in the dying sunlight, and you catalgoue the steely blue, knowing you'll soon commit the sharp, alert command of his gaze to memory.
His tongue darts out to swipe at his lower lip before locking eyes with you. "For you, my lady."
Anyone else would have--should have--taken the berry he’s offering by their own hand, plucked it from his hold. Only you lean forward, looking up at him from under your eyelashes. You watch him swallow—hard—and he presses the berry to your slowly unparting lips. The cicadas chatter; a flock of starlings scatter from a nearby tree. They leave you with your Mr. Pennyworth, and this secret. You take it into your mouth. His wild blackberry ruptures bittersweet on your tongue, your lips wrapping around his fingertip. He watches you enjoy it--the juice and his contact--teeth grazing over his lower lip. Your eyes lock again and there's a hitch in his chest before his voice, low and rumbling, "Take me?" And you do, welcoming more of him in your mouth as he presses in, biting down again in his lower lip while you swirl your tongue over and over before he pulls out and away. You grab him by the wrist and kitten lick the trail of juice left behind on his flushed skin only moments ago. "Good girl," he exhales, shudders closer to you, whiteknuckling his cane.
iii.
[Now.]
Most of the invited don't come for the standard light tea, opting to arrive right when the music and dancing is close to starting. The tea is your favorite part of the night. Master Bruce has his house staff set up the dining room cozy, and is filled with warm and engaging intercourse throughout these earlier hours. His man's tea trays are always perfect, too: the twee, tiny cucumber sandwiches being a favorite.
"Thank you, Mr. Pennyworth," you smile up at him while he takes a turn around the room. "It looks lovely, truly.“
"At your service, my lady.” And his subtle wink from across the room melts your heart into your stomach.
"Thank you, Alfred," Master Wayne says in that quiet way of his. "Join us. Please." Anyone to sneer at this request would be asked to leave immediately.
Mr. Pennyworth takes a seat next to his former charge, across from you, and you watch the mechanical but charming way that he prepares his own cup of tea.
The house staff starts clearing the table when more guests arrive. They quickly shift into greeting mode, and pass out dance cards to the younger, eager folks.
You hang back, but are brought out of your reverie over the quiet, “There’s my wallflower,” from behind you.
You turn to meet Mr. Pennyworth, and then he's pressing the last dance card of the night into your hand. As he slips away from you, you find that he's slipped a note underneath the card, asking you to meet him outside when the sun starts falling away.
When you meet him again, out in the gardens, he’s looking you over in that polite and careful way of his before he settles on his greeting. “I see you received my message,” he says in a faux mischevious way, his lovely split brow arching conspiratorially.
His brief look of pride over your chuckling at his play warms you.
You offer his note to to him, between your fingers. “I did.”
His gloved finger drum the top of his cane with one hand, before taking the paper slip with his other. He tucks it into his coat's breast pocket, swaps it out with the dethorned rose adorning the space: a rich velvet red stark against the slate, heathered grey fabric. "For you," he offers, a small smile tugging at the edge of his mouth.
You move towards him, to accept. He brushes your cheek—feather-light—with the petals before relinquishing the rose to you entirely. “Come, my dear,” he tells you, offering his hand, offering to take you into the young night.
iv.
[Then.]
The season's ended, and Wayne Manor will stand empty while its master returns to the city, his beloved butler in tow.
The first letter from him--from Alfred--and just for you comes like something from a dream, like something from a storybook. You feel like youve been caught with something you shouldn't have. A slight worry about gossip—will people note him writing you? What kind of trouble or lecturing would you have to deal with if your family learned you were talking to him, and not someone 'more like' Bruce way? But, he sends mail under his middle names—Thaddeus Crane—so as to not arouse suspicion. And if anyone pries or wonders anout your addressee, you’ve already invented a story about him being a friend of Master Bruce’s, come visiting from the city during one of the season’s balls.
“Ma moitié,—” his first letter after the season starts. You later learn this is french for 'my half'. and this warms you greatly.
“I am reading, and I am thinking of you. I think of you often; I confess that I have for some time now.” This makes your fingers tremble, and your stomach flip in a not unpleasant way. “Perhaps the Bard can express it better:” and here he’s copied rhyme from William Shakespeare into his letter:
“Sonnet XXIV.
Mine eye hath play’d the painter and hath steel’d,
Thy beauty’s form in table of my heart;
My body is the frame wherein ’tis held,
And perspective it is best painter’s art.
For through the painter must you see his skill,
To find where your true image pictur’d lies,
Which in my bosom’s shop is hanging still,
That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes.
Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done:
Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me
Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun
Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee;
Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,
They draw but what they see, know not the heart.”
(Or, more plainly: My eyes are an artist, and have etched your beauty onto my heart. My body is my heart's frame, and is a gallery of you. Only a skilled painter's perspective can produce the true image of any thing. Your image hangs in my chest, with my heart, where your eyes are its windows, and where the sun peeks in to gaze upon you. But my eyes only draw what they can see, and cannot see or know what's in one's heart.)
Before you can simper over the way nobody had ever sent you poetry before, you finish the note, “I very much look forward to your response. I would very much like to learn what is in your heart. Master W—— and I shall leave for the city in the morning and remain away for the next two seasons. I hope some posted words from you every now and again will quell the aching loneliness in my heart until I can see you again.
Yours—
Alfred.”
You read the sonnet over and over, at random times throughout the day when you steal away from family and all the people who always seem to be in your home.
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“And who is this Thaddeus Crane?” Somebody asks you in the parlour one evening after supper while you compose your response to Mr. Pennyworth. You knew this was going to happen, it was only a matter of time.
