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tonberry-yoda · 1 year
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Hello, it's me (Adele Style) aaa could I please request Weather Report with a S/O that loves stealing his hat? Like they think it's so fluffy and djdjdjsj🖤😭 thank you sm sm
Weather Report with an s/o who loves stealing his hat
notes - OMG THIS IDEA IS SO CUTE LIKE FR literally I couldn't help but do this it's so darn cute. Thanks for the request! ILY <3333
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okay honestly when you started doing this he was a little annoyed
like he would just roll his eyes and snatch his hat back because that's his hat that he loves very dearly
except he starts hiding from you that he actually really likes it
you do it to him almost every day and that really makes him smile for the day, knowing that you'll always come back and do that
one day, after you think you annoyed him too much, you stop taking his hat
he gets a little concerned and asks if you're okay, which to that you say yes
he just tilts his head and puts his hat on your head
"I thought you didn't like me doing that" you teased
to which brought you a kiss on the cheek and him softly whispering that he loved when you did that before taking his hat back and walking away leaving you all flustered lolol
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puppyeared · 7 months
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fighting tooth nail and tail for the puppy url
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hii! it's me again🌷🌷
well, this night i had a dream where supervillain broke into the heroes lair and killed everyone but hero managed to escape and went to villain's house and it was like that "i didnt know where else to go" trope y'know, could you pretty please write something about this?? only if you want ofc!!!
hope you're doing well and happy birthdayyyyyy you're amazing!! <3<3
“I’m fine, I swear,” the hero said, eyebrows knit together. Aggravated, unfocused. The villain read them like an open book.
“You have just lived through a traumatic experience. You’re anything but fine,” the villain said. They stared down at the tea they had made for their nemesis. Sweet. The hero preferred sweet drinks. Would talk about coffee as if it was poison.
Smoothly, they let their eyes wander to the hero’s hand. Steady.
Hm.
They were trained incredibly well which shouldn’t have surprised the villain — heroes could be the coldest people on earth. Methodical, intelligent, calm. Who else could be capable of such a job?
A job that forced them fight others, payed them to be perfect, demanded to be obedient. No wonder most of them were just as fucked up as the villains they were fighting against.
“I’m a hero. My life consists of trauma,” they snapped but there was more to their usually cold tone.
“Ah, that’s why you’re so unpleasant.” The hero shot them an evil glare but stayed quiet. Without any other complaints, they picked up the cup of tea and drank slowly, carefully.
It was horrifying from what the villain had heard. In the middle of the night, the supervillain had attacked the lair, killing everyone but the hero. They weren’t wounded — thank god — but the villain knew they would have to deal with several symptoms of stress very soon.
The hero hadn’t been prepared to lose all their friends, despite the cold mask they put on, they had colleagues they got along with rather well. People they cared about. People worth protecting.
The villain exhaled audibly.
As of right now, the villain was the only one left for the hero and even though they were on opposite ends, had other values and morals, the villain saw how truly hurt the hero was. For a long time, the hero had had this little part in them that dipped them in darkness every now and then. And every time the villain noticed (they couldn’t deny it at this point) they pushed them to the light again.
They knew what hatred did to a person.
“When I was young,” the villain said, “like five years old, my mentors would lock me up in a tiny room with a body.”
The hero stared at them, eyes widened, horror reflecting. They nearly choked on their tea.
“What?”
“They locked me up with a dead body. Three times a week, maybe? I’d forgotten it, actually. Until I looked through my own file a few months ago.”
“Didn’t you kill your mentors?”
“I did,” the villain said. They let themselves fall onto the lavish couch as their own eyes bored into the red carpet under their feet. “I buried that for a long time. Made my performance suck.”
The hero stared into their drink. Bait swallowed.
Manipulation was something the villain found useful. Whether it was for their own secret goals or to simply destroy each other — it was an intriguing tool in their arsenal.
The story was true but the intention behind could’ve been considered cruel. Opening themselves to the hero, being vulnerable was a very important step towards gaining someone’s trust.
They felt bad and truly despicable but if they got the hero to talk about it, if they had the chance to find someone to trust, then maybe the villain could find peace on their own.
All the damage they had done wouldn’t be forgotten by one good deed. But helping the hero could make them feel a little more…human again.
