#I still really liked this even though it flopped 👉👈

[jestersmonsters]

Jester's Monster AU

Part 8

Warnings(for all parts, not just this one): Blood, gore, general angst, panic attacks, violence, death, dismemberment, attempted cannibalism (from vampires & werewolves), trauma, possible bad writing (I try), and the closest thing to realistic trauma responses I can get in a tmnt monster au.

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What to do now.... Donnie was writhing in Raph's arms, water dripping down his jaws as his newly grown in fangs had pierced the metal bottle that had been stuck in there, and it was getting hard to hold him still. Oh! The moon room! Whenever there was a full moon, his brothers would all put him in there to keep everyone safe during his rampages. Maybe it'd also be useful for this situation. Then he could go make sure Casey was okay. "Alright, bud. Let's get you somewhere safe." He said, carrying him off.

With no hands free, it was difficult to open the door, but somehow, he managed with a combination of his foot and tail to get both locks off and to push the door open. Inside, it was mostly barren although the walls were padded, and there were multiple destroyed mattresses inside as well as food scraps. Aiming at one of the tattered old mattresses, Raph just threw Donnie inside and quickly backed away and shut the door. There was a thud on the other side of the door and some hissing followed by slight shuffling and silence. On the outside of the room there were a couple monitors connected to security cameras inside so Raph could see that Donnie had just slammed into the door then quickly gave up and flopped down on the mattress he'd been thrown onto and curled up like a cat. He'd kept the water bottle in his mouth for some reason. It was odd that he hadn't just dropped it. There was a smaller door to the side that they used to get food into the room since on full moons, Raph really calmed down with a full stomach. Hopefully, this worked the same way.

After making sure Donnie would be okay, he rushed off to check on Casey. He was just sitting alone in the med bay, cleaning and patching the bite he'd gotten. "You alright?" Raph asked, stepping closer. "The bite will heal fine, yeah. I've had worse." he assured. "I'm worried about Donnie, though." he added, looking up at Raph, who bit his lip and crossed his arms. "Well.... I stuck him in the moon room. So that bit's taken care of. You sure the bite is fine, though? I mean.... that's how Don got turned in the first place." he muttered, looking down at the fresh bandages. Casey suddenly looked very worried. "THAT'S how it works?! I don't even.... Oh God, I don't even know what this is. So it's like Rabies?!" he panicked, causing Raph to throw up his hands reassuringly. "No, it'll be alright! It's not like rabies. It won't kill you. Or I mean.... it will, but not forever. I think." "WHAT?!" "Well- Um... it's not as bad as it sounds. I promise. Vampires are like.... undead. They're still alive technically, but you saw how Don had no heartbeat, yeah? And for some reason, they die in the sunlight. Also, they gotta drink blood and all to survive. I dunno how it all works. But that's like... the basics." Raph explained quickly. Casey didn't look less worried, but his shoulders relaxed. He put a hand to his neck like he was checking for a pulse. "Well, I'm not dead yet, so that's... something. " He said, taking a deep breath. "Alright. It'll be fine." he breathed, smiling nervously as his wings trembled.

Just then, Leo's portal opened, and the blue turtle stepped through, Mikey following behind him. Leon had a couple of shopping bags filled with blood pouches. "Got the groceries!" He announced, setting the bags down. "Where's Donnie?" Mikey asked, scanning the room. "I dropped him in the moon room. He uhm.... bit Casey." Raph answered. To which, both turtles winced. "Eugh.... That's not good. Alright, I'll go feed the beast. Then Mike can tell us all what he learned." Leon said, grabbing like four blood bags from his haul and sprinting off.

Once at the moon room, Leon checked the camera once before slipping the pouches in the food slot. Inside, Donnie near immediately dropped the bottle in his mouth and pounced, spilling some of the blood as his fangs punctured the nearest one, and he began drinking. He drained two and a half of them before he paused in his actions, blinking a few times as confusion set into his expression. Looks like he was back.

#rottmnt #rottmnt au #my au #jester's monsters #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt monster au #rise donatello #rise donnie #rottmnt donnie #rise leo #rottmnt leonardo #rise casey #rise michelangelo #rise raphael

[borathae]

Girl.. I'm finally caught up but these last three chapters if mv were literally insane, I don't even know where to start lol

I'll start with Emma first because being completely honest, I wasn't sure if I was going to like her in the group. I thought she would change up the dynamics too much and make it weird but none of that happened! She's so sweet and I love everything about her personality. I also had (still kinda do) a hard time keeping girl friends so seeing the mc get that connection makes me so so happy. Their little girls night left my heart warm and aching for one of my own.

