#I'm not sure whether teaser is the right word for this or not

[itstowasworld]

Slow Damage teaser from 2016

#slow damage #スロウ・ダメージ #スロウダメージ #my tag #I'm not sure whether teaser is the right word for this or not #but you get what i mean

[chokchokk]

read the full fic [ here ] ~

[teaser] boyfriend!san x girlfriend!reader "𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 (𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄)"

playlist for the fic [ here ]

the tags may change but~ this is where we're at right now yuh.

estimated length is about .....uhhhh well i'm at 4k right now and i'm just starting with the smut so like. at least 8k??? tbh..... it could get longer... but i don't wanna jinx it, yk. anyway it will be a lot. LMAO i am very horny for this san and he's very horny for reader so yh.

teaser under the cut! apply for the tag-list in the comments if yall want xx

“You know the songs I was playing right now, sunshine?” “No, I don’t,” you answer with continuing honesty. Your boyfriend chuckles, “hm, maybe it’s better that way,” voice dripping like honey, but the sweet innocence is feigned, making you curious of what he’s hiding from you, deflecting from the very evident scene he’s painting. His caramel skin proves it; for the particularized taste, heat must be added for sugar to win aroma, and your boyfriend is testing the theory to its limits. Gliding his hands to your hips, San gets your cheeks burning, and when he hooks his fingers into his hoodie and drives it off your body, you lick over your lips asking yourself if you need any clarity to know where this is going; With your arms raised, your boiling skin meets fresh air through your drenched shirt and you shudder for a short moment, before your boyfriend gets his hands on the bra, fetches it, and slithers it out your arms. After it drops to the ground and San sees your nipples poke through your shirt, he shifts his weight to the front to make you trip on your back, and takes off his tank top with both of his hands. His lats spread frighteningly wide and you let out a gasp. You’ll never not be surprised about how beefy your boyfriend is; San’s sweaty body expands in front of your eyes, and his collarbones are perfectly in your sight, as he hovers over you with his hand propped next to your head. There’s a wave of heat hitting your face and you aren’t sure whether you’re blushing or if his body is just genuinely that thermal. Adopting the rather playful tone of your lover, you sulkily murmur, “It’s unfair if you don’t tell me about those things now, Sannie,” letting your finger trail along his slippery chin with softness, aware that you will only semi-attentively listen to his words from how distracted you are from his fallen eyes that are slowly flaming up. There’s only two things on your mind and while one of them includes going home, the other one can be perfectly executed on the couch. “Oh, so naughty things, sunny, I don’t know if you want to hear about them, actually.”  San chuckles, his words contradicting how eagerly he kisses your hand, piercing through you with his eyes, making you melt. He gets his upper body up, his knees caging you in and you murmur “t- tell me about them”, as your boyfriend grabs you by wrist to help you move it down his chest that is still perceivably sleek, down to his abs that are just as lubricious and then, with a heavy sigh he definitely forms into a clear “ha~” leaving his mouth which makes your insides wobble. Your boyfriend is such a tease. On stage, he doesn’t get to be as interactive as his band-counterparts do, like getting their sweat-drenched heads dangle down to the crowd and be ruffled through their hair, but Sun Set surely takes off his top oftentimes enough so every fan of his can admire his build. Your boyfriend’s amazing build.  He lets go of your hand to go through his red hair with a smirk, peeking down at his belt, clearly driving you into a wall here which is going to feel feathery light, but still so scary to brush against your skin— you have to make a choice here, one that makes your voice come out stuttered, one that proves to San that he's on the right track, cooking you up deliciously. San might be a tease, but ohh, Y/N. You’re just so fun to tease, aren't you? "P.. Please, Sannie."

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[astarionfreak]

I'm not sure if you are taking prompts 👉👈 But i had an idea and i haven't seen any fics of it yet.

What if after escaping the nautiloid, tav found Astarion first, and they are all alone when she finds him. Then he does his little thing with his dagger, demanding answers, but then tav is sorta touch starved. Maybe she is kinky, or something like that, so tav ends up moaning and/or breathing heavy under his blade, and astarion realizes what is happening and is very excited to give tav what she needs?????? >.<

I know I am not good at writing, but your fics are so good, i find myself thinking about them throughout my day, and it's distracting 😭

Feel free to change whatever if my idea is kinda dumb or unrefined

Anyways, whether or not you take this prompt is up to you, and i hope you have a great day <3

ANON. Anon! Anon! Listen. Listen. I love this idea. So -- yes. Okay. YES. Thank you!!

As with most things I write, this fic spiraled out of control. It turned into completely self indulgent filth. I hope you enjoy my take on the prompt <3

That darling neck of yours

// Astarion x Fem!Reader (Tav)

When Astarion pulled you down to the ground and held that blade to your throat, it awakened your desire. He noticed -- and he's going to hold it against you (again).

18+ • NSFW • 4.2K words | Teaser below (Read on AO3)

Tags/Warnings: POV second person, Present tense, Knife play (if you squint, Tav does get a small cut on her neck but it's an accident), Masturbation, Vaginal Fingering, Penis in vagina sex, Vampire bites, Blood kink, Light choking/breath play, Submissive Tav, Dominant Astarion.

You sit on your bedroll, staring deep into the campfire. Sometimes, if you sit still enough, you can feel the tadpole wriggling around in your brain. You wonder if you should have pressed on, but the sun set quickly after the pale elf joined your side. So you set up camp.

Astarion. He’s an interesting find. Maybe you’re a fool for letting him travel with you. He did hold a dagger to your throat.

Although . . .

A shiver rolls up your spine. Your skin prickles. You’re immediately aroused by the mere memory of him threatening you — the thought of him claiming you as his own.

You glance over your shoulder and watch Astarion for a moment as he struggles to set up his tent. You’d offer to help, but, well, no. You won’t offer to help. You turn back to the fire and let your mind wander.

Time seemed to slow when the sharp edge of his blade pressed against your throat. His body was so close to yours as you went tumbling backwards and crashing into the dirt. All you could think about was how the back of your head didn’t hit the ground — and how he held you. How he threatened you: his willing captive.

You tug at the collar of your shirt, suddenly finding the warmth of the fire practically unbearable. But your thoughts, they begin to drift again . . .

“What the hells are you doing?” you choked out. Your mouth went dry. You were certain that your face and chest were flushed red from anxiety — or, maybe, it was arousal. You swallowed thickly and tried to plan your escape. When was the last time someone held you or even touched you at all?

“Shh. Not a sound. Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours,” he purred. The low timbre of his voice went straight to your cunt. You locked eyes with his. Crimson, dark, deep. A soft moan clawed its way up your throat and slipped past your lips. He didn’t say anything, but he heard it, you watched as his eyes darkened. Part of you hoped that he’d defile you right there — in the dirt where you met.

Heat pools between your legs. If only you could find some relief. There’s one thing that would help. You check behind you again. Astarion is still busy with his tent. Surely he wouldn’t notice if you . . .

You slip your hand beneath the hem of your pants. Your fingers travel lower, lower, lower. Only pausing when you’ve brushed over your clit. You bite your lip and shiver. Then you continue down until your fingers are low enough to dip between your lips.

You find exactly what you expected. You’re drenched. Just from a thought, just the idea of him — this stranger — pulling you to the ground, holding a dagger to your throat, and taking control of your body.

You sink two fingers into your cunt, down to the second knuckle. It’s almost agonizing, clenching around your own fingers while thinking about his. The dexterous hands of a rogue. He’d know exactly how to pleasure you — when to take and when to give.

You struggle to push your fingers in deeper without making too much of a scene. You grind the palm of your hand against your clit. Ugh. It’s not enough.

You bite back a whimper as you withdraw your fingers. You drag them back up through your slick folds until you find your clit again. Just once, you lie to yourself. Just one, tiny, stroke. You check over your shoulder. Astarion hasn’t noticed you pleasuring yourself yet — he’s busy. He doesn’t ever need to know.