“I’m not forcing you to tell me anything,” the villain said. “But carrying around all this stuff on your own doesn’t make you a better hero.”
It was sad to the villain that ambition was most likely to be this hero’s downfall.
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teecupangel · 30 days
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desmond, in the grey: my dad did WHAT?!
basim, live watching the events of william bastard’s conception: this is too much for me to handle 🧍🏼💀
Connected to The William Miles Gets A Woman Knocked Up Grieving Desmond’s Death idea (and its minisequel) and the Statistically speaking she would be 30~40 years younger than him.
He appeared before Basim out of the blue. Basim didn’t even know who he was or when he had appeared. Yggdrasil’s prison kept him stationary and the Norns weren’t really programmed to try and mimic human behavior enough to keep a conversation going.
So the sudden appearance of a figure clad in the light of their devices was a welcomed sight.
Basim didn’t really mind that said figure had hijacked the Norns, connecting their processing power to his own place in the Gray.
Basim didn’t even know where in the Gray he resided, only that the figure had more access to the Calculations than Yggdrassil and the Norns had.
Basim did realize that he wasn’t there for the Norns’ access to the Calculations.
He was there to make the Norns process the might influx of information coming from the Calculations, using them to build his own processing unit catered to his specific need.
“You wish to find a future where the ‘Catastrophe Singularity’ does not occur?” Basim asked curiously as he watched the Norns be worked to their bones, feeling no sympathy over them. They were programs given human-like forms to make it easier to talk to them.
The figure did not acknowledge him and Basim continued to speak anyway, walking towards the stump that was slowly turning into a tree made of golden light, “I’ll be able to help you. I know quite a lot about the Calculations. Not as much as the Capitoline Triad, I admit, but being imprisoned here did leave me with no other avenue of entertainment other than-”
The moment he touched the stump, the Norns glitched around them and a large piece shatter from the stump, slowly floating to his eye level. Basim took a step back as he said, “I apologize, I did not mean to-”
The loud moan coming from the shard caught him off-guard, making him frown.
“Verdandi.” The form ordered and Basim felt like he recognize his voice but cannot remember where.
“January 21, 2013. Portland Oregon.” Verdandi answered immediately.
Basim blinked.
“Oh, Bill! Yes, oh fu-”
Basim glanced at the glowing form staring at him before saying, “A recap would be appreciated, Urd.”
“William Miles, drowning in guilt over the death of his son, the chosen one Desmond Miles, and the finality of his divorce, is now having a one-night stand with a descendant of Basim Ibn Ishaq. This single sexual encounter will lead to the conception of the Sage of Aletheia and Loki’s child, Fenrir.”
Basim’s eyes widened.
His son?
His son’s Sage?
How was that-
The glowing figure disappeared and Basim stared at the empty space he used to stand on.
“Not a very polite guest, is he?” Basim commented, ignoring the moans coming from both his descendant and some man named William Miles. Basim sighed and turned to look at Urd as he ordered, “Send me all important data concerning William Miles.”
Time was hard to grasp in the Gray so the most accurate way to explain what happened is was…
After an unknown time have passed, Basim absolutely regretted reading the report Urd compiled about William Miles.
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brisquad-unit-4402 · 10 months
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IM LOSING IT OVER YOUR RECENT IKE FIC. LIKE OH MY GOD. its so sweet and heartwrenching i felt just as nervous and anxious as reader the entire time, and when ike reciprocated my heart MELTED AHHH his freckles!!! how kind and beautiful he is, and his confusion turning into acceptance and his SQUEALSSS AAAA. i cant take it this is my fav ike and probably luxiem fic of all time. all of your hard work paid off so well, it was so well structured and emotional and everyone felt so real!! like they arent characters, theyre actual people!!