“A business associate of Mr. Wayne's,” you respond. “From last season.” The planned-out fib falls easily from your mouth, which you feel should bother you in some way, but it doesn't. Because you're no longer a girl. You're a woman grown whose heart aches and years for a man so far away.
“I don't believe I've met him. I cannot recall his countenance.”
“Its hard to notice other men when they're in Mr. Wayne's orbit.” And it's true. Everyone is always vying for Bruce Wayne's favor and attention, and grumbling devastated sounds when he doesn't fill dance cards. And parents’ and families’ greediness blinds them to all others apart from Mr. Wayne, hoping him to notice and choose their own daughter. You wonder how scandalized your family would be if they discovered your paramour to be a mere butler. You feel flush with rebelliousness, and write out your response to him furiously. And while you’re feelinv brave, you slip into your final lines, “I want to hear from you often; I want you.”
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The poetry and Mr. Pennyworth's letters stay hidden in a small lockbox buried under a loose floorboard in your closet. But that doesn't stop prying eyes from reading over your shoulder when they take turns about the parlor. From then on, you decide to commit his words to memory by the time you must sit in the stifling room and engage in evening activities with everyone else.
You write. You think of him in the city, in this cold. Think of how he hates the cold, think of how he must look with his coat's collar turned up against the wind to protect the neck you so long to feel under your tongue and lips.
He signs his letters as ‘your obedient servant’ or ‘at your service’. Or, your favorite: just 'yours'.
His duties grow lighter when he’s in the city. You hear from him more frequently.
You begin stealing away to the library to compose your responses to him. The walls offer a different level of seclusion than anywhere else in your family’s home. When letter-writing, here, your thought turn to dizzying desires and waking fever-dreams of longing for Alfred to pull you into the library’s dark corner and kissing you soundly, his velvet hum of approval buzzing in the back of his throat when his palm rises to cup your cheek.
Dare you to take the letter writing a step further? You worry at your lower lip and eye the blank page before pressing your pen to paper. “My mouth shall not forget you for a while still.” And, “I still taste you—your berries—upon my tongue every night before I slip into slumber, and it is your countenance that is last upon my mind—the steel spark of the grey folded into your azure gaze.”
Such a stern eye in the public sphere, but such a softness in the secret spaces hes brought you into.
You craft a taxonomy of the things you’ve always adored about him, admiring from afar. Yhe way he speaks when he’s explaining something, the small quirks in his eyebrows as if to punctuate his words, or when he’s emphasizing certain ones. Watching his steady hands cooly make deft work of whatever it is he’s dedicating his attention to at the moment.
And his response, some days later:
“My mistress. You are the spark,” his words say, “that’s set the kindling of my heart ablaze, and how it rages for you, only you—demands you. We implore (this old, foolish heart and I): please, release us from this Promethean agony.” It goes on. "In my waking dreams, there’s a cottage by the sea where we can be alone, together; and I wait for you there, until you come to me. Here, I dedicate my attentions to only you, and prove with my touch just how much I have missed you and longed for you." Your heart is racing, but there’s more. “In the night, I sleep fitfully. And in the morning, I am aching steel, only for you. My own hand can hardly quell these love-twinges; until I see you again, I indulge in thoughts of your loving mouth soothing my coiled frustrations away with kisses, and with your tongue.”
You are ablaze after these lines, knowing full-well of what he makes reference to. How often have you read the erotic literature you keep hidden with his letters and poetry, and imagine exploring his manhood with your mouth, just like the heroines in those stories with their own paramours?
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[Now.]
To be alone with him, you think, watching him under the moonlight, is a strange ecstacy. The sometimes heavy way he leans into his cane but always without a grimace endears him to you—like he won’t show what kind of suffering follows him into each season. His put-togetherness is not marred by the creeping, low wind. His perfect and tidy hair doesnt seem to move at all from where he's got it swept up and pretty, still cropped so close at the sides. All the time you spent longing to see his face again feels like no time that's passed at all now that you're together again.
“Truly, I cannot express what a vision it is to see you this evening.” He takes your hand in his and brushes his lips across the back of it, never breaking eye contact with you. He twines your fingers together, and you know they fit better than his gloves must fit him, and he must know it, too. He squeezes you firmly, his thumb brushing you in a soothing way, and you know he's leading you once again to the heavy wrought-iron door.
And once it's closed behind you, you know you're secure from everything. From your life, from his life; here is where you steal away with one another, steal time with one another. Stop time.
You're following him, following him, down a winding path, past the blackberry bush. You're almost surprised that he doesn't try to woo you once more by plucking a berry. Instead, you still follow him, silent, and notice how the space becomes less of a garden and sprawls into something much more wild, until you can see and hear, and then seen, the ocean nearby.
And here, on the small patch of grass so close to the rough beach's sand, he spreads out the heavy coat he's had hanging over his arm. "I wanted to be decent," he tells you, laying his can down nearby.
You think it's sweet. You think of your final communication just before the new season. Just days before now.
"I feel crazy for writing this. I want to have you," you'd written to him. "And for you to have me."
"My garden," had been his response. "First night of the season. We'll be alone. Sometimes passion overcomes all reason and sense, love."
His hand at your elbow brings you back to now. "Do you still want this, dove?"
"More than anything."
He turns you into his arms, and gently cups your cheek in his broad hand. "Then I'm going to kiss you now, love." His thumb brushes across your lower lip and you lean into him until its his lips are meeting yours and there's such a thrill that swoops into your gut from this tender touch, that you let a small sound out that he swallows with a deep hum.