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[draeisgrayte]

Duke Satoru Gojo Teaser!

a/n: Guys, I've written over 9k words and there's still no smut. Suprise it's another Gojo fic :,) I don't have an excuse except I'm a whore for this man and I thought he'd look really good as a Duke. Can you just imagine him in all those ruffles and tight waistcoats~ Anyway, I thought a little teaser of what's to come might be nice <3

Sitting down in the comfortable tall backed chair and spreading your legs was the easy part. Then you had to slide the skirt of your dress up so that your petticoat could be shuffled to the side. From there you steadily reached your hand down to find your needy pussy. It was so warm in between your legs, almost hot to the touch as your fingers skimmed your thigh. A gasp trickled out of your mouth as you felt the cloth that was against your pubic mound. It was already damp with excitement. You craved any amount of attention from Satoru. You wished he was here right now, watching you touch yourself. His vibrant eyes would soak in every ounce of your desire and give it back to you tenfold when he bent you over his desk and fucked you hard. He’d love to watch the tears stream down your face as you whimpered his name, formalities forgotten with each thrust. His pleasure would build and he’d greedily chase after it because your pussy feels so good wrapped around his cock, clenching every so often. 

You slip your fingers into your folds, finding the sensitive bud quickly. You bite down on your bottom lip as you drag a finger across it. How wonderfully close you already were. You lean your head back against the back of the chair and let out a breathy groan. Your fingers worked diligently as you squirmed under the pleasure. Whiny moans and the slick noise from your pussy created a symphony of ecstasy. “Satoru.” You whimper and your vision fills with his attractive body, edging you further down the line of insanity. Your climax has you clenching around your fingers and gripping the arms of the chair you were sitting in. Your breath is heavy with lust, the smell of what you had just done stinging your lungs. Panic sets in as you straighten out your skirt and head for the door. You slowly open the door and glance down both ways of the hallway. You sneak out and shut the door behind you, heading toward the secret staircase to the library. What you didn’t notice was Satoru just rounding the corner of the hallway. He catches a glimpse of you scurrying out of his office and tilts his head in bemusement. 

“Oh?” He mumbles to himself, his lips lifting in a devious smirk. He can’t help but feel curious as to why you would be in his office. He walks over to the door and opens it hesitantly. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but the least you could’ve done was turn off the lights. Satoru trusted you enough to not even think about the possibility of you stealing some important document. Not that there was much you could get your hands on outside of the secret compartment behind one of the bookshelves. He carefully shuts the door behind him and wanders over to his desk, noticing that his chair is slightly askew. Well, that was odd, he prided himself on putting things back where they were supposed to go. Then it hits him, the fragrance of your perfume and a slight tang of some other smell was slathered all over this area. He peers down at his chair and his eyes light up with desire. A desire so strong it nearly made him feral. This wasn’t like him. Duke Satoru Gojo was known for nothing more than simple flings at lavish hotels. He never brought anyone home, to his sanctuary, his private affairs. Ever since he met you, he’d thought about your smile and how observant your gaze was. Whether or not you chose to misguide the information you gathered was really up to you, though it did amuse him greatly that you thought he was wed to his best friend. How irritated Shoko would’ve been if you had told her, he’d love to see the look on her face. What he was looking at now was even better. A small wet puddle could barely be made out in the dim light. It smelt of sex in a room never tainted by such a thing. He chuckles darkly to himself as he glances back at the door you’d snuck out of earlier. He feels himself grow more intoxicated by the smell of your sex. He wasn’t in his right mind, standing over a place where you had touched yourself. Had you thought about him? Did you leave your cum here hoping he’d find it? He touches his mouth as his cock aches to know the answer. He rolls his tongue against his lips as he imagines just how ravishing you’d look whimpering and whining under his touch. He’d fuck you so good. You’d only be able to cry out his name. “What a naughty girl.”

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[khaluisa]

HIS PRETTY DOLL FACE — Scene One

synopsis: there was a shy boy in your class that everyone around you adored because of his nice personality and pretty face. however, you've always found him strange. you thought that he was too good to be true. but when some weird things started happening around you, things started to change. and so-called nice boy Yang Jung-won made his way to be friends with you.

warnings: swearing, scenes with threatening, murder

word count: 2.7k

teaser — next scene

At the sound of the girls' laughter, you've got distracted from what you were doing. You wondered what they were giggling so fondly at, and looked up, just to find Yang Jung-won.

'Ah, it's him again.' you thought.

Just looking at the mere sight of him, you rolled your eyes and went back to what you were doing. You've always wondered why the people around you are so fond of Yang Jung-won. Do they like him because of his pretty cat-like face? Or because he's good to everyone around him? You couldn't understand. To you, everyone's so-called good boy Yang Jung-won looked like nothing but plastic. Maybe it's your trust issues that don't believe an impossibly good thing.

But you surely know in fact, whether it's your doubtfulness or not, Yang Jung-won has something going on his sleeve.

After your class, you went to the teacher's room, as your homeroom teacher had told you. On your way, you saw some girls fussing over Yang Jung-won.

—"Did you see him today? Ah, he looked so handsome!"

—"Yeah, I saw him! I wish I had the courage to talk to him"

You tried to understand why the fuck everyone was talking about him today. It's not like you hate him that much. However, today was as if almost everyone was talking about him, much to your dislike. At this point, you're convinced that he's a celebrity or some sort of thing.

When you get to your destination, the boy who caused your today's headache is standing with the teacher who had called you.

Right now, you're convincing yourself that you should close the door and walk away as if you didn't see anything, to not to add more headache to your head. It won't hurt to not to listen to your teacher once, right?

Just as you were about to turn around, someone was called after you. You looked back, muttering some curse in your mouth as you approached the two.

—"May I ask why I was called here?"

—"Ease up a little bit y/n. You look like hate being here." The teacher said it as if he had known what is going on in your mind.

At your teacher's word, you tried to pretend to be a little comfortable here. With a more appealing look on your face, you repeated your question.

—"Actually we called you here because Ji-hey has transferred to another school."

—"And what exactly has that anything to do with me?"

Your teacher sighed at your question and continued.

—"You know that Ji-hey was a class's vice president right?"

You looked at Yang Jung-won, not wanting to hear what your teacher had to say. The Yang noticed that you are looking at him, and smiled at you.

'This has to better be a joke'

—"I want you to be a vice president and help Jung-won."

Unable to refuse your teacher's request, you came out of the teacher's room with your fellow classmate which is you least wanted to spend your last year with.

—"I'm looking forward to working with you y/n."

—"Yeah yeah, whatever class president."

Jung-won's smile instantly disappeared at your annoyed tone. He stood there speechless for a moment, then asked you a question. His voice sounded almost unsure.

—"Are you perhaps don't like me y/n?"

Right after his question, several girls passing by greeted him with a smile. They looked young, probably first-year students. In return for the hello, Jung-won smiled and waved his hand. Even though it's a kind gesture, it didn't look sincere to you. It looked almost as if forced.

You didn't give much attention to the girls' joy and looked at him in the eyes.

—"With that fake personality, you didn't think everyone would like you right?"

His face darkened at what you said with a tone of sarcasm. The usually empty eyes that are filled with fakeness right now staring at you as if they're about to pierce you. Honestly, with the look on his face, you couldn't recognize everyone's adored boy.

'Who would ever guess that school's shy nice boy Yang Jung-won could make this kind of face?'

—"I just heard that you became the class's vice president. Is that true?"

Looking up from what you were doing, it was your one and only friend. Ha, the dearest friend that somehow always ends up shipping you with the class president.

—"Yeah, somehow that's what happened."

Kim Su-noo looked at your displeased face, laughed, and sat down next to you.

—"Now I'm actually convinced that you'll end up marrying Jung-won."

—"Don't be ridiculous. I'm just helping out only for a while."

Su-noo snorted at what you said, "Only for a while my butt, you'll help him out until you graduate which is like a whole year."

Just the thought that you were going to spend your high school's last year next to him, irritates you.

You looked at the boy that was in the front row, organizing stuff, your voice was full of venom, "Don't remind me."

The roof of the school is covered with sunlight, along with a gentle breeze blowing through the empty area.

From here, you can see the students playing on the football field, some students sneaking out and all the buildings in the area are clearly visible.

At the edge of the roof, there is a young man sitting and observing all the things mentioned above. You could say that he's incredibly attractive. But the look on his face is blank and his eyes are lifeless. It seems like if you told him to rest, he's going to fall without looking back.

The boy closed his eyes, but a moment later he opened his eyes and stood up as if he knew he couldn't reach a solution just by thinking.

His dark brown orbs which were already empty now looked more shallow.

—"What's the point of continuing?"