ahh, now i wish i knew ike's perspective during those stream moments and his reaction to pen and paper ship content HAHA. i imagine he swiftly bookmarks it on his private account but he keeps blushing and his hands shake whenever he sees any fanart WAAAH. maybe one time he sees pen and paper kissing and he cant properly look at the notifications from reader's chat without FLUSHING RED i love them so bad
i love whenever i'm reading a fanfic and it's so sweetly emotional that you feel your own emotions kicking in. so whenever i hear my work has that effect on someone else it's one of the nicest feelings in the world and WHAT DO YOU MEAN FAVORITE IKE AND/OR LUXIEM FIC EVER. that's super high praise thank youuuuu sobsobsob
i mean this is the kindest most /posi way possible but "they aren't charcters, they're actual people" is the scariest compliment i've ever heard. like on one hand i'm genuinely happy! i worked really hard on keeping multifaceted personalities in mind even for the minor characters! but also Oh No. I'm Writing Vtubers. We Need To Play This So Carefully And So Conscious Of The Creator/Audience Boundary Or My Ass Is GONE
real talk one of my most favorite ike things is when he squeals at something cute or because he's embarrassed ahhhh. and his speaking voice gets so high pitched and soft when he's flustered too like?? it's probably my favorite charm point of his
the ogs remember the poll i ran like a month ago about if ike should have freckles or not. shoutout to the landslide victory, if i remember correctly 97% of voters wanted ike with freckles! so glad that worked out, it works so well with the star theme and the difference between an online friendship meeting irl, and how reader loves them because it's a reminder that they have so much to learn about ike and are ready/willing, and also, freckles are just plain adorable. ike is just plain adorable. put them together and if i were richer and thirstier i'd be commissioning an artist
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
real talk tho i feel like ike goes from 1 to 100 whenever he catches himself simping over reader before the off-collab. either he's really good at acting composed, being normal, just interacting with his best friend like best friends do... or he's a stuttering, blushy mess that wavers like jell-o.
ike's the type of guy to sleepily check twitter before going to bed and whenever he sees pen and paper on his fyp it's like he snaps awake. maybe even squeaks or goes "a!" if it's especially.... you know. sometimes he can't even comprehend that people want him and reader to. well. his mouth goes dry.
and then he feels so dirty and embarrassed just because it's there, but... he's still looking at it. is it bad he's still looking at it? it definitely is but it's captivating, in a way. somehow. the artists are so talented, and somehow they nail your body language to a t, and the way your hair swoops above your eyes, and draw you with the cutest little expressions, and—
ah, who is he kidding.
in moments of weakness it triggers something in him to bury his face a little deeper in his blankets, pretend the screen's light would cool the heat pooling over his cheeks, and search the hashtag himself.
not even three pieces of fanart later, he has to throw his phone face-down on the mattress, cover his blush with a pillow, and now he's definitely squealing. it's healing and it makes him ill. it's... pretty. you're pretty. and he's pretty dumb for letting a silly crush distort itself like this.
the worst part is that some of these line up a little too well with daydreams he wanted to lock away until the end of time. he likes when he takes the lead. the stunned, puppyish expression so rare it only shows up on your face during the biggest plot twists during a stream, but coated in a darkened blush as he pecks them on the cheek, elegant and composed. calm.
ohhhh, this can't be good for his heart. especially when ike himself is so red-faced just thinking of it. calm, his foot.
still with the pillow over his flush, ike feels around for his phone and sets it on his nightstand. he chides himself. that's enough internet for the day, eveland! now quit acting like a shoujo high schooler in love and go to bed already, it's not going to happen!
he sets his face into a determined frown as he lifts the pillow and sets it aside. with any luck, he'd go the rest of the night without thinking of reader and his feelings for them.
the frown eases as he nestles into his blankets and tucks himself in. soft sheets and warm comfort greet him as he shuts his eyes, and he enters the fluffy haze of sleep as he slips into dreamland...
...is what he'd like to say, but not even ten seconds later his eyes snap open and jerks upright in bed. wait, i'm acting like i'm in love?!
he sits with the thought seeping through his brain like a corrosive acid, filing through every little moment he daydreamed about you, and when those don't paint him a picture he likes, he tries to recall the moments he shared with you instead. those are even fonder, and even worse.
he slaps his hands over his face and sighs, and when it sounds lovesick he sighs even more.
��. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi
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ladytauria · 8 months
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a whole bouquet? xD thank you~ have two paragraphs!