His other palm catches you steady around the small of your back, and he brings you down to his coat, laying you on it. Your heart springs to your throat when you feel his weight over you, spreading your legs to cradle him against you. His weight against your core makes you thrum with a desperate want that you cant name. You pull his bowtie loose and tug him close to you with the tails.
"You're so pretty," you tell him, looking at him from above you, your head swirling over how strong he looks holding himself over you, how broad.
"You're the pretty one, love." He leaves a light kiss on your cheek. "Gorgous."
You run your fingers through the back of his hair, relishing the bristly feel. You roll your hips against him, wanting to be closer, your fingers moving to his shirt, undoing the mother-of-pearl buttons until his vest stops you. He kisses you, deepens it, and you feel a wild, feral tug when his wet tongue meets yours, driving you both into a frenzy. You're flustered and flushed, and he's hot and solid and hard, pressed against you, his glasses askew and pressing into your own face; his fingers tracing up and up your neck while his desperate kisses cover but also miss your wanting mouth. And he's moving his body against you, covering you, fully clothed, the silver fur on his bare chest driving you wild, his cock, hard: straining and stroking against your tensing thigh when he moans into your mouth after you buck up against him. His palm warm and spread out over the soft of your belly and hip and moving up and up, teasing to cup your breast over your blouse, but he never does. Just clutches at you around your ribs here, and he murmurs your name against your lips before your tongue lets his into your warm, hungry kiss.
"You're so lovely," he whispers deftly, huskily against your lips, the tip of his tongue licking first the bottom then top one. His hand at your hip slides down, warming you. "Can I touch you?" Another small lick, another deep kiss. You cry out your consent against his mouth, and his fingers move up your inner thigh, tickling you.
“Go slow” you're clutching at his biceps, breath unsteady and all too excited over the feel of his weight over you--so unlike anything you've ever experienced before, and marveling over his perfect fit between your legs spread for him. The coiling in your core over the lasciviousness of it all is too much: of opening for this man you've longed for--lusted after--for entirely too long.
“Of course, my lady,” he breathes his hand curves over your sex, palming it warm in his firm grasp, eyes sharp and watching your every passing emotion. You lift your hips for him and he peels your small clothes down like they’re not a barrier at all. One of your hand moves from bicep to his shirt hanging open and framing his bare chest, where his peppered grey fur continues to be a sight you still weren't ready for. You tug on his shirt with one hand, your other palm small and centered on his chest, fingers splaying in the hair there, and you rock your hips into his hand cupping you. You relish in the feel of the coarse threads at his chest, and whining at his thumb slipping pressure into your wet lips, slowly parting them.
He begins pressing into you with his middle finger in a way that makes you arch into his chest and your hands scramble up his biceps (so firm and strong but softening with age), until you’re clutching at his shoulders. His thumb continues to swirl and massage your excited, hardened pearl, keeping you wet and open for him, clenching for him.
He chuckles and pulls you close, “I’m herr, dove. That’s it—hold on.”His large hand covers a space across the small of your back where your arching has brought you up from his coat. His lips find yours and your mouth trembles against his, holding him tight around his shoulders when his finger starts curling and petting you deeper inside, the wet sounds making you feel wild rutting and rocking against him, his hand.
“Mr. Pennyworth, I don’t believe I’ve ever felt quite like this before, even by my own hand.” You’re panting and gasping this into his mouth and he’s swallowing it all down, and grinning against you.
“I’m—“ you start, not sure how to describe the fire building in your lower belly thats moving to consume all of you. “Something—“ something’s happening, is what you’re trying to tell him, as the pleasure spreads liquid thick from deep in your cunt throughout your core.
“Look at you coming for me, all over my hand. So good for me,” he soothes you kissing your temple while you whine out your aftershocks against his taut neck. “You’re so lovely, so lovely. We aren’t finished yet, precious thing.”
He makes you feel worshipped--on the page, with all his words, and in the flesh--like you aren't too old to be wooed, too old for an all-consuming, frenzied romance. He doesn't make you feel like just some old maid. “How I have *longed* to watch you bend and bow under my touch. I shall not break you, lovely."
You are plush and warm for him, his thumb grazing your weeping petaled folds, swollen from coming for him. He’s letting you rest after withdrawing, and parting your lips only slightly to collect your honeyed arousal on his thumb, to spread it around your slit. His steady hand and petting doesn't betray his body's nervous excitement, like his soft panting does. Like his mindless rutting into you through his trousers from all of his earlier, sweet kisses.
You bite at your lower lip and look up at him, before turning your gaze to his tented trousers. He's thick and it makes you ache with a thrilling kind of anxiety, though a needy and deep-seated lust still licks at your belly. The feeling of 'something is happening', 'something is going to happen' making your pulse race even faster. You want to feel his manhood--his cock, you think, and flush with such an excitement over the term that your nipples pearl over--bare in your hand. Test its weight in your palm.
He crowds your senses, bringing you out of your mind. He smells of something rugged, but soft: cypress, amber, and his own kind of musk, where sweat is beading from his pores. You feel a wild urge to lick his neck, but you can only paw at his vest, knowing that you need it gone.
"Tell me, darling," he coos at you, fingers bunching your skirts at your hips, dragging you close to him. "How do you want it? How would you like it?"
What a question, you think, pulse in your throat. How to answer? He's hard against your front, and this makes your head spin. You whine when you move against him--a mindless thing, like your body just knows what to do though you've never done a thing like this before. Your palm traces from his chest lower and lower, stuttering when you get to his belt.