A week later from what happened in the teacher's room, you got used to working with Yang Jung-won. Even though you weren't really fond of him, you just couldn't deny the fact that he's organized and good at his job. As a result of his excellent work, you felt like you don't even have to do anything.

Just like right now, there's a pile of paper in front of him and you, on the other hand, didn't even have a single hair on your desk.

At first, you were glad that you don't have to do any work, but as time goes on, you started to feel bored.

—"Hey class prez, you sure you don't need my help?"

The boy in front of you stops what he was doing and smiled at you, shaking his head as an answer.

'Now looking at it, he has a cute dimple that doesn't suit his personality.'

—"So if you don't need my help, can I go?"

Jung-won's smile now turned into a thin line as he shakes his head as a no again.

'Look at this little shit.'

With a scowl on your face and a small grin on his face, you both said anything and got back to what you were doing.

Now you thinking about it after you had confronted Jung-won about his fakeness he acted like nothing happened. To be honest, you were expecting an attitude from him, but all he does is smile at you. Now the amount of the sight of his dimple creeping you out. Like sometimes his smile looked almost genuine? But his fake attitude towards people didn't change, so you're thinking he's just getting better at acting around you.

When you looked back at Jung-won, you could see that he's concentrated on his work. His usual grin from ear to ear was now replaced with a serious face. He was much better with his true self.

—"Enjoying yourself there, y/n?"

You didn't mind his teasing remark, because of the boredom, his half-ass words were actually quite cheered you from boredom.

—"I am actually."

You said it while sitting back. Now since you had his attention, you thought might just entertain yourself a little.

—"Just thinking about your plastic personality amuse me, faker."

Right now the look on Yang Jung-won's face really satisfied you. The ugly scowl on his face was much better than his so-called polite smile.

—"Do you seriously don't like me that much y/n?"

The tone of his distressed voice surprised you. Why did he care so much about your impression?

—"It's not like I don't like you. I just like your real face more than your fake smile. I mean, it's way better than your attitude that everyone loves."

Jung-won sighed. He got up, came to you, and sat down at the table that you were leaning. Then he gently grabbed your face. Although the touch of his hands was feather-like, soon his grip became tight but not too tight to hurt you.

You were too stunned to speak, and he smirked as he saw your expression.

—"So you're telling me that you like it like this huh."

His grip weakened, but he didn't stop holding your face. The shocked look on your face was much too cute to his liking.

—"Not gonna lie, never knew you were attracted to a bold type, doll." he said as he ran his thumb over your lips.

When you felt his touch on your lips, you backed away from him as if you had come to your senses. Just about to you could say anything, he chuckled at your flustered face and walked over to his own desk.

—"I was just messing with you y/n. Now you should hop back to your home since I got what I want."

'What the actual fuck?'

The soft tune played in the café as the barista made his third coffee for you. Now it's two o'clock in the afternoon, yet here you are, all alone abandoned by your date.

Last week, your science teacher assigned you with a partner to a group project. After talking to your partner a few times you had taken a liking to him. Han-sol was such a sweet boy! Even though it's just a study date you two had already exchanged knowing glances and a few flirty marks to each other. But it was mostly you that tried to appeal to the boy. So you had been excited about your study date all week.

However, all that excitement had gone when you end up all by yourself in a coffee shop for two hours straight.

'Maybe something has happened. He'll be getting here soon.' You've been saying this to yourself, who knows, like a thousand times?

You were staring at your phone screen that displayed your delivered message.

With the sound of your order being ready, you sighed and got up. Just when you are about to leave with your americano, you heard a vaguely familiar voice calling you. Looking up behind spotting a smiley face with two dimples, you wished that you hadn't looked back.

The only one you wanted to meet today was Han-sol, but it seems like God has different plans for you. Right now in front of you, your class president grinning so widely and waving his hand.

—"I was having a nice day until you had called my name, class president."

The said boy chuckled at your sarcasm.

—"Hello to you too, y/n. In truth, I was looking at you for a while. It seems like you're quite sad that Han-sol had ditched your little study date for his new career."

Confused at his words, you asked him, "What do you mean by that?"

He tilted his head at your words, "Didn't you know he's going to America to pursue his dreams? Everyone was talking about it, so I thought that you knew his departure."

The bitter taste of resentment tasted in your mouth. Not only from being ditched but also knew nothing about his leaving yet excited to meet him today.

Jung-won looked at your displeased face and held your hands. As he got close to you, the smell of something similar to rust hits your nose. Just as he was about to say something, you cut him off, "You smells like blood, Jung-won."

Your serious yet curious remark caught him off guard, nevertheless, Jung-won explained the smell.

—"It's my cologne, doll. You must be confused with blood because it has a metal-like scent."

When he finished his explanation he got more close to you, "And you should call me by my name more, I really like hearing my name from you."

He whispered the last part near your ears making you red in the face. On the other hand, Jung-won got that smug smile on his face from your reaction.

Who would have thought that the strange guy who used to weird you out now is teasing you whenever he got the chance.

—"By the way, what I was about to say earlier since you're ditched, how about going to the arcade?"

Just when you were about to refuse, Jung-won intertwined his hands with yours while pulling you, "Just to tell you, I refuse no as an answer doll."

You sighed at his answer and questioned about his weird nickname for you.

Only to Jung-won smile at your query, "You have such pretty features like a doll, don't you know that y/n?"

In the dark of the night, a young man runs through the woods at full speed, as if fighting for his dear life. Some of his body parts were scratched by a tree branch, and tears were welled up in his eyes. His legs were tired, but he kept running.

He begs for life as if it were a recitation in his mouth. However, to his prayer, not God but the devil himself whispered in his ear.

—"Keep running and running, don't look behind. Because I will be there."

In the blink of an eye, he was rolling down through the hills. It was his foot that slipped and fell. Now he's all alone in the woods, lying in the moonlight. He couldn't move from where he was, anxiously thinking to himself what would happen to him next. But he knew one thing for sure.

Along with the sound of a footstep approaching him, his death was approaching too.

He knew that it was useless to beg for his life. So while awaiting his death, he wondered what he had done wrong. He wonders if he has sinned. But nothing came off in his head. Maybe he was evil in his previous life, then it must be karma.

A sound of an ax falling right next to his head had him come to his senses. He had imagined the owner of the ax as evil or may be mentally ill. But looking at his face, he realized he was wrong.

The man who chased him did not have a crazy nor a mad face but it was a face that he see in the school's hall every day. One of the school's beloved student stared at him with blank eyes that lacked the usual sparkle it has.

It's not like he was close to the boy, but neither there wasn't any reason to kill him. So he questioned the boy that was standing beside him. The reason why he has to die, only to boy reply, "There's no particular reason. You are just an innocent person who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."

He opened his mouth to say something, but not a word was uttered. He was speechless. He believed there had to be a purpose for his death, but there wasn't. Realizing that he was dying for nothing, he began to cry. There was resentment, anger, and regret in his sobs. He had worked hard all his life, but all this hard work scattered in an instant. Now his efforts, he himself was about to be wiped off from this world.

—"It's such a shame that you have to die like this Han-sol, but what needs to be done has to be done."

That was the last thing Han-sol had heard. Then he felt agonizing pain in his chest that was indescribable. His breathing slowed, and he eventually stopped breathing.

author note: I am thinking of dividing this book into 4 or 5 chapters and here is the first one! It has been so long since I wrote a story, so please, any feedback will be appreciated loves!

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[sotwk]

I am so tired I need Fili to bridal style carry me to my room and cuddle me to sleep and also marry me and never leave me, I don't think that's too much to ask for in life 🤣🤣🤣

P.s I spent the entire day daydreaming about this dwarf and your fic of him! It's such a good story! ❤

As a way if answering this Ask, I present to you my answer to the Last Sentence Tag Game I was tagged on by @scriberated (Thank you, my friend!)

"Please, you don't have to…" he said, when he once tried to stop her from bowing to him as they passed each other in the hall.  "It is only proper, my lord," she murmured, keeping her lovely eyes lowered to her feet, only doubling Fili's frustrations. "I bid you a good day, Prince Fili."

Dear Anon, I'm in total agreement with you about the Prince of Erebor--what a lovely dream! And thank you so much for your kind words. ❤️ I'm honestly a little surprised by your comment and almost want to question whether you have the right writer! My one Fili fic (so far) is just the first chapter of a WIP multi-chapter story, and while I think it's quite nice and sweet... I'm not sure it's worthy of such praise. At least, not yet!