Jimin needs a good ass kicking session, let kook at him for awhile, he's a big boy I'm sure he can take it 😒 The way he is written literally scrambles my brain, on hand I have so much empathy for him and I know some of his actions are trauma responses that he deserves to heal from.. but he's such a dick at the same time! I just want her to tell Tae already so he can kick his teeth in and teach him a lesson. (I also want to add that I wouldn't be opposed to a vmin/mc threesome with dom tae making them play nice with each other 👉👈)

Yoongi is completely wrecking tf out me, girl i am exhausted 😮‍💨 I really forgot how far their relationship has come but holy frickkk he's too cute for his own good🥰 That stupid prick made me completely and utterly livid doing that to him, he's come so far and opened his heart wide, his emotions are on and he's loving and letting himself be loved and that asshat just decides to toy with him for his own amusement 🤬🤬 should've staked his ass right there on the spot.

I hope Tae gets it together soon, I miss his old self and getting the little glimpses of it between these really heartbreaking mood swings is breaking my heart 😕.. his behavior this last chapter just wasn't it, and honestly the flip flop he's doing with my poor baby Kooks heart is engaging me..

Poor kookie needs to be loved on asap 🥺 also can we talk about his restraint?? How far he's come that he was able to walk out of the room!!! Makes me feel like a proud mama 🥰

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I LOVE EMMA SO MUCH OMFG she is such a lovely character :( we truly love her in this household :(

Jimin IS such a dick, but also a dick I wanna protect ahhaha istfg he is such a fun character to write, because of how layered he is 😩

I also want to add that I wouldn't be opposed to a vmin/mc threesome with dom tae making them play nice with each other 👉👈

YOU ARE GIVING ME IDEAS OMFG????

Yoongi is completely wrecking tf out me, girl i am exhausted

SAME hahah WE ARE A MIN YOONGI FOREVER HOUSEHOLD AND WE ARE GOING TO FIGHT FOR HIM

HONESTLY THOUGH TAE'S BEHAVIOUR BEEN GIVING ME WHIPLASH fajdsjf sorry for yelling all the time ahha I feel like I need to yell to let you know how excited I am to talk about this story with you FADJFJ

Poor kookie needs to be loved on asap 🥺 also can we talk about his restraint?? How far he's come that he was able to walk out of the room!!! Makes me feel like a proud mama 🥰

I LOVE HIM he makes me feel so many things :( and all of them are good :( he's come so far my hardworking baby :(

Thank you so much for your review! I feel like I didn't show you enough just how grateful I am for you but I really am

#asks: magnus venatio #asks #🦇 anon #reviews

[killuaisaprincess]

Chrysanthemum

The white cloth holds him prisoner, heavy on his back, small fingers clutching and grabbing it in an attempt to keep it from smothering him.

It's quickly pulled off, and Killua stumbles back, his wings flattened against his back, slowly fluttering back up.

"You really are a big dumb oaf!"

He scoffs, placing his nimble fingers upon his thin waist, looking up and meeting one apologetic eye, gold flecks dancing in brown.

"I'm sorry, little fairy."

The giant's voice rumbles around him, gentle and low in tenor; stupidly childlike, though.

Killua rolls his eyes, flapping his wings a few times, stomping a small foot down on the wooden surface.

"It's Killua! Killua, not little fairy!

The eye belonging to the giant blinks slowly, and Killua doesn't need to see the rest of his face to tell he's an absolute moron. Yet somehow, it's endearing to Killua.

"KILL-UUU-AAAA!"

He annunciates each vowel for the lumbering moron, an elegant eyebrow raised.

"Do you have a name, or should I keep calling you big dumb oaf?"

"NOOOO!"

The ground beneath Killua shakes, and his ears scream in pain, and he quickly raises his hands to cover the small pointed appendages, his legs shaking at the vibrato and causing him to fall.

"Ah, sorry... little- Killua, I forgot to whisper."

Killua's vision remains star-crossed for a second, and he slowly tugs his fingers away from his ears, ignoring how the room around him seems to shake and how the echoes still reverberate in his ears.

Oh, right. Killua had been careless; how could he forget... Giants normal volume when speaking was enough to destroy entire little fairy encampments if they tried. Yet till now, the giant had not risen his voice, and now he sounded beyond regretful.