"I shall deny you nothing," he promises, his nose tracing your temple, his voice and breath warm and tickling at your neck. "You can touch my cock, sweetling," he coos, encouraging you but not forcing your hand. You feel yourself flush and your nipples pearl over at him referring to his body His lips gently ghosting your cheek. You shudder into his embrace, and in a moment of bravery, cup him through his dress trouser. Your name is a prayer, a whisper torn from his chest and hidden in your neck. "This cock is yours, angel; this body. I am yours."
The slip of his tongue at your lower lip until he’s suckling it into his mouth, his teeth grazing at it. You make a wild sound and rock into him, palming his cock again. He rocks into you, and you feel his fingers making quick work of your skirts, tugging them up until the evening chill cools your front.
“Can I taste you, love?”
You want to know what this fully means, but you think of the line of blackberry juice drawn against his skin, and how you felt you learned something, carnally, about him last year when your tongue visited his skin. You know you want him to do the same. You moan your consent, but then you’re gasping when his tongue, first the tip of it, then the flat of it presses into where your neck meets your shoulder and then moves up and up.
You’re both trembling and nervous but he takes the lead. “Go slow?” You manage.
“Of course.” He promises, his stern steely eyes so soft now.
He's lining up, cupping your face with a free hand. "Are you mine, love?" His nose nuzzles into yours before he pulls back to search your face for any signs of hesitation or denial.
“I have been yours for entire seasons, Mr. Pennyworth.” You tell him and that's all he needs.
The air shifts, and your bodies thrum and speak to one another: something's happening, something's going to happen.
“Kiss me?” You're quiet, but he can hear every breath.
“Always.” His nose slots into the space beside yours, forehead resting against yours, his fingertips tracing down your cheek until hes cupping your neck, thumb stroking your throat.
His tongue touches your lower lip and when you gasp with your breath hitched in your throat, he licks his way into your mouth. His cock follows his tongue. He starts entering you, joining you: slow, slow, slow--like he promised. Stops. Your fingers dig into his shoulders and you feel his entire body flex over you.
"Oh, *dove*," he moans into your mouth, a sharp, gruff, masculine sound that makes you squirm from under him.
There is a sacredness in your joining, just like there was a sacredness in your meeting. His fingertips trace serendipitous flavors over your lips before he inhales your lavender sighs and locks them away in his secret chest. He yields to you with a soft groan. This is something much headier than rutting and marital ritual of duties, you decide. This is the lovemaking your books have told you about, and you kiss him harder to stop your mouth from declaring such deep affections though it twists your stomach to keep it to yourself.
You whine when your aching pussy clenches around him--so unlike your fingers, his fingers--and you bite down on his shoulder softly.
"Tell me, darling," he demands, looking down at you with a sense of awe, lust. Pride.
"I--"
"Your words, sweetling." His hand traces down and down, until his thumb is working slick, petal-soft circles around your swollen clit, robbing you of all language.
And in this moment, this joining, this connection where youre skin to skin apart from your mouths touching, you realize youve never felt like this before. Its frightening and exhilirating. Its safe and familiar. Only the fear is only a living spectre, something like a dream. Your conditioning tells you that the shame should drench you, pull you out of the moment. This man is not your husband, and you're but a maid; and yet, you've never felt braver. You've never felt a stronger tug of belongingness, of connection. Youve never felt a stronger truth of ‘this is exactly where I'm supposed to be’.
You cry out when he sinks deeper, feeling yourself grow more malleable for him. His coat is so soft under you, and the gentle way he laid you down on it continues to make your heart race. Your trembling fingers move from clutching his shoulder and bicep to pressing into his gorgeous silverfoxed beard. You share a heavy-lidded gaze. You want to tell him this revelation, you must tell him. And so you do. “I have never felt like this, Alfred,” you're breathless, your words are warm against him. And the way you say his name so soft into the evening's sweet air, like an incantation: marking him yours, just as his body bent possessive and protective, is marking you his. “In all my life,” it's like an oath, a pledge, and his eyes believe every word.
You arch into him and he make an indecent sound before closing his eyes and burying his face into your neck. Your hand presses into his back, between his shoulder blades. Your free hand cradles his head and your fingers brush into his curls coming undone from his exertion and sweat. His hair is so soft, like youd imagined, and their wavy texture feel as good as they look.
This, now, is something you'll always remember. Not because of it being your first time, but because of the time youre sharing with him. How you'll always be threaded into this moment—for all of time—together. His nose pressing behind your ear while he suckles gently at the sensitive patch of skin where your jaw meets your neck.
“Alfred,” you breathe into his hair, inhaling all of him, snapping your hips to meet his.
He groans soft, ragged-rugged, hearing his name fall from your lips. His large hand snakes up your skirts and warms your bare hip, coaxing your movements to still. He stills,too, “I shall not last long, love, if youre going to move like that. Let me hold you, feel you, just like this.”
You don't worry something's wrong. You know what this is, and you're grateful to keep his cock nestled in your warm: this is a moment to hold onto him, and savor your joining.
But then hes pulling himself away from your neck and he’s kissing you info a frenzy, until his gentle strokes move from slow, to quicker, to both your hips snapping and meeting one another in a perfect dance.
“Fred,” it slips out when hes heavy inside you, sweat collecting yours and then sharing his heat with you again, his stomach taut and soft against yours. “Freddie,” your fingers punctuating all syllables of his pet name as his thick cockhead pets a spot deep inside of you that makes you clamp and clench around him, trapping him with your limbs and wanting cunt.