But if The Only Gold is indeed the story you are referring to, then I am glad it made you happy in some way and encouraged your love for the wonderful Fili!

Because you inspired me with the Imagine you described above, I'm writing a Fili x Reader fluffy romance one-shot that is reminiscent of Cinderella. I hope the little teaser above makes you smile.

Wishing you lots of sweet Fili dreams! ❤️ Stay well and take care of yourself!

#sotwk answers #fili #fili x reader #fic preview #fic snippet #last sentence tag game

[lensman-arms-race]

Episode 70 part 3 spoilers and speculation

Previously: part 2

Spoilers, naturally. Let's see if we can get a line on @gamie99's bingo card!

In part 2, we were able to cross off:

heroic sacrifice

jumpscare

insane fucken lore drop (debatable?)

WTF??

We might be able to cross off exclusive youtuber leaks already, because DFB gave some of the 'analysis' video creators (they're not really analyses; they're summaries!) a teaser image each, which when put together formed a message.

Here we go... Wait, what does that say?

Hurr hurr, payload, hurr hurr, cum.

I assume that's short for 'cumulative capacity'. I also assume DFB chose that asset specifically to amuse people like me, whose sense of humour basically froze in place when we were 12.

Some freaky shit happens right off the bat - Plunk and Assassin acquire some sort of videogame stealth powerup, enabling them to bypass a big skibidi. Naturally, this causes a recording/transmission error. I do want to know what the other units see when this happens - does the transmission fade to black? Do they get to at least see the error message so they know the POV cam didn't simply choose to pause recording?

Plunk seems baffled by what happens, looking at their hands in puzzlement. Interesting, Assassin doesn't seem confused - maybe they assume Plunk did it with their new doohickey.

Is this Salmon Shirt or one of the Minties? It's too low-res to really tell.

Whichever 'dead' cam this is, we see them fade out, which immediately tells us that the 'ghost' cams we saw earlier were in fact intentional on DFB's part, and not a rendering glitch (as I assumed).

Which makes it all the more hilarious that DFB didn't do anything about the glitch in which Salmon Shirt's arse falls out. "Oo, I'm gonna put in some ghostly cams that people won't be sure whether are part of the plot, just an Easter egg, or a glitch... Oh, this obvious glitch? Fuck it, they can have their arse hanging out."

...Given that this might be one of the Minties, and that Assassin didn't seem bothered by the invisibility powerup, might Assassin have known more about this than we realised?? That might have been why they were so unbothered about sacrificing the Minties: because they knew the Minties would be fine. Will we ever know??

Assassin and Plunk then confront Scientist Toilet, and it's an hilariously videogames battle. The POV perspective actually made me sort of feel I was playing it!

We might be able to cross off betrayal here: we catch the end of a conversation between the Scientist and the Secret Agent talking to them through monitors. We can't make out enough of their words and we don't know enough about their prior relationship to say whether Secret Agent is betraying Scientist, though.

Assassin gets bisected. Called it. Pretty badass that they still get up and fight even with no legs, even though it turns out to be to no avail.

Then... episode 69 squad appears! Cross that off. It seems only natural that we should be able to also cross off 'Polycephaly says a swear word' but unfortunately we can't. They're very polite this episode.

Interestingly, Polycephaly no-sells Scientist's teleport by 'vacuuming' all the teleport fog! This implies that the fog isn't necessarily a by-product of teleportation; it's possibly the cause of it. To teleport, you need to release some fog, and then harness it somehow?

It's also interesting that Polycephaly is apparently modular; they've swapped out their four sub-screens for some speakers. I guess we need to call them Monocephaly until they get the screens back, heh.

We then get some proof that the huge toilets have small toilets piloting them, as Scientist gets into his big-self shell. (We already saw this with the G-Coy in episode 65, but I think episode 70 shows that it's a modus operandi rather than a one-off.)

Yesmate! We see the large cam with the big red DOOM cannon again! Too bad they eat shit shortly afterwards. I feel so bad for the large cams! Does DFB not like them or something? They seem to exist only to get wrecked.

Pretty hilarious how the Scientist does a Mel Blanc-esque scream in response to the Matriarchs wrecking his shit, bwoo ha ha. Let's cross off ladies kick ass while we're at it.

I just want to appreciate them for a moment.

Then... Titans jumpscare! Bwoo ha haaa! Cross off Titans appear. I was hoping earlier that we'd see the Titans rip the roof off the base and start blasting shit. Turns out they didn't even need to tear off the roof.

We can cross off Titan TV gets injured because one of their sub-screens is broken. (I didn't notice at first because that Roblox face is so off-putting to me, aaargh.) Notice how Titan Camera's lens protector is deformed, making it look as though they have an angry eye, heheh. (This is visible in part 1 if you look carefully.)

After TCam blasts Scientist with their core flame, it seems surprising that TTv only crushes Scientist a little bit instead of using their own core power. I guess their plasma beam is so powerful that there was a risk it might harm their allies inside the base, plus they need to leave the Scientist alive so Titan Speaker can have their own fun!

HUGE catharsis! Oh, Titan Speaker, you've been waiting thirty-eight episodes for this, you deserve this moment! (Wow, TSpeaker was infected closer to episode 1 than to episode 70.) Time to cross off Scientist Toilet dies for real. Rest in piss, fucko.

Why does Plunk take their lens protector off at this point? Are they uncomfortable to wear?

Polycephaly has some little passengers! Adorable! Also funny as hell that they teleported into place instead of, y'know, walking a few metres. TVs are such drama queens, I love them.

Oh no! Big angst. We now have to cross off Dark Speaker dies. (Interesting that we get to see a circuitboard inside their head as they die - evidence that they are similar to human-made hardware inside.)

If you didn't cross off 'WTF' in part 2, now is definitely the time to do it! The 'ghost' of Salmon Shirt and the Mint Twins re-appear - just what are they?! Were they ever real cameramen to begin with?? How long have they been working with Secret Agent?

What's up with the Camera and Speaker heads on Secret Agent's desk? Are they the original prototypes - did Secret Agent create them??

One peeve I have at this point: the reliance on spoken English (Secret Agent's little speech). For me, part of the appeal of Skibidi Toilet is that plot is conveyed with mostly body language and actions - there's very little reliance on spoken or written word. I guess it can't be helped, though - I don't know how else you'd convey what is happening.

Secret Agent tells us that a 'bigger threat is coming' - in the form of the Astro Toilet we saw in part 1. With this information we can cross off Astro Toilets appear again and Astro Toilets are planning shit. Are they allied with G-Toilet still? (Were they ever?)

One of the Minties gives Secret Agent something (looks like a floppy disk). What's that??

Then... Secret Agent, that motherfucker! AND DAFUQ, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!

TV Matriarch's expressions seem to be evolving a little - they're still made of punctuation marks, but in a way that I don't see how you could simply type out. You'd have to cut and rotate some of them; they're basically a collage of punctuation marks rather than emoticons. (Unless there are obscure punctuation marks I don't know about!)

At the end of the episode, we have no choice but to cross off Plungerman dies... again.

Did we get a bingo?

Cowtits. No we didn't.

#skibidi toilet #skibidi tags: episode 70

[skinzchoerim]

I keep wanting to rant about give me the lOve bitxx, because I can't be the only one who finds this song inherently contradictory, right? Everything is at odds with itself, including the actions and thoughts of the narrator. I can't put my finger on his motivations, on which lines are sincere and insincere, and it's giving me a headache.

I'm always conflicted whether I should approach their songs about women with a queer lense or not. It makes sense to dig deeper into angel and the instinct part 1 songs where religious guilt ties in nicely with the queer themes, but obviously they have plenty of songs about women that don't require a look into the subtext and can be taken as what they are on the surface, aka bi anthems. In the case of this song, I think it makes the most sense to approach it through the lense of what they can't say, and the amount of internal conflict here feels very queercoded to me. On the one hand, it seems like it's from the perspective of someone who cares about the person he's singing about and is aware he wouldn't be a good partner because of his emotional issues, so he warns her not to get too close. On the other hand, it feels like the narrator isn't sure he's attracted to women and he feels annoyed with this woman who keeps clinging to him, but he admits he doesn't actually want her to leave, likely because he wants to maintain a veneer of "normalcy".