Tim tilts his head back, peering up at Jason through false lashes, a sharp, amused twinkle in his eyes. The movement sends another wave of jasmine perfume wafting under Jason’s nose. “It’s all work with you, Hood,” he says, a pout on crimson lips. Jason wets his own unconsciously, stomach clenching. “When are we going to get to play?” Tim trails a long painted nail over Jason’s forearm, the slight scratch of it leaving behind a faint white line. Jason swallows, as subtly as he can. The irony of Tim asking such a question is lost in the smoky tone of his voice. “Soon, baby,” he promises, voice rougher than he’d like. He can’t help but lean over and kiss him, right on that red-painted mouth. It’s not nearly enough. “Just let me take care of this, and then I’ll take you home.”
[ send a 🌹 [rose] for a random snippet from a random wip~ ]
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Aaaaand some more kisses
thigh kisses + “can we do that again?”
Hi fren!!
We have officially bumped the rating up to E! So warning if you're not here for smut :)
There was one other nonny who requested this as well, but! I got enough prompts for a whole second fic, so the other part of thigh kisses for nonny will be coming then <3
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
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Tony has irregular heats. In the entire time Steve has known him, he’s only had one heat to Rhodey’s four. That one happened only about a month or so after they started dating (officially, not the kiss in Natasha’s dorm), and Tony had been very apologetic about not being ready to share it. Steve had waved off his apologies and said he understood—omegas who tend to nest, like Tony, also tend to be very private about their heats, and it’s a vulnerable time anyway—and said if Tony felt comfortable the next time his heat came around, he would be honored to share it with him.
Even so, knowing how irregular Tony’s heats are, he’d still been surprised when Tony had approached him a week ago, told him that he would be going into heat, and asked him if he’d like to share it with him. It had taken him a moment for the words to really register through the fantasies his brain conjured up at the scent of Tony’s pre-heat, but they had and then he’d bellowed, “Yes!” so loudly that his RA had checked on him to make sure he was doing okay.
He'd taken time off from practice though both the coach and Tony had insisted he at least be present at the game on Saturday, even if he’s not playing. Tony had done the grocery shopping, though Steve had brought a pack of Gatorade to satisfy his urges to provide, which is good since Tony had forgotten them.
And now he’s in Tony’s nest, staring down at his heat-slick omega writhing on his fingers. He’s never been in here before. Tony has another bedroom that they’ve spent time in, just as luxurious, and Steve has never been offended that he hasn’t been invited into his nest. It’s a beautiful nest, all silks and gossamer fabrics and expensive pillows and deep, rich colors. Steve’s artistic eye would probably spend quite a bit of time appreciating it, if it weren’t for the fact that Tony is imminently more interesting than a bit of interior decoration.
“You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart,” he breathes, pressing the words into the soft skin of Tony’s thigh. “Can you take another one?”
Tony tosses his head from side to side on the pillow, sobbing, “Want you.”
“You’ve got me,” Steve teases, punctuating his statement with a sharp bite to his leg. Tony gasps, thigh twitching in Steve’s grip.
“Want your knot,” Tony whines. And, yeah, Steve wants to give him that too, but he wants Tony to come for him first.
“Not yet,” he says and soothes the sting by kissing a line up to the crease of Tony’s hip. Tony arches toward his mouth, but Steve skips over that entirely and moves on to the other leg. He’s a little harsher here, nipping instead of just sucking, and when he pulls his mouth away, it’s to see a column of little bruises left on Tony’s creamy skin. The picture is so satisfying that he moves back to his other thigh and does the same thing there, creating two perfectly symmetrical rows.
“You’re supposed to be taking care of me,” Tony complains as Steve eyes his work with satisfaction. “You are a horrible, terrible alpha.”
“And you’re a demanding brat,” Steve replies, sinking his teeth into Tony’s thigh one more time. Tony sobs and comes, back arching so high off the pillows that only his shoulders and hips remain flat as his little cock jerks on his stomach.
Steve smiles smugly, pulls his fingers out, and lines himself up instead. “But,” he adds, “I suppose that I’ll take care of you now.”
He thrusts in before Tony can do more than glare at him. Tony keens, hands scrabbling at the pillows until Steve takes them in his own and pins them flat. He’s been fingering Tony for most of the last hour, and he’s desperate to come, so the pace he sets is hard and fast, shifting the two of them up the bed every time he slams back in. Tony smears kisses across his face, wherever he can reach, babbling words of love—until Steve gets his hand around his cock and then it’s all about how sensitive he is and how much a brute Steve is and he hates him, did he know that?