His eyebrow quirks a smidge of curiosity and he cups your chin in his fingers, thumb brushing against you. His immaculate hair has fallen out of place—a bit—from where its slicked back, a thick strand of steely-raven spilling across his steel-azure gaze. “Say it again, dove. Cry out your desire for me,” his thumb brushes over your lower lip before his eyes, and then mouth, swallow you.
He fucks you with his hand moving to spread over your belly, kneading into you and his other hand gripping your hip, hiking your leg against his hip, his military-man hair coming so undone, just as you come undone beneath him, his hair spilling into his eyes while he watches your climax build and peak around his buried, soaked cock. “Dont be embarrassed love, let go: fuck me how youve wanted; how youve told me in your filthy lovely letters.”
“Alfred, Im coming,” you cry out, a sob hitched in your chest.
“I know, love,” hes panting against your cheek where his forehead is pressed into yours. “I feel you.”
He pulls away and watches you fall apart beneath him, his brow furrowed and focused, and when he feels the last of your tremors subside, he slips from you and fists his cock, spilling his release across your belly. The profound absence of him rocks you, but not as much as the full ness of being totally satiated fills you with an unidentifiable happiness.
6
Night comes, and hes got you cradled to his chest. The ocean waves, lapping--ebbing...flowing--on the other side of the garden wall. A give and take movement: not unlike the resting breath you share, pushing and pulling from one another's chests, soft bellies.
“There was a time,” he says, so low and quiet its like you feel the words buzzing in his chest. His large hand warm around the back of your neck. “Years ago, in the parlour. At the manor. We locked eyes--you and I--when I was serving Master Bruce a drink. You'd looked up from your book. And you looked at me. Directly at me, only at me. Until that moment, it had been such a long time since I felt seen—truly and properly properly—by a woman. It was the adoration for me.”
You’re so content, resting on him like this, listening to the deep rumble of his voice, and listening to nature breathe and rest.
“I love you,” he says. “In your absence; in your presence.”
He is a dream in waking hours, in these stoppered hours.
You wish to keep him. To marry him. So you tell him. And he tells you: he is yours.
no-pressure tags (feel free to ignore or ask to be removed!) @princessxkenobi @celestianstars @squidlywiddly87 @uncle-kenobi
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firstdivisiongirl · 8 days
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hi there <3 I’m hoping that you would be able to do a tokyo revengers matchup for me if its still open :)
my name is Samantha <3
my pronouns are she/her!
my personally type is ENFP!
my zodiac sign in virgo!
if i had to say what alignment i am, it would be chaotic neutral LMAO
im 5’7, slightly on the curvy side. i have long-ish, black curly hair and brown eyes. i wear round, black glasses. i have a couple of pierces and tattoos!
if you go on Pinterest and look up “Tumblr aesthetic 2014 grunge” and that is my dream aesthetic if i wasn’t so lazy - i only wear leggings and hoodies…
my favorite anime right now is Tokyo Revengers <3 also slightly obsessed with hazbin hotel and helluva boss
the games that my friends and i have played / play are - Twisted Wonderland and Obey Me
i have one cat and one dog <3
my favorite food is sushi! i also LOVE DR. PEPPER <3333 its like BAD
i feel like i dont have that many hobbies because i work ALOT. my friends say that i am a workaholic :( when Im at work, i basically run around like the world is going to end if that task isn’t done in the next two seconds. i have the mind set of “if you want things done right, you have to do it yourself” - which stresses me out and idk why I am like that HAHA
but when im not working, i love to write for my friends - mostly it will be about whatever fandom that we are into at the moment. (tbh i never end up finishing the stories because i get lazy haha).
my dream goal in life is to write angsty romance novel - like enemies to lovers (which is my FAVORITE TROUPE) and become an author.
as well, I am IN LOVE WITH MUSIC! every year that my Spotify wrap comes out my friends are SHOOK about how many different genres, artist and amount of time i listen to music for. for example, this year i listened to 75 different genres, 2,864 songs and 1,595 different artist!!
my top artist were : Pierce The Viel, Taylor Swift, Chase Atlantic, Rosenfeld, and Fall Out Boy :)
my top songs were : emergency contact, habits, this is why im hot, cardigan, and ceilings <3
my top genres were : pop, pop : indie, pop punk, rap, and alt z (whatever that is LMFAO)
this year i listened to : 32,897 minutes
my favorite thing to do is make playlist based on shows and characters to show my friends about how I feel <3
ive been told that i look very intimidating and mean, but once you get to know me im an uwu baby. that im very down to earth and emotional. but i make friends very easily - considering people have told me even though i look mean but i have an inviting aura which draws them in.
i’m pretty extroverted lol i make friends wherever i go and always see people i know whenever im out
i have a hard time expressing myself verbally. that whenever i try to tell someone how i feel about something, i start to get tongue-tie and stressed and upset. probably cause i feel too much at the same time :( so what i end up doing is just writing out how i feel and showing them (which is kind of rare lol)
but when Im talking about something that i love - Iiget loud LMFAO I start to talk with my hands more than i already do, i start talking very fast. then when i noticed that im doing that, i stop and apologize for being annoying HAHAH
my friends call me a tsundere (only applies with anime characters - not IRL people) because there will be a character that i cannot stand at first and then i will start to slowly like them and be VERY MEAN AND ANGRY ABOUT IT. eventually that character will turn into one of my favorite characters and i love them with all my heart - but will still be mad about it.
but tbh i’m such a hopeless romantic! if we’re dating i love you with all my heart.
my love language are : quality time, physical touch and words of affirmation. i will want to spend all my time with you. i am a very touchy person. words of affirmation is very important to me because i am very self conscious about basically everything about me *sigh* BUT IM TRYING TO WORK ON IT <3
SORRY I FEEL LIKE I WROTE SO MUCH! SORRY IF NONE OF THIS MAKE SENSE LOL
i hope you have an amazing day! stay cool
Hi there. I can’t stay cool because I’m not cool lol. It makes sense and it’s not too much. The more info the easier it is to find your perfect match. Idk how far you are in Tokyo Revengers. Let’s do this and I hope you enjoy.