The sound of the song itself is sweet and innocent, but the title is passive aggressive. He demands to be given love even though the majority of the song focuses on pushing her away, and calling her a bitch comes across as resentment. The lyric beginning the song and every chorus is "don't make me pull the trigger", which is a very manipulative threat - he puts the blame for wanting to hurt her on her. As @atozmoongazer kindly pointed out to me, the imagery in the chorus is that of a holdup - freeze, give me your treasure, don't make me pull the trigger. The treasure in this case would likely be the titular love, and taking into account the rest of the song, he's not very keen on reciprocating it or treating it gently.

Her covering his mouth when he's talking could be read in two ways (once again thank you @atozmoongazer for pointing out to me what I missed - it's a reference to Yoojung's mouth being covered in the teaser, therefore a pretty important line). One interpretation is more literal, that she interrupts him, makes him feel like his words don't matter, maybe she prefers to kiss him instead of having a conversation, and all of that on top of the fact that he doesn't like how clingy she is results in him feeling bad and resentful in this relationship. The other interpretation is that he feels silenced whenever he's around her, and he blames her for his own inability to express what's on his mind. She could just be the scapegoat for everything and everyone else that's making him feel this way.

Even the lyrics that mention constantly thinking about her face and feeling strange could be read in two ways. The obvious one is that you normally think a lot about the person you like, but I know from experience how confusing it can be when you constantly think about a person you know you're supposed to like, but aren't sure you do. I spent a lot of time in the past going back and forth between "If I actually liked this person, I would know it and be certain of it, and since I'm constantly questioning whether my feelings are real or not, that means I clearly don't like them" and "I'm constantly thinking about them and wondering whether I like them or not, therefore I must like them since I've got this weird obsession with them". When he talks about hiding his feelings, playing dumb and feeling numb because of it, on the surface it might refer to making sure his romantic feelings don't show, but to me it feels much more like a continuation of the lines about feeling broken when they're near each other and continuing to put up with it.

Basically, I think this internal conflict and confusion are an intentional feature of the song, similarly to skinz. The narrator wants to hide behind a veneer of a sweet-sounding boy group love song and make sure you don't understand him just as much as he doesn't understand himself, but lying to the listener about everything makes him feel too silenced. Since he can't hold back all the negative feelings he's bottling up, it's easy to look through the cracks and catch a glimpse of everything waiting to pour out of him, and end up feeling just as conflicted and confused as he does.

#i hope this makes sense #it's late and i know I'll probably have another revelation after posting it #but i wanna share this now #onlyoneof #onlyoneof theory #things I can't say lOve

[thatsnotmygunflash]

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll roughly to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

Not tagged and not going to tag, just saw it and thought it would be fun. I am going to do my WIPs to give you guys some teasers of what's cooking. If you like any of them let me know and maybe I'll pour some love into them.

1. A Brighter Future

"Why don’t you like them?”

“How could you be so careless Barry? How could you get into bed with a criminal? A murderer? I raised you better than this! No son of mine would ever stoop this low-” Barry shut his eyes tight to try and push away the illusion Sophia was conjuring from his emotions, tears starting to fall from his eyes when Iris’ heartbroken voice joined in with Joe’s disgusted one.

“He’s dead because of you! It should have been you! I lost the man I was going to marry for a future I don’t even want! I wish I’d never met you Barry Allen!”

“Soph-Soph, please stop.”

2. Cause Maybe You're That Thing I Need To Save Me

"Cisco and Lisa-they're engaged now and they were going through a bunch of the Rouge's abandoned safehouse and Cisco-he found an old sweater of yours and he vibed you. He said you were alive but we weren't sure so we uh-went looking. It took a few months but we finally got a lead and I sped here as quickly as I could to see if it was really true and it is! You're alive! The Legends are going to be so exciting to know you survived! Wait, how did you survive?"

"You can't tell anyone I'm alive Barry, you weren't meant to know I was alive. No one is supposed to know."

"But why? Are you retired now or something?"

"I am actually, so having trouble magnets like yourself show up on my doorstep isn't exactly my idea of a good time. You need to leave and tell your friends at STAR Labs that this was a dead end. No one can know I'm alive, and I'm not above killing you to keep it that way."

3. For Better Or For Worse

“Look,” Laurel sighed heavily, lacing her fingers together over the table as she met Len’s cold stare head on. “I don’t know all the details-yet-but your husband is a very resourceful and connected man, whether he realizes it fully or not. He said part of your vows was to get Mick Rory and you out of here. That’s what I’m here to do, if you want the specifics to how exactly we’re going to pull it off I suggest you ask the mastermind behind all of this craziness.”

“If you think it’s so crazy, why help?”

“Because people's lives are at risk and Barry’s not wrong, if anyone can pull something like this off it’s you and him. Quiet the power couple you two are, honestly. Besides, I’ve never met a person who could say no to that boy’s sweet face. Isn’t that why you agreed?”

4. Got A Lot Of Sins, But You're My Favorite

"So," Angie spoke up from behind the register, leaning her chin on the palm of her hand as she smirked wickedly at Len. "When were you going to tell me you had a crush on the Flash?"

"I don't. I just threatened to kill him-he stole my gun!"

"Yes, and he also looked like he wanted to kiss you senseless while you were pointing said gun in his pretty face."

5. I'd Cross Galaxies To Find You

Waking up next to a crying baby and someone sleeply pushing at his bare shoulder had Barry freezing in terror, not wanting to know how he would die next in this world.

“Baby, baby-go get Nora,”

“Nora?”

“Our daughter, Nora, you know the one you begged my sister to carry for us, the daughter who won’t sleep through the night because she isn’t being rocked at superspeed because her father spoils her rotten. Ring any bells?”

6. It's The Second Glances That Ties Your Hands

"What are you doing here, Len?"

"Well, let's just say my lady and your lord don't really get on–she's cleaning house now that she's free of the Time Masters. Speedsters mucking up the timeline were at the top of her priority list."

"You're here for me?"

7. Love Me Silently

"So help me-you are not proposing to me right now Barry Allen-so think before those next words come out of your mouth."

"See! You want the big grand gesture and a huge wedding to show me off! You want to marry me! He said you'd say no, he said you weren't the type-"

"He's a worried father, Scarlet, I'm not surprised.” Len muttered as he pulled the younger man into his arms, one hand rubbing soothingly over his back while the other cupped his neck lovingly. “Look, I don't want to be the reason you never talk to your foster father again-"

8. You Need To Allow Me To Help

“Did you hear that, Cisco? That dying whale noise? I think it was the last shred of my dignity being forcibly removed from my body, so if you’ll excuse me I’m just going to go drown myself in the boy’s bathrooms—” Barry muttered in panicked embarrassment, rushing off down the hall almost too quickly to see, ignoring his friends calling his name to get him to stop.

“Go after him, you idiot,” Mick huffed, pushing Len forcefully in the direction Barry had disappeared.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Len answered slowly, his jaw set in a tense line and his eyes hardening over with realization.

9. You Got This Heaven In Your Eyes

'Keep up the exceptional work, Barry Allen, Central City is lucky to have you on their side. -L.S.'

"What's it say?" Eddie questioned, trying to peek over Barry's shoulder to get a look at the snow-white card, his eyes widening comically when he caught sight of the message.

"Uh-to keep up the good work," Barry muttered in confusion, his eyes drifting from the elegant handwriting to the memorising bouquet, not knowing what to think.

"You ruined the guy's fifteen year long not guilty streak and he tells you to keep up the good work?"

"This is weird, right?"

"Very."

10. Side Effects May Include

“It’s complicated, okay! I don’t know how it works. I just know when I’m not here-near you-it's like there's this overwhelming need to run as fast as I can to this-this pull. It never stops, not unless I wake up with you, when I’m near you-it’s like everything freezes.” Barry takes one look at Len’s face and lets out a drawn-out whine.

“Shut up okay, I know you want to make a joke-but it does! It’s like for the first time since I got my powers I can just stand still or sleep since that’s never exactly come easy for me-”

“Do you have a point Barry?”

“The point is for whatever reason my subconscious is latching onto you. Whenever I’m awake I feel this pull like I’m meant to be running somewhere, but I haven’t had the time to really figure out what it means when I’ve been running around stopping bombs and searching for evidence to get my dad out of jail while also trying and failing to stop the man who really killed my mother! I’ve been dealing with a lot lately okay-I barely sleep more than a few hours a week if I even manage that-and every time I do fall asleep I wake up next to you! I’m having these bizarre dreams you keep popping up in and all I want is to sleep for more than an hour at a time!”