He huffs shakily, standing up on bare feet, wings flapping rapidly in hopes of regaining some balance. This fails to help as he almost falls until just the very tiny tip of an index finger is flesh against his side, warm and oddly comforting, like a blanket. Killua doesn't think he's ever felt such warmth. Always an outcast amongst the rest and raised only to hunt. Only to kill.

This warmth... he was big, really big, bigger and dumber than any human. A huge stupid oaf whom had decided to save him for whatever moronic forsaken reason. Giants are ugly, terrible creatures. Monstrous, they would say.

Fairies are small, fragile creatures, true, but if anything, Killua would say they were the monsters, shunning those who they deemed too ugly and horrific for the world, never giving them a chance.

If you asked him, fairies are terribly ugly.

Killua was terribly ugly to them too, just like the giants... scars running against the pink of his flesh, said flesh sickly pale, and wings a lightly discolored blue. Not beautiful or vibrant or large. His silver locks tousled and untamed, short, not pinned down, and long to the side like most would wear. His hair tickled the nape of his neck and went no further. Consider it some petty way of not wanting to be like them. Like his father...

Killua catches a glimpse of red bleeding across the webbing of a large meaty palm, his eyes drawn to it despite the fact he has to flutter up slightly to see. Oh... When he had dug his blade in the other... strapped to his thigh, a small rock knife he never left home without... when he had a home.

"Y-you're hurt..." Killua feels idiotic the second the words leave his lips, cursing at the way his voice wobbles, and his cheeks now burn with shame and embarrassment.

"Mmm."

A hum that vibrates with warmth in each tiny little vertebrae in his wings, making him press them down and against his back.

"It's okay, little fairy didn't mean to hurt me... Gon."

Gon? Was that his name...? Wait!

Killua eyebrows furrow, and he flys up to meet and land on the index nail of the giant.

"It's Killua! Killua, you dumb big oa- Gon. That is your name, right?"

The Giant bobs his head up and down, and Killua almost catches a glimpse of his nose for a moment before his balance is torn asunder for the tenth time, it seems.

He falls to his knees, digging his nails into Gon's index finger, which Gon seems to have little reaction to. If Killua could guess based on the crinkles near his eye and the way his large bushy brow raised alone... Yeah, Gon was grinning like a dumb idiot.

"Uh-huh!"

This idiot... why was he so happy about that? Fairies never got happy about things, not often, at all. Forced into marriage, forced into a job, prim, proper... dolls...

Killua stands back up, shifting his head down, bright cerulean eyes looking at the follicles of dust lingering on the makeshift, presumed desk beneath.

His small dainty fingers rise and brush up against his porcelain cheeks, bangs obscuring his vision some.

It had been years since... he had been one thousand and two hundred years old, yet he could still feel the tingling burn of the slap, red-hot across his cheek for being too emotional. He was considered a teenager now one thousand and five hundred years old, and the biggest disappointment to his family. Who had thought him a prodigy. This mission was supposed to prove his worth to them... but... he would never be able to go back. He wasn't good enough. He wasn't perfect. They had seen his face. His wings.

"Little fairy? Killua?"

Warmth presses into his face, against his ribs, and Killua stiffens, jumping just slightly.

"Why did you help me?"

The words drip venom, and he coils in like a snake pressing his palms against the warmth and flesh of Gon's other index finger. It's not his fault. It's Killua's. He's always been a big crybaby. He's just lashing out. He really is ugly.

"Because little fairy- Killua, he's really pretty! All the other fairies are pretty, but not like Killua!"

What?

His heart starts pounding, his fingers trembling, the tips of his pointy ears twitching and going bright red, burning across the brim of his nose and cheeks. His wings flap a couple of times delicately despite no need for flight, and his chest and insides feel like they are on fire, more than his face.

"S-stupid! What!? You can't be serious! You can't help someone because of a dumb reason like that! Do you even know what I did? I killed the fairy king! He's dead!"

"I don't care."

...What?

Killua whips around baffled, but he's met with childlike innocence, sparking in amber and swirling in brown.

"He was mean, a big meanie, and Killua, Killua isn't! Gon can tell! And Killua was glowing!"

But... but... his wings. They don't glow. Not like everyone else's. Did this idiot eat one too many mushrooms in the forest?

Killua wraps his fingers around his wrist; blue veins sticking out like lighting against his flesh, he feels somehow smaller shrinking in.

The tip of a finger prods at him, and Killua falls off and quickly flaps his wings open again so he doesn't almost face plant against the table. Again.

"Stop that!"