You Got…
Kokonoi Hajime!!!!
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He loves romance. (If you’ve seen season 3 you kind of get it). Love is something he really wants. And when he falls, he falls hard!
He works a lot too, so don’t worry about him getting mad at you.
He is patient and kind of a sweetheart. He wouldn’t get annoyed by your hand talking and getting passionate.
He’s been good friends with Inui (Inupi, Discount Sabo, etc. Boy has so many names lol!!!!), who does express himself much. He’d be able to figure it out and help as much as he could (his solution probably would include money).
He’d tell you he appreciates and loves you as much as he can. He can be a little emotionally constipated. He’ll probably also buy you stuff to show how much he cares.
If you love a character or band, expect lots of merch from him.
He’d love to hear your stories, especially angsty romance. He’s kind of an example angsty romance so…yeah.
I think you two would have similar music tastes and idk why. If he isn’t a Swiftie, I don’t know anything anymore.
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chaoticbuka · 5 months
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[20 Question Fic Writer Game]
Tagged by @faindri and @museqmeg
How many works do you have on AO3?
11 (wow I was surprised it was this many.)
What is your AO3 word count?
75, 656 (it'll jump 100k this month)
What fandoms do you write for?
Trigun. I have one fic that I didn't do much with for Sasaki to Miyano
What are your top five fics by kudos?
"Achilles Come Down"- Act I of the Wait for Me Series (E)
Hungry (E)
Slice of Mashwood Character Study (G)
Confessions (G)
Endless Dream: A Sasaki & Miyano Romance (T)
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Mostly. If I don't it's because I... a) don't know what to say b) opened the comment but then got distracted and forgot c) the brain weasels won
What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Desiderium
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Hungry? Gosh I don't have anything with a clear happy ending. That changes with my VW that starts being posted on 11/11
Do you get hate on fics?
No. Please don't start. I do cry.
Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yes. I'm really into exploring gender and sexuality. I would love to get bold enough to write some raunchy transgressive stuff, but I don't think I am there yet. I will also continue to write for a range of audiences.
Do you write crossovers?
Not yet
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not yet, but I would be so honored
Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
Not yet, hmu if you wanna collab
What's your all-time favourite ship?
I don't think I have one haha I'm polyam irl sooooo
What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever will?
Probably my Sasaki to Miyano fic. I like it and I have ideas, but I just don't know if I will get back to it.
What are your writing strengths?
characterization?
What are your writing weaknesses?
so much
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
If it's accurate and mindful of the native speaking community then yes.
First fandom you wrote for?
Fruits Basket
Favourite fic you've ever written?
"Come, Wayward Sinner" It is a milestone for me in my journey of self discovery
Tagging: @theaba12 @spicychestnut
But only if you want to!
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sora-of-uranus · 1 month
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I've been so negative to the LA so heres a few things that I genuinely loved. Spoiles ahead. duh.
Sukis eye make up. the yellow blend into red? a nice subtle change to her character design that reallly adds to her
Zuko having those avatar dolls and their eyes lighting up. was cute
Zuko getting so hissy and destroying his room cuss his journal was missing. very relatable, very silly, the way Iroh is just kinda there realllly shows their dynamic well and also shows how Zuko IS just a stressed teenager
all the maps and drawings on the walls. they are very pretty and I'd love to have some of them irl
the entire scene of Suki and Sokka training together. Sokka slowly following her, Suki directing his moves and changing his forms. it felt like a dance and reallly highlighted how beutiful and deadly martial arts can be. it was also just filmed very sweetly with little noise beyond a sound track and grunts. Genuinely the best scene of episode 2 (and maybe the whole show).
Zuko unirioncally trying to fight Kyoshi??? it was so random but SO fitting. I aspire to be as stupid as this dumbass.
Sokka going "leader vs leader" to Zuko when asking him to fight was very cute and I HOPE they keep this style of interactions in like season 3 if they get that far.
JET USING THE HOOKS ON HIS SWORDS TO CONNECT THEM AND USE THEM AS ONE LARGE EXTENDED SWORD??? so intresting. SUCH a good use of props and how dynamic the fights in this show COULD be.
Longshot. Idk they are just so funny to me, I love how they are just casually posed on a tree as they shoot the first arrow.
the mechanist telling Sokka that he's tallented when it comes to engineering. it was very sweet, although I feel like it might bite the writers in the ass eventually. but for now it was very sweet.
I know in a past post I complained that Aang taught her bending to much, BUT Jet helping her open up about her mother and it helping her bending was an intresting take. I can see why people would hate it, but also why people would like it. Its intresting, its unique, and introduces an intresting paralel of Katara struggling to bend because of her emotions, and (hopefully) zuko facing that same issue later on in the series.
OMA AND SHU. best change of the entire series, truly the ultimate step up from the og, it works so well. I've seen this change in fanfiction and always loved it there, so happy it's now in a cannon media. Also the art work as they explain is very very beutiful.