#if youre curious #and want summaries #let me know and ill add them #these are some of my more devolved WIPs #so who knows #maybe youll see them on ao3 #sometimes #leonard snart #coldflash #barry allen #the flash #captain cold #my wips #wip sneak peek

[why-animation]

I lost motivation to summarize this promotional event about Kimi no Iro about halfway through but I'm posting it anyway

My listening comprehension is pretty bad, so caveat lector. eiga.com has their own summary in Japanese.

The movie has been finished since around January

After seeing Liz, Genki Kawamura called up Shinkai and was like "yo have you seen this shit?"

Kawamura claims he's had success selling the overseas distribution rights on a level you'd normally expect from a Ghibli or Shinkai movie.

God Yamada looks so fucking nervous and uncomfortable with people talking about her on stage.

Following that question is a kind of weird exchange where the host uses Kawamura's answer as a segue to ask Naoko Yamada how the movie came about. She gives the non-answer that she respects the concept of theatrical filmmaking and made this film with the experience of the people who come to the theater to see it in mind. She emphasizes the theatrical experience later as well.

The host follows up by doing what in the English speaking world is almost a faux pas: ask a director point blank what their movie's theme is. Yamada has no qualms about laying down her views on her own work – she's part of her own audience – but her work is usually too complicated to sum up so easily. She struggles to put together a response and I'm not sure how to summarize it except "I wanted to make a movie that would connect with people, who will all bring their own points of view to the movie, but the themes are difficult to put into words." The eiga.com article didn't even try.

The old key visual/teaser of course represented the characters using colors, and the host asks how she uses colors. A good question. Yamada explains that color is a sensual thing: something like time and movement which is vital to film language. The concept that Totsuko visualizes the world and people around her as colors is part of this. I'm surprised she doesn't go into more detail, but again: she is clearly not in her element lol

The host asks what they should expect from the movie, mentions music, and Yamada is immediately like "MUSIC! You've got it right. Music. A musical experience. [whisper] yeah. that's it."

Kawamura quickly jumps in to say that Yamada is the best director in the world at depicting the linguistically inexpressable feelings of teenagers and mention K-ON!

The announcer says that Yamada watching the seiyuu introduce themselves has the warmth of a mom watching her daughters, which is true but a weird thing to say lmao

Note how Yamada watches the others and can't tell whether to sit down or bow

-and that's about as far as I got. To quickly summarize the eiga.com summary, during the seiyuu portion Sister Hiyoshiko's seiyuu (I'm not forgetting how that's read am I?) Yui Aragaki says that when she saw the finished movie, "everything was so fine and soft; a kindness came from the screen like a spring breeze blowing through my heart," thus illustrating that they use the same clichés to talk about Yamada in Japanese as in English. Sounds about right though. Further, her character is "a figure between the adults and the kids, who quietly yet fervently…yeah, truly fervently watches over Totsuko and the rest."

There are some anecdotes about Yamada's impressions of the actors and their impression of Yamada – apparently Takaishi's seiyuu came with a huge-ass water bottle that was already like half empty – but that's honestly about the long-and-short of it.

[seirclys]

ML Flower Meanings in VADD Chapter 90

In leaked screenshots of Chapter 90, where they announce the placements of the hunting competition's participants, the four MLs— Derrick, Reynold, Winter, and Callisto— are shown surrounded by flowers.

Of course, all of us know that SUOL-nim is fond of putting small details into her work(and I make my English teachers proud by overanalyzing things), so here's a quick breakdown of the flowers and their meanings.

Derrick Eckhart: Blue Hydrangea

Hydrangeas are a multitude of species, the majority of which are native to East Asia. Their name comes from two Greek words, which together mean "water vessel". This refers to the shape of the flowers, but can also be to this genus's tendency to need a lot of water. Hydrangea colors can be all over the place due to soil pH, and in theme with that, they have varied meanings, especially when taking into account different cultures.

Blue Hydrangeas symbolize regret, apologies, and forgiveness.

This could mean that Derrick is regretting how he treated Penelope and is trying to ask for her forgiveness(unlikely, but let a girl dream). Perhaps it can also be Penelope's regret in trusting Derrick during the trial, and him immediately blowing that chance to high heaven and into hell the second he opened his mouth.

Sidenote: I originally thought they were chrysanthemums because I got blinded by ML sparkles. (I need to sleep.) I'll add my original explanation for chrysanthemums below.

Blue Chrysanthemums, which I thought Derrick was depicted with, symbolize a love that is over and how the person has gotten over the pain.

It could be referring to how Penelope no longer trusts Derrick as of the end of Season 2, and how she has decided his route to be unviable.

Blue is also the color that Derrick is associated with throughout the novel: his ribbon, his clothes, and not to mention, the teaser image dropped during the series' release countdown.

Reynold Eckhart: Pink Roses

Roses are a ubiquitous sight in any situation that necessitates. With over 300 species and tens of thousands of human-bred variations, roses can have many different appearances and meanings. Even a difference in the shade can have a new meaning.

Reynold is shown with pale pink roses in the background. The specific variety is unknown, but it looks like a Belinda's Dream Rose or a Royal Highness Rose to me. Both of them have the pale pink color and classic rose shape(which I have no idea whether or not there's a rose species for that common shape) and also the petals curl down and form semi-triangular shapes.

Belinda's Dream on the left, Royal Highness on the right

Light pink roses convey a sense of femininity, grace, and comfort. They convey gratitude and sympathy.

Perhaps, like with Derrick, the pink rose symbolizes Penelope and Reynold's emotions towards each other. Gratitude towards him for believing her during the trial, and Reynold's comfort and sympathy towards his sister.

Pink is also the color Reynold is associated with: not just in his hair color, but also in promotional images as well.

For novel readers, we know that Reynold's affection indicator turned pink and that the colors share meaning with rose colors(at least speculated to be so).

Callisto Regulus: Red Roses

Again, as with Reynold's section, roses are ubiquitous and have many different meanings. I'm not sure about the rose variety, but they look to be the same 3D asset.

However, I would like to take a shot in the dark and say the red roses in his panel are Chrysler Imperial Roses or Super Hero Roses.

Chrysler Imperial Roses I chose for the way their blooms are tight with the outer petals being looser and curling in to form triangular petals. They are said to have thick stems with noticeable thorns.

Super Hero Roses are not as tight, but share the triangular petal curls and have bright oval-shaped leaves. They also look very overexposed when photographed because of their brightness.

Super Hero roses on the left, Chrysler Imperial Roses on the right

Unlike Reynold's pink roses, Callisto's red blooms are seen with rose thorns, something that was overlaid with Eckles' introduction in the beginning chapters of the manhwa, denoting his danger.

Red roses symbolize love, passion, commitment, faithfulness, and loyalty. They denote reciprocated romantic love and a strong relationship.

Unlike Reynold, I think Callisto's roses are mostly his feelings towards Penelope, and no, I'm not saying this as a Callisto main.

Throughout the story and in the future of the manhwa, Callisto is steadfast in his loyalty to Penelope, committed and faithful to his love for her. Of course, those who have read the novel also know that Callisto is the endgame ML, and his gauge color becomes red.

(I'm sorry I somehow wrote so much for Callisto even though he was supposed to have the least— Reynold already had the explanation about roses)

Winter Verdandi: Wisteria

Wisteria is a vining shrub and member of the pea family. They can come in various shades of purple, white, or red. They can have many different meanings, but symbolize romance in the cultures where they are native.

It's seen as a symbol of everlasting wisdom because they can grow for over a century, and their sprawling vines represent the continual search for knowledge.

Mauve wisteria means "passion, hidden beauty, intellect and wit, and devotion".

Lavender wisteria conveys "delicateness, refinement, grace, wealth, and royalty."

White wisteria, which can be seen in the panel, implies "healing, purity, health, youth, rebirth, and mourning."

In Korea, wisteria symbolizes a devotion that transcends death.

In VADD, Winter has a secret identity as an information broker and a wizard. The continual search for knowledge and eternal wisdom is something that is characteristic of Winter. He's also one of the most refined and gentlemanly of the MLs.

Fans of the novel will know that Winter rewound time and is the cause for the time loops, all to let the original Penelope have another chance at defeating Leila.