But Steve is determined to make Tony come one more time, so he staves off his own orgasm through sheer determination until Tony lets out a pained moan and comes again. And it’s only then that he lets himself come, lets his knot catch just behind Tony’s rim, filling his little hole because they’re both clean and Tony can’t have kids anyway, so why can’t he be as full as he likes?
Later, after he’s pulled out and rested his head on Tony’s stomach, waiting for the next wave to come on them, Tony says, “Can we do that again?”
“What, fucking?” Steve asks.
Tony swats his head. “Don’t be crude,” he says primly, which is rich, coming from him. “I mean, the thing with my legs. You sure seemed to like those, babe.”
“You have nice legs,” Steve muses, tilting his head to the side and pressing a soft kiss to the closest one.
“I do,” Tony agrees because he’s never heard of modesty a day in his life. “And no one’s ever paid attention to them.”
“Well, all you had to do was ask,” Steve replies and shifts down the nest to start lavishing attention on them all over again.
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becca-e-barnes · 2 years
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Porn star Bucky deffo spanks innocent readers pussy-
Ooooooh, the lil flood of pornstar!bucky asks I got this evening?? 🥵 They're re-awakening my love for that man
Because eugh, the thought of Pornstar Bucky making innocent reader sit on his lap. He's fully clothed while you're naked, your legs held spread over the top of his and he has you both sitting facing the full length mirror. His thick cock is trapped between his body and the swell of your ass, throbbing occasionally, just a promise of what's to come later.
"See angel, you gotta rub that little bud, right there. That's what's gonna make you feel good when this little pretty pussy starts throbbing. Start slow, just take it nice'n easy. You don't need to rush, just enjoy how it feels." He encourages, hearing you mewl pathetically. His fingers are rubbing in every direction, leaving you unsure which way they'll go next. No matter what way they rub, you know it'll be nothing short of breathtaking and sure enough, it always manages to tear another gasp from your throat.
"F-faster Bucky. Oh fuck, rub me faster." You gasp, your head thrown back onto his shoulder so you don't have to watch yourself pathetically come undone in the mirror.
Faster never comes though. Instead, you receive one gentle four finger tap to your exposed pussy, making you mewl. "Language, sweetheart. Only naughty girls use language like that." He smirks, nipping your ear and admiring how you're now rolling your hips and whimpering, desperate to grind against anything.
"Don't tell me you liked that? You liked me spanking your little pussy?" He chuckles and like a good girl, you shake your head no. "Don't lie to me, sweetie. You forget I can feel how wet you just got. Cause since I gave you that spank, this little pussy went all drippy. And you're gonna lie to me and tell me you didn't like it?"
There's nothing you can do except whine and struggle, letting his thick fingers probe your slick cunt, taking his time to trail your arousal wherever he damn well pleases.
"Need you Bucky. Please. G-give me your fingers again. R-rub that little bud again, it felt so good." You beg, almost ready to sob to get what you need.
Just when you think he's going to give you what you so desperately need, you feel another four finger slap to your clit, a little firmer this time. The gentle sting is so intoxicating, not painful enough to truly hurt, just enough to send pleasure rippling through your body.
"That's for being so impatient." He smirks, his free hand reaching up to cradle your throat, putting a little pressure exactly where he knows is going to drive you wild.
"But... Bucky, I was so-" You begin before another harsh spank lands exactly where the last one hit.
"That's for talking back. Piss me off one more time baby, you're not gonna like the way I'll spank you until you're cumming. Believe me sweetheart, I've done it to sweet little things like you before and I can do it again."
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posallys · 30 days
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The real question is...do i rewatch black sails immediately now that I've finished or do i read treasure island
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penandinkprincess · 2 years
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okay but geraskier meet cute of geralt who is using the coffeeshop’s wifi bc he hasn’t had his set up yet and jask who is camped out at a table nearby looking VERY serious at the notebook he’s scribbling in and listen geralt’s not trying to start anything but he’s watched the man drink eight (8) coldbrews in the three hours he’s been here and honestly at this point he’s just CONCERNED-.