Jets actor is honestly pretty fucking good. his "I thought you were on our side. On my side" speech in episode 4 was very sweetly done and it FELT complex with his emotions. espeically the choked up "i am nothing like the firebenders" MY GOD. Its a different take on Jet that shows a bit more of his sympathy then in the show and I think it realllly works. Props to the actor.
Zuko struggling to lie during episode 4 and make up excuses as he walks around the prision. Its so fucking funny to see him struggle and be all "well...my comanders gonna be pissed if I don't get to my duty in times" its so funny. I love Dallas I think he does a great job with Zuko and his characterisation will only get better if the show continues.
changing it to Sokka and Katara in the cave from Aang and Katara is honestly pretty cute? I know it takes away from the building romance with Katara and aang (although the show has cut so many of their interactions then this time it really WOULD feel forced) BUT it does work to expand and examine the theme of family that Avatar as a thing LOVES. Its espeically sweet arfter we've seen Katara and Sokka struggling deeply with each others wants and desires earlier in the show (espeically since this is stright arfter Jet). ( I am slightly pissed that its KATARA who is the skeptic in the tunnels. they could have the same argument with Katara being the one to believe. but oh well). Their argument was well worth it, it was long building, and truly felt like the two had buckled under the stress of leaving their tribe. Plus with the glowing crystals its like they are surrounded by stars which I think adds to the idea of missing home.
finishing the song secret tunel to then go "yeah there doomed!" with the biggest smile on his face. 10/10 comedy.
The arctitexture of the Omashu palace AND the crystals he bends are extrodinarily stunning. I mean the crytals look like smash beer bottles when broken, but when they are crystals???? suppper pretty.
ZUKOS PONY TAIL DOES THE PONY TAIL SWING BACK AND FORTH! Okay I know this is dumb, ut in the animation it didn''t happen as much or as extreme so it pleases me that real world physics are happening. Plus its just so silly.
The earth benders talking about how much was LOST during Irohs siege of ba sing se was pretty powerful. I've always been slightly irked that they wash over Irohs past and that he is JUST a good person, so it felt pretty cool that they took the time to kinda have him be....confronted by it? "I was a soilder" "you were a butcher!". It was a very quick examination of grief and ptsd, we got to see Irohs own sort of views about what happened, we got to see another persons desire for revenge because of the war, it was an odd scene for what we know of Iroh but it WAS intresting.
The funeral scene. "what a great honour for you and Lu ten to die in service of the fire nation" AND THEN ZUKO ACTING LIKE IT WAS WRONG TO SAY THAT. god. And then offering the medal that lu ten gave him to Iroh to properly comfort him? I was sobbing. It was a beutiful examination of Zukos conflict with what is expected of him, and what he WANTS to do. and then sitting by his side when no one else would? and Irohs tears only NOW comming once Zuko joined him? It was reallly and beutiful scene. I am so happy they added this.
genuinely when it was revealed that the tunnels where changing??? chills. I expected it. but it still shook me to my core. Maybe its cuss of the funeral scene before hand but either way props to them.
Okay so the animals sometimes looks goofy, BUT they also express WHAT they are so well. I love all the animals they look so fluffy and silly.
Iroh using the chains against hte earth soilders, once again some fun fight choreography and I am living for it.
Katara finding the badgermoles reacting to emotions with like...wonder and then Sokka going all "soo uhhh Mr badgermole" Was SO cute and in character.
Sometimes theres issues with the earth bending speed, but in the Bumi and Aang fight I found all the speed rather fitting. When he threw rocks, he THREW them. espeically the smaller rocks those shits are DEADLY. I mean that recreations of the animations scene where he bends over the rock looks goofy, like I get it but it didn't quite translate well BUT The rest of the fight looked pretty good. (and whilst I GET why it was important for Aang to face this challenge of this or that, it was upsetting for BUMI to be the one to do that. There are multiple other characters where it would make more sense, with Bumi being an old friend it just feels wrong. "you think like a child" "Is that really so bad?" was very sweet though.). I think Im a little over critical of what they've done to Bumi. it is a sweet story line and I can KINDA understand Bumis stance. realistically it wasn't that awful of a change its just jarring cuss its BUMI. Love his dress though I think it REALLY adds to this diversity of cultures and earth kingdom citys.
Seeing Zuko with that bandages arround his head and all his hair kinda really hurt. Also the use of leaves from the vine again. very sweet. "home. everything I need is on this boat" IT MADE ME SOB SO FAST. For all this shows changes, the changes they do with Zuko and Iroh work. The way Zuko saw the air bison and STILL chose getting his uncle to safty over even mentioning them? wonderful.
THE ICE DISKS! KATARA LITERALLY SAYING SHE GOT IT FROM THE EARTH BENDERS! its pretty cool. I like that they are already going deep with the benders taking elements from other bending styles is super fun!