The white wisteria may primarily mean "rebirth", tying back into the time loop that he created.

#lysia's posts #scrutinies #villains are destined to die #vadd #death is the only ending for a villainess #death is the only ending for the villainess #ditoeftv #derrick eckhart #reynold eckhart #callisto regulus #winter verdandi

[figkeele]

19 !!!

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

mind you, these are all unedited!

this one from the identity porn AU, where Miles and Peter don't know each other civilian identities but Peter as Spider-Man still mentors the other Spider-Man

“Are you okay?” Miles jumps at that voice. A familiar voice that still makes his heart race. Even after a year this guy mentored him - or more precisely his alter-ego - and he hasn’t seen his face yet, he still gets all flustered at the nearness of Spider-Man. Once a fan always a fan. Miles turns around to see Spider-Man hanging upside down at the corner of the nearest alley from a fire escape. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?” He raises his eyebrows. “What are you even doing here?” He waves his hands around, encompassing the street they’re on, where absolutely no crime is happening. “Parker asked me to look after you.” Yeah, right. Peter and his infuriatingly mysterious friendship with Spider-Man. Not like Miles is jealous, but it feels like every time the topic of Spider-Man comes up, Peter walls him off. Maybe because he thinks Miles is too big a fan of Spider-Man, and well… He does have a lot of collectibles. (Yes, still.) But he’s not a crazy fan, he’s really not.

Plus I'm working on a Christmas fic, which has... all of the Spideys's Christmases together, and yeah, I'm writing flashbacks too, because it's fun:

Miles is 8 years old when he first falls in love, and he’s pretty sure, as kids usually are, that he’s gonna marry his first crush.

The PWP fuck or die one, which I will finish one day, I PROMISE:

“Shit, Miles, is that–?” Miles’s eyes are wide with fear and panic. And Peter can see his pulse quickening in his neck. “But you… you haven’t touched anyone since the curse hit you.” The words taste like ash in his mouth, because how the fuck can this be happening. It’s clearly the curse taking effect, and Peter doesn’t know whether to thwip fast to Dr. Weirdo to check what they can do to slow this down (which he’d surely told them to if there was any way) or get to Miles’s mysterious crush and beg her to suck his friend’s dick. He looks up at Miles’s frantic eyes. “You didn’t…” Peter starts, then things clicks into place. Peter touched Miles. Peter checked if Miles is wounded, because he always has to. Because he’s addicted to Miles’s warmth and searches for any weak excuse to get a taste of what he can’t ever have. “Oh.” It’s all he can say, as he realizes Miles fucking Morales is in love with him. He would laugh if the situation wouldn’t be life or death.

#answered asks

[julietas-basil]

When alma find out who was the guy that had done the hickeys (obviously Agustin since he's the only boyfriend she ever had), she cornered him and I don't have inspiration for what happened, but damn she was mad

I'm supposed to be studying but-

For the sake of julistín obvs

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“Alma hurried down the streets of the Encanto,averting her age from one passage to another trying to spot that Tall guy,that was diving into her Daughter's dress ever so often- She clenched the pitch-black pongo closed with one fist,supporting herself onto the walls of the Casas with the other...

Her breaths came short,after managing to spot that specific young man,her heart reaching its highest pace. She let a curse roll off her tongue,as she practically chased a young Agustín between the rock made paths. ' How can he walk so fast? ' She thought out of frustration,only for an idea to pop in her mind-

She hummed in thought,quickly stepping onto a different path than the one planned. She shifted her steps through the dusty road,popping right in front of the racing man,who yelped in surprise

"Señora Madrigal-"

"Buenos Días,Niño. May I have a talk with you?"

Agustín nodded nervously,in repeat sweat dripping over his temples. Alma coughed in a manner to help herself regain her regal posture. Back straightening,inhales,eyes slowly flattering open-

"I saw you in a very intimate encounter with my daughter Young boy."

His view was all of a sudden accompanied by a very Angry Alma, a pointing finger came to proudly standing in front of his chin,his eyes staring carefully at the limp that almost threatened to take his life-

"I WANT no funny bussiness with my Julieta do you understand-"

"Yes Señ-"

Before he could make an agreement with the old matriarch,his speech ended with her immediate interruption.

"YOU are not allowed to speak in my presence!

Esto es para mi hija,so you must listen to me adolescente intrépido-"

The bee boy gulped,trying to ease the burning knot down his throat. He didn't know whether he should fear for his life or run off into the distance. Doña Alma was a person he respected but he never knew her research would evolve that deep...

"Julieta is not a young girl for you to play around or be exploited by some youngsters like you! You better find a good excuse to explain yourself because I can make sure you will never be able to see her again!"

Agustin released his stressful gesture,relaxing his grimace only to be tensed again

"Julieta is a perfectly,good mannered young woman,with a rather charming wit...IF I ever catch you staring at someone else OTHER-

Than her. You are dead and you don't even know it."

Alma grasped at his creme Camisa,tagging furiously the fabric,almost hissing at the last syllables,through her pearly white teeth. Agustín's swallow was definately heard louder than expected,making Alma smile and whisk her hands together as she finished her sentimental paragraph-

"Are we clear Señorito?"

" ¡S-Sí! "

Agustin frantically moved his head,a toothy awkward smile on its way throug. The older woman cleared her throat again,returning her formal posture as if nothing happened between the two. She opened her eyes,hands holding for a second time her pongo firmly,a genuine smile spreading through her face now-

"Have A great day hombre...joven.

I hope my words were a very friendly reminder. Greetings to your Familia-"

The woman in her mid 40s,nodded her head slightly,walking down the path towards the sun-showered squared,a few citizens' voices echoing in the distance as they greeted the Older adult. Agustin,was left dumb-founded,fixing his collar vigorously and rushing to his home.

How could he be so accidental...of course falling onto random accidents was his specialty but the poor boy made sure to find a very secluded place but special for the couple,he knew risking it publicly wasn't in Julieta's favor as much as he desired to teaser her under the risk of getting caught...

He grinned lightly at the thought of his time with Julieta,the way her skin glowed under the golden sun and how her Whiskey eyes sparkled in the shadows. Her pepper waves brushing over his neck-

"Ow-!"

His thoughts were suddenly paused,after a door slapped open onto his nose,he yelped in pain holding his nose,while the old lady mumbled a few apologies. By wrapping her hand around his arm he guided the young man over the healer's stall. At least his thoughts will be alleviated by seeing the God blessed image of his healing heroine...that would really southe the pain in his nose both ways.

#julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #alma madrigal #the madrigals #encanto #encanto fic #so oof #omg #angry alma #wow #she has no chill when it comes to protecting her children #couldnt agree with you more #anon ask #anon ideas

[quaranmine]

19 and 23 for the fan fic ask game :D

23. How do you choose where to end a chapter (if you have multi-chapter works)?

great question, given my recent agonizing over whether to split chapters! i only have two multi-chapter works posted so far, and it's been different for both. for How to Be a Human Being, i wrote the entire thing in one document and then put in chapter breaks after the entire thing was finished. i broke them up by scene, essentially. i'm not sure if i recommend this because it caused some issues with consistency.

for The Incandescence of a Dying Light (feels weird to full-name this fic when i only refer to it as "firewatch au" on here) I have been writing chapter by chapter. In this case, I wrote a detailed outline of my work. My outline goes scene-by-scene. If there's 3 line breaks in the final chapter, there's three scenes drafted on the outline. So I broke the chapters based on where I felt reasonable stopping points were, or scenes that related to each other in some way. This is why you have stuff like the chapter containing Grian's flashback to his old job contrasted with Scar finding out about Mumbo and treating Grian nicely. Those two scenes are thematically linked, so they're in the same chapter.

unfortunatley for me, i often underestimate how long a chapter will be, so i get stuck with "the outline has these scenes together for a reason but these scenes are like 14k words help" a lot

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

you just want spoilers smh... /lh i'll give you a whole scene from my long-standing watcher!grian wip

Things get messy when they ask Grian to kill a man. 

Grian’s killed many men before. They’ve always respawned. 

This man will not. 

Grian’s not sure what this man did to piss off the Watchers. It’s just what Luna and Azure want him to do. They’re too busy training someone else, a purpled-coated shaking mess of a person Grian has taken to calling Hyacinth in his head, to deal with it. So they send it over to Grian. They say he’s ready. 