#geraskier#geralt#jaskier#pen posts#listen geralt just moved here and there was a miscommunication with the internet company#and their office is closed that day so he has to wait#but he still has some work to do and a report to send in#and he's not really paying THAT much attention to everyone around him esp bc he's in the corner#but this guy is cute and his voice CARRIES even without him meaning it#and after coldbrew 4 tbh geralt kind of HAD to pay attention#just out of pure concern for if he was going to have to call an ambulance#pfft he just watches in HORROR as jask pours a five hour energy into a coldbrew#and that's the point at which he stands up and goes over and is like#'listen i don't know what you've got going on in your life but whatever it is this is NOT the answer'#meanwhile jask the Chaos Gremlin has a music festival coming up#and if he can just FOCUS then he can write a new love song that's going to knock everyone's socks off#and no he hasn't slept well or eaten properly but that CAN'T be the answer give him another coldbrew#pfft geralt buys him a food bc he just thinks he might die otherwise#and the next time they're in there at the same time jaskier sends something over to him#and it starts a back and forth#oh mAN THEY GET PLAYFUL WITH THE NAMES ON THE CUPS#it starts with geralt ordering a 'drink some damn water jaskier'#followed by 'glory or death geralt'#bc jask has nO chill#AND IT ENDS WITH JASK'S NEW LOVE SONG BEING ABOUT LOVE IN A COFFEE SHOP#SOMETHING SWEET AND PLAYFUL BECOMING SO MUCH MORE
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anantaru · 4 months
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JUSTICE FOR MORE THOMA WRITING (with love😊)!!!
after kinktober i want to write for whatever i want right now without much pressure to include every character but when i do find some motivation to tackle a thoma thirst i have drafted, you'll see! 💓
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oneiroy · 5 months
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What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?
Honestly I can't really think of a hobby of hers she'd be worse at in public systematically - maybe it would happen at times with any of them because she got distracted by whoever she's with, or wanted to show off a bit too much, but that's about it. I just don't think she'd be nervous or shy about any of her hobbies...
Something she is systematically worse at in front of others however would be reading and writing! Doesn't really answer the question because it's not a hobby for her, and she's not really good at it in private. She can read and write, but slowly. That didn't bother her much before joining the Scions, but given that they're pretty much all scholars, she does feel a bit stupid about their difference of skill on that subject.
If she can, she will avoid doing that in front of them - if she finds what looks like a promising book for instance, she'll hand it over for them to read. She also prefers to be alone when she has to write a report. When she has to do that in front of them, she'll try to go faster to compensate, but it just end up making the fact that she has some issues with it even more obvious.
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aurelim · 6 months
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Update (9/22/23)
hey, I've been writing Echo's info for the past thirty minutes, so I figured I should give some updates right now.
Unfortunately I have not started Chapter 2 yet. I'm still trying to figure out how to begin. I'm planning on beginning to write it in a few hours though, so wish me luck!
On the bright side, there are some new things to the demo. There is a light and dark mode, as well as a way to switch between three different fonts (Josefin Sans, Eczar, and Montserrat). I have made changes to the prologue as well as taking suggestions from fellow readers, editing different choice words.
I didn't upload it since there is nothing new and I figured you guys would think there is something new when there isn't.
But out of curiosity, would you want that?
And no, I'm not putting in an option that says "it's up to you!" because I honestly don't know :(
also hey, since I'll be here on Tumblr for a bit writing about Echo, send in some asks or song requests for writer's block or short prompt ideas because why not? It gives me a break too lol
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tswwwit · 2 years
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have u ever considered…Familiar!AU where bill introduces dipper to weed (or vice versa? though i suppose bill has almost certainly tried weed)
I mean, Bill's definitely tried it and thinks it's amusing, but for Dipper?
I'd say it's 40/60 whether he chills out, or gets way too high the first time and thinks he's having a heart attack.
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brisquad-unit-4402 · 7 months
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shu cuddled up in a blanket like a kitty mWAH YOU MAKE ME FEEL THINGS 💕
I'm a regular now you can't get rid of me
SHU YAMINO MOST CATBOY EVER. he can't keep dodging the allegations like this. i'm going to write him so soft and so restrained until he's tired or drunk or both and then peak cat energy i swear. this is a threat
i'm not locked in here with you. you're locked in here with me
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lovelylittlelevity · 8 months
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Small Progress Report - Writing Edition
MK's route is making some very good headway! I expect the script to be done soon. It's so fun to write for him, he is just The Absolute Silly Ever!!
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~Melody
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