Sokka and the little girl
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OHHHHH oh oh fuck I’d ask all the pride questions but I gotta be normal so uh. 8, 10 and/or 11 for Denandras!!
pls don't be normal i would happily answer any/all questions about my ocs!!
this got pretty long, so i'm putting this under the cut:
8. Have they had struggles with their identity, be it due to internal or external reasons?
God. Has he ever. Growing up in drow society as a lower-class male entertainer was hard enough, but growing up with feelings of what we would call dysphoria (he, of course, originally saw that as desire to be female for the power it would offer him) made it even harder. Denandras, then known as Szin'eth, was definitely very confused by his identity growing up, and due to the nature of his society would remain confused for almost two hundred years. When he finally had the means to escape to the surface, he still saw his own masculinity as sort of a curse, something he'd deeply internalised growing up in Menzoberranzan. He didn't find freedom in it, didn't feel like it was something to be celebrated, as it was with the drow men who joined Bregan D'aerthe. Denandras identified as a trans woman for many years and lived as Brizziffyn, but it never felt right, either. He changed his name again and lived as a man when he came to Waterdeep, but internalised transphobia is a hell of a drug, and never really considered that being non binary was an option (at least, that's the closest term we would have for him IRL). His feelings about gender were even stranger when he underwent the Changedance, because the Changedance completely changes your physiology so you look like you were born a different sex. While this is something he may have thought he wanted when he went by Brizziffyn (he changed his name to Denandras when he converted to worship of Eilistraee, though this was before he underwent the Changedance), it never felt entirely comfortable to him. Only through the temple of Eilistraee and meeting Luala did he start to understand that he could exist outside the binary, though I'd say he still moved through the world and presented as a woman through most of BG3. I'd imagine he would only open up about his struggles with gender at about the mid-point of Act 2, when all of the origin characters start having their own crises. This would come in the form of him sort of coming out to everyone (though he had been open about the Changedance, he hadn't talked about his discomfort with it, possibly seeing voicing his discomfort as a sort of blasphemy... yeah, growing up drow will seriously fuck up your ability to understand what is okay of a woman to ask of you and what isn't) and coming to the conclusion that he/him pronouns felt best for him, even if he isn't a man, necessarily.
As for sexuality, it isn't quite as complicated (though, this being Denandras, it's still complicated). Bi/pansexuality is the norm in the Forgotten Realms, however, I'm pretty sure I remember reading somewhere that WLW relationships are far more accepted than MLM ones by drow (though calling them relationships is also a bit ehhh, since only Eilistraeeans actually have a word for love- something actually brought up by the Minthara romance). When it comes to orientation, Denandras definitely leans more towards men than women, but that isn't to say that he hasn't held feelings for women before (ex: Luala, a Silverhair Knight of Eilistraee who rebuffed his advances, though this developed into them becoming very good friends instead). I would imagine his preference to "entertain" men over women wasn't taken terribly well in Menzoberranzan, though likely he rarely had a choice in who he performed for, if at all. Denandras is also somewhere along the asexuality spectrum, though this definitely interacts with the sexual trauma he's faced at the hands of House Tor'duis (a drow house that, you guessed it, held him captive for a few years, as he was a favoured performer). He's very much of the mind that sex is something extra in life. It can feel good, when done right, but he doesn't seek it out. When it comes to his relationship with Astarion this definitely causes problems early on, as the two are similar in terms of backstory, but ends up actually benefitting them both post-Cazador. Denandras is a very romantic person, especially in terms of displays of affection and non-sexual intimacy, but when it comes to sex itself he's got a lot of, at times contradictory, feelings about it.
10. Does your OC celebrate Pride? How?
As discussed above, queer identity in Faerûn definitely works a bit differently than it does in our world, so actual pride month/pride parades probably wouldn't be a thing there. However, different pride-associated events/institutions would exist (likely focused more towards trans and aro and acespec identities). One example of a very queer setting would be the Lace Harp, a canonical drag club in Waterdeep founded in the 1370s. Although Denandras got there roughly a hundred years after it was established, it does seem like the kind of place he and Luala would frequent. One thing forgotten by a lot of people is that beauty and the arts also fall under Eilistraee's domain, and gender identity is something that definitely comes into play when it comes to her religion, so all of those combined mean that it's probably pretty common for her followers to either do drag or enjoy drag shows. Art that alludes to a sildur (Realms word for being trans) identity would be something Denandras would appreciate in particular, though using that term for himself would be something he would be uncomfortable with for a long, long time. Especially post-canon (in a world where I don't give him the tragic end that I played through lmao), he and Astarion would be the type to enjoy drag shows and seek out other events and/or groups that involve queer people (though, with bisexuality being the norm, what's considered queer would likely be different than how we define it).
11. Is your OC open about their identity? Are they more low-key or blunt about it? Why or why not?
I'm starting to think I created Denandras to be a mess of insecurity, indecision, and overall complication when it comes to queer identity lmao. I could write a 2k word essay on each one of these questions. But, to answer this one quickly, it's complicated. Over the course of BG3, Denandras became more secure in his identity (like the coming out I mentioned above- if he were a companion in BG3, this would definitely be the Act 2 part of his arc). He tends to keep that part of his identity on lock until he quite literally can't anymore. As for sexual identity, his bisexuality + preference for men is something he doesn't keep hidden. He probably would have, at one point, but upon coming to the surface I think it's the first thing he'd come to terms with identity-wise. It's a lot easier to be bi when being bi is seen as normal, after all. When it comes to asexuality, though (something there is, unfortunately, no Realms term for- though if anyone has a suggestion for a term, I'd be happy to hear it!) he probably is still working to figure that out. There's a lot of trauma that he hasn't been in the right place to unpack for literal centuries, leaving him in a similar position to Astarion, if Astarion had about ten years of real freedom under his belt. That's to say, Denandras is still unsure about a lot of things, and insecurity is still a big issue for him. He'd probably view his own lack of desire as something to push past rather than a fact of being, though he's perfectly willing to respect anyone else's. It's a major case of internalised victim-blaming when it comes to trauma and internalised acephobia when it comes to his asexuality, though these are all something he (with Astarion, if we're disregarding both of their tragic ends in my "canon" playthrough) would attempt to work past. Tl;dr he's a mess of insecurity and thinking he's allowed to even have an identity is still very new to him.
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