That big, big eye blinks both innocently and apologetically.

"If Killua has nowhere to go... he should stay with me!"

The giant's voice rumbles, with a laugh, loud in Killua's ears, but not as painful as before, and it makes his heart flip. It would be a dumb decision to take refuge with a giant. One of fairy-kinds natural enemies.

Therefore, it's a good thing that Killua, too, is their enemy.

He sighs, fluttering down and landing gracefully, flattening his wings behind his back, lips parting open... and then he seals his fate.

"Okay."

#I still really liked this even though it flopped 👉👈 #killua #gon #killua zoldyck #gon freecss #gonkillu #hxh #hunter x hunter #killua hxh #Gon hxh #;Windy’s stuff #Ki is tiny and deserves love!

[tomdutch]

175 for harry? 👉👈

my first ever harry piece 🥺 also since i’ve never written for him before, i was unsure if i should tag my regular taglist so if you’d like to not be tagged in any future harry fics, pls lmk!

175: “star gazing. that’s your thing? seriously?”

word count: 1k

warning: this is very suggestive but they don’t do more than make out and be naked lmao so.... nc-17

Harry’s a man of many talents—he’s an amazing photographer, a patient video editor, a surprisingly good actor, and he even has a gift of making sweaters become ten times softer. On certain nights, you feel lesser compared to him, and that insecurity gnaws at the back of your mind like a petulant pest.

Tonight’s one of those dreadful nights, although spending time with your boyfriend always helps put your worries at ease, even if just for a little bit. Having only been dating for a few months prior to being friends for a couple of weeks, you’re still in that sort of antsy, butterflies-in-your-stomach, “every moment spent together is exciting” phase, and you’re still getting to know him more and more.

With his busy schedule, dates are few and far between, and so the both of you have decided to make the most of the time you have together—and Harry’s really gone all out. Dinner at a posh restaurant in which you teasingly convinced him to try out the spaghetti scene from Lady and the Tramp only to burst out laughing when he ended up with sauce all over his face. A nice, comfortable walk hand in hand through the peaceful suburb. And finally, you’re in his bedroom, after a whirlwind of open-mouthed, languid kisses and fingers digging into skin as pleasure rolled over both of you.

Your head lies placidly on his propped-up pillows, and you let your eyes flutter closed for a moment as Harry’s lips purse over the swell of your breast. He’s not fully hovering over you anymore, but his head is on your chest, a mop of auburn curls tickling your sensitive skin. Softly, you run your fingers through the strands, a lethargic smile growing on your face when he lets out a deep hum and relaxes even further into you, if that were possible.

Placing his chin on your chest, he looks up at you, golden brown eyes shining, “I’m free tomorrow.”

You snort and cup his warm cheek, heart skipping a beat when he instinctively kisses your palm, “Well, thank you for letting me know. You know I’m a player who doesn’t usually stay the night anyway, Harold.”

“Don’t be cheeky,” he grumbles, rolling his eyes as a smile curves on his lip, “I meant we can spend the day together if you’ve got nothing planned.”

“I would love that.” You whisper, leaning up slightly until your mouths brush and he kisses you again, tongue laving yours like before, and you moan wantonly.

“What do you want to do, then, love?” He asks, between sleepy pecks. “Mhm, want to do something you love, something new I’ve never done before.”

Gasping as his hand crawls up your bare thigh again, your hips, as though they’ve got a mind of their own, grind upwards into his touch. Harry grins, sucking on your bottom lip between his own before his teeth run ever so lightly across the swollen flesh, and he bites down.

“I—I don’t know, can we brainstorm later?” You whimper, nails pressing into his taught back.

Humming, Harry flops onto his back beside you, leaving you with a spinning head and clenched thighs. Your head snaps towards him as a what the fuck expression paints your face, but he simply grins with faux innocence and places his arm under his head. He slings his free hand across your waist and brings you into him, and you pout as you wrap your own arms around his figure.

“What do you love to do?” He simpers, although he doesn’t say it like a question, but like he’s trying to remember everything you’ve said to him in the past. “I feel like picnics are cliché, and it’s also too fucking cold for that. Can’t go to the cinema… hm…”

“We can do something at night,” you bite your lower lip, wondering if it would be too nerdy to tell him what you’ve actually been dying to share with him.

“You’re bloody insatiable, woman,” he deadpans, but his eyes are alive with amusement.

As a slew of colourful words escape your lips, you smack his bicep, “No, you pervert. I meant… I was talking about star gazing.”