Grian opens the backdoor of the universe and steps into the man’s server. He casts open his sight like one might cast a fishing rod, and quickly hooks the man. A moment later, he’s teleported–more like twisted dimensional space to walk there–and is standing in front of him. It’s as natural as breathing. 

The man falls to the ground in fright, and holds his hands up as if to shield his face. Grian cocks his head. It’s been ages since he was physically in front of anyone but other Watchers. The man’s hands shake, and Grian thinks they’d probably do a poor job of defending him with the loose way they’re held in front of his face.

Grian squats in front of the man, and fully turns his eyes on him, so that he can actually properly see him. The man’s face is sheet white. His eyes are wide, and some tears run down his cheeks. His voice shakes. “Please,” he whispers, “please, please, please . . .”

Oh, right! His eyes are probably unsettling the man. He turns them off, folds them up and puts them away and pulls the glamor over his head to hide them. Oddly, this doesn’t seem to reassure the man any, and Grian thinks that if he doesn’t do something quick the man might die of fear before he can do anything with him. 

The man looks disturbingly young. Grian didn’t notice it initially. He looks to be about Pearl’s age, or Tim’s. Grian wonders how old they both are now, and then it hits him that if they both aged then surely so did he. He doesn’t remember how long it has been. 

“Please don’t hurt me,” the man says. Sweat has plastered his hair to his forehead. “I don’t want to die. Please, I’ll worship you, I’ll build a shrine, I’ll do anything–”

“I don’t want a shrine,” Grian says, almost puzzled, before abruptly realizing he’s not meant to speak directly to humans anymore. His voice cracks around the Common, the words feeling clunky in his mouth after who-knows-how-long of not using it. He speaks Galactic among the Watchers. 

“What do you want? Please, please, please, don’t hurt me,” the man says. He continues to repeat: “Please, please, please.”

“I’m sorry,” Grian says, as if the words will mean anything to the man. They’ll offer no comfort. Nobody cares if their murderer is sorry. 

I don’t know what you’ve done. But I need to do this for Azure and Luna. 

Grian turns his sight away from the man, selfishly sparing himself having to Watch, and completes his mission.

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[grasslandgirl]

4, 13, 14, 19 for the fanfic writer asks? <3

mwaaahhh bev!!! <3333 xoxoxo

4. How many WIPs do you have right now?

oh god. uh. so many. i have like six different gdocs open on my browser RIGHT NOW as i answer this ask, and thats not even a small amount of how many wips i bounce around between or have started

i have 26 discrete wips logged on my word counter spreadsheet- including ones i started last year- but that's only fics that i started/have worked on in the last like. year and a half. i have more wips lazing around in my gdrive i havent touched in even longer, and that number isn't counting original works/ oc fic wips i ALSO have. so many of ksjfnbskfjbnsb im a monster

13. How much planning do you do before writing?

uh it depends! not usually that much, if i'm honest- i've found that planning/plotting out my fics tends to make me lose the enthusiasm and motivation i have for writing them, but if i have a clear idea for a scene/beat i want to write next ill scribble it down before going back to the scene i'm in the middle of

and ofc the beast that is noble pining is the exception to that rule, bc if i didn't try to plan and plot out the arcs of that beast it would probably be even more of an incomprehensible mess than it already is lmao !!! i have like 3k of notes and outlines and character arc planning at the bottom of my doc for noble pining so i an always go back and refer to what i mean to write/have already written

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

oh god. this is a really interesting question uhhh

first gut instinct is like. comic book/graphic novel adaptation of slasherfic?? like one of the classic all black/white/grey ones with a lot of dark red for emphasis/highlights etc ?? i feel like that would be really visually cool skjvbsnkbj

uhhh other than that i'm not sure ?? i have really clear visualizations for most of what i write but i don't know how much of it would like. cleanly translate into art/animation/live action etc lmao

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

ohohoh :))

Ayda’s mind is still spinning with the newfound information that Fig finds her pretty enough to be tongue tied about. “I don’t think you’re being weird,” she answers, and Fig chokes a little as she swallows, lowering the bottle from her mouth. There is lipstick on the clear plastic rim, and the dark red makeup around her mouth is even more smudged. Ayda isn’t sure whether she wants to fix it, or wipe it all clean away- smudges of dark red on her fingertips, Fig’s mouth beneath her hand- “But often times, people find me weird, or unnerving, or awkward. So I don’t know if my judgement is the most reliable in this circumstance.”

“I love weird people,” Fig says, immediate and fervent. She still hasn’t looked away from Ayda, even when she briefly attempted to drown herself via plastic water bottle. “You seem like the best kind of weird, no offense intended.”

“Why would I take offense at that?”

Fig shrugs. She’s tapping a rhythm against the thin plastic of her watter bottle, now, short nails making the water jostle and the plastic crackle under her hands. “Not everyone likes being called weird, I guess?”“I don’t- usually, I don’t enjoy it. People use it as an insult, or they say that it’s a good thing, and don’t actually mean it. But I believe that you mean it’s a good thing, Figueroth. Which means I- I like it. It’s nice.”

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[writer-of-various]

Lilja/Shockwave

**Few spoilers if you're new to the Fandom, as well as a spoiler/teaser/idk what else I can call it to my Zombie AU

"I'll always follow you and be your shadow"

This can refer to the fact that Lilja will always follow Richtofen, whether she realizes it or not, and whether she wants to or not. Ultimis Lilja is stuck following Richtofen and keeping him alive because she wants to be the one to end him. As the chosen one, she's right behind him when it comes to succession.

"They'll hear my name just like a shockwave"

This can refer to the fact that Lilja has a lot of control over the boys, and that she scares them. They all respect her, and even admire her, but they know that one wrong word or gesture would be the end. Samantha even knows not to overwhelm the Latvian.

"I'll be the tragedy I stage your life on,"

This can refer to the fact that Lilja can be the most evil one out of the group, she can be the plague, the sin, death itself if she lets herself be. She has no problem manipulating the others for her own good, and she would make herself the damsel in distress to see Richtofen fall.

"You're turning pages that you're meant to wait on,"

This is Lilja talking about Primis Richtofen, all memories Ultimis and Primis Lilja make can be shared between them, although it rarely happens as they don't know they are capable of doing so. Lilja can tell the Kronorium is important, is their fate written down like some movie script, but Primis Richtofen insists on turning the pages and thus missing the important parts.

"I'm floating up into the moonlight"

This refers to the Zombie AU where Lilja touches the MPD and becomes the controller of the undead against her will, she finally knows how Samantha and Richtofen feel.

"I feel the pain just like a shockwave"

This refers to the pain Lilja has gone through, from witnessing the death of her family, to being shot and beaten at, and killing her Ultimis self. Lilja knows pain.

"An evil twin, like noon and midnight"

This refers to many things, and many refer this line to the Shadowman and Dr. Monty, Ultimis and Primis Richtofen, and the USA and USSR. Lilja refers this line to those three pairs, as well as herself (Ultimis/Primis Lilja).

"Why do we run in place"

Lilja questions why even bother continuing on, if every new location is going to be the same fate and the cycle they are in isn't going to be healed anytime soon.

"Now we don't know what we don't know and we won't know what we don't and won't see"

This refers to Primis Lilja knowing about Samantha and Ultimis Richtofen, and finally solving the puzzle as she learns of everyone's fate. No one can see Samantha, the other three don't know Ultimis Richtofen's plan, and they for sure don't know Primis Richtofen's. It's one mess on top of another.

"Our blind eyes"

Lilja admits to being blind to the obviousness, to the secret messages and weird dreams she shrugs off. She also knows the other three are blind, and probably want to refuse the truth as it's too much of a burden to hold.

"Now see me smile an evil grin, and fall again, because of him"

This is Ultimis Lilja moments before drawing her gun to kill Ultimis Richtofen on the Moon. She's become unhinged and the truth of Richtofen's plan has made her mad and she believes she will get her revenge for the pain and horror he's put her through.

"I'm always here, I bring the storm"

Lilja is there, no matter what. She would see everything, take note of everything, she would be the shoulder the boys need to cry on. She'll be the listening ear, the calm yet stern tone of voice that guides them out of running thoughts– but she is the storm. She will bring destruction and chaos, she can but she doesn't know it just yet.

#oc lilja alekov roze #lilja alekov roze #cod zombies #cod zombies oc #my oc #cod oc #elena siegman #shockwave #zombie au