Taken aback, Harry’s hand stops caressing your back for a moment before it’s back again, slow, rhythmic strokes along your spine. “Star gazing. That’s your thing? Seriously?”

In seconds, you’re flustered for a completely different reason, eyes focusing on a sprinkling of moles across his shoulders instead of looking at him. “Look, I know it’s not fancy or—or as exciting as the things you’re into, but I—I don’t know, I used to do it with my grandpa and the sky is a lot clearer here in the suburbs and—”

You’re cut off by the pressing of his lips to yours, the pink petals taking the words right out of your mouth, and your eyes widen before slamming closed as you kiss him back. When he pulls away, Harry drops a delicate peck to the tip of your nose, and you’re about to bring him back in when he sits up, letting you fall face first into his pillow.

“Alright then, let’s get going.” He perks up, grabbing his boxers from the floor and slipping into them.

“What?” You groan, staring up at him as he zips up his jeans.

“It’s a beautiful night out there, let’s go look at the sky and make a wish or something,” he giggles, cupping your face and squishing your cheeks. “No time like the present, right?”

Flopping onto your back, you kick your legs under the sheets like a child, “But I’m warm, Har.”

“Don’t you want to fuck under the moonlight, love?”

Throwing the cover off of yourself, your eyes frantically scan the room for your discarded clothing. Harry bursts into laughter as his head peaks through the hole of his baby pink sweater, shoulders shaking as you slip your dress on with nothing else underneath.

“Fucking insatiable.”

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[osamusriceballs]

this is just a small rant but 👉👈 you seem really nice so!! here we go!! is it bad to get disappointed when some of my posts don't do as well as others? im a writer for another fandom and i love writing longer fics. i posted one recently but it flopped (around 4k+ words), and i only really get notifications for my smaller writings. i know word count doesn't equal quality but i just get self conscious after all the effort i put into them. anyways, i love your blog sm!! could i be 🐣✨ anon?

My inbox is always open- also for rants!! 💖 Feel free to talk about me about everything!!

So: I know that feeling, and it’s okay to feel that way.

It‘s not bad to want recognition for your fics- You put a lot of time and effort in them, and it always makes a writer happy to see that other people enjoyed it.

But reality is that writers don‘t often get the recognition they deserve- and I can understand everyone who says that they are sad about that. And it feels even worse if something you put a lot of effort in flops, when you feel like it’s just not good enough, even though I can assure you: it is. It’s good, and you did not waste your time with it.

I learned to deal with it, like, I reached a point where I don‘t care that much about likes and stuff. I write because it’s fun, and even if only one person reads it and leaves a like- well then that’s enough reason for me to keep posting. Ngl, I think i would probably still post, even if no one read it haha And I know that everyone always says it, but it’s true: the amount of likes and reblogs does not show how good a fic is. I‘ve seen fics with thousands of likes that just didn‘t catch me, and incredibly amazing fics that had like 20 notes. So you might not get many notes, but I can assure you that you still have a lot of people who are thankful for you effort, and enjoy reading your fics! So don’t sweat it, write again and again, and I’m sure that you will get the recognition you deserve soon!

That’s how I see it, I hope this might make you feel a bit better 🥺 and btw- I feel like hc‘s often get more notes than scenarios, it’s the same on my blog, so I’d say it’s kinda normal- not always ofc, but it’s just a thing that I’ve seen on many blogs

But don‘t worry, I’m sure that your works are amazing! You put your time and effort in them, you got the feels while you wrote it, you saw the scenes before your eyes- I’m sure that your readers also felt that while reading them.

May I ask what fandom? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 and you know- I‘d be happy to read something from you someday! When you‘re comfortable enough, you can tag me, or just dm me!! 💖💖

And KYA!!! CRITICAL HIT, AN EMOJI ANON!! 💖💖

🐣✨- sparkling and cute 😭😭💖 I wanna protect you so bad omg 😫😫💖

Sooo- initial question here: fav character(s) from haikyuu? 💖💖

THANK YOU SO MUCH, SWEETIE!! 💖💖

LOVE YOU, AND PLS STAY HYDRATED!! 💖💖

#love you #🐣✨ anon #such a cutie #but hold your head high- a 4k fic is impressive omg #I‘ve never written a 4k thing omg 😳😳 #i lift my hat 👈🏻 #you are such a precious little bean omg #I hope you feel better #I understand your feelings so good #but you‘re still amazing #and it‘s okay to be upset #I‘m here to for you