#and I just can't even process if it makes sense as are reply lmao

[junityy]

🕸 — stay.

pairing. spider-man!jake x fem!reader genre. fluff, slight angst, slightly suggestive?? wc. 2k warnings. for context, this is the #infamous scene in the amazing spiderman 1 when peter shows up hurt at gwens window!! and yes im including the lizard LMAO and jake is kinda down Bad note. THIS TURNED OUT SO LONG.... and also NOT how i wanted but erm well.. spiderman jake is truly all i can think about so i hope you enjoy!!!

You were just finishing up your chemistry homework when Jake leaned against your window frame outside, and lightly knocked against your window. By now, this had become a routine-like thing, so you didn't even flinch.

The first time he did that, though, you felt slightly creeped out before letting him in regardless - because, after all, you do live on the 21st floor. The second time he did that, you started getting used to it. After all, your boyfriend just so turned out to be Spider-man. It was just something you'd get used to sooner rather than later.

Turning around and telling him, “Come in.”, you could already feel your lips form into a smile like that of a little kid's. Jake does as you said and opens the window, slowly climbing inside while you quickly save your homework document in the meantime.

“So, big guy, what was saving New York like today?” you joke before turning around to look at him. Though, once you see Jake holding onto your armchair for stability, your smile fades as quickly as it appeared and you get up when your eyes scan his body - three major scratches across his chest, along with other small wounds across his face (though these are a given by now). But also- scratches? No, it looks more like someone tried to slice him up with.. you don't even know what. Knives? This big? You can only imagine how he got these.

“Different, for sure.” he replies in a joking manner (even though there is no smile), and you can hear just a tiny bit of the pain he must be in in his voice.

“Jake?” you end up whispering as you walk towards him, and he simply lets himself fall onto your armchair before you sit down beside him.

“Seems that reptiles aren't my biggest fans.” he jokes; now smiling as he lets his head fall back while trying to catch his breath. In the meantime, you can't help but scan his wounds up close and - it's safe to say, someone (or something) possibly did try to slice him up from the looks of it.

“Reptiles?” you repeat, the confusion in your voice being very easy to identify; something Jake had already seen coming though, so that is far from surprising.

Before speaking up to elaborate further, he lifts his head again to look at you up close, then explains; “Remember that thing on the bridge yesterday? The thing that was ‘bigger’ than a human.. Well, turns out it's actually some kind of giant, mutant lizard. And it's living in the sewers, apparently.”

“A what?” raising your eyebrows in shock immediately, you can't help but blink in utter confusion a few times - at least before your eyes find their way back to his chest, and some dots start to connect by themselves. Well, his wounds make a little sense now at least. Still, neither of you could deny that ‘giant mutant lizard’ doesn't sound absolutely insane - so naturally, it takes you a second to process and.. imagine what that fight must've looked like just now.

“You're..” you frown; making eye contact with your boyfriend again after breaking it shortly. Jake on the other hand can't seem to even think about taking his eyes off of you. As per usual. “You're telling me you're fighting.. giant lizards?” you simply add. You're also certain that no matter how you would've worded this, it would sound equally just as crazy.

But, well.. your boyfriend IS Spider-man after all. So really, nothing should probably surprise you anymore. If you had to guess, things would, most likely, only get crazier from here on.

“Yeah. Well, they suck.” Jake scoffs, followed by another smile on his face, but he quickly groans in pain right after; your eyes still fixated on his wounds. It’s not like he'll die of them, so you try telling yourself to stop being so dramatic, but still.. it's a sight you'd rather not get too used to.

You hate seeing him like this. Usually, you're pretty used to seeing him with small or at least smaller wounds by now, but this? This is.. low-key crazy. You keep telling yourself that he is literally Spider-man, and that there's.. kinda no way to avoid getting hurt, yet all you hope for is to see him in one piece every single time. And it seems that the longer he keeps doing what he's doing, the chances of seeing him at all keep getting slimmer. Which is something that truly keeps you up at night, easily causing goosebumps all over your body.

“Hey.” Jake quietly says, simply to bring you back to reality once he notices you're lost in thoughts, and the next thing you feel is his hand on your cheek, softly cupping it.

Once you're actually back, you properly reconnect the eye contact you so love with him again. “What is it?” he questions not too long after, barely whispering while trying to read your expression. You, on the other hand, just remain silent; swallowing, before taking a sharp breath.

“Take this off, I'll take care of it.” pretty much avoiding the question, you point to his suit instead (or at least the upper part of it) - since, every time Jake has come here, you took care of him and his injuries. And today was gonna be no different.

While he makes sure the city is okay, you need to make sure he's okay. And vice versa, Jake has to make sure you're okay, by coming back to you every time like promised. New York could be safe for all he wants - only seeing your face every time makes him feel truly safe and sound.

And so again, he does as you say; moving to sit on the floor while leaning against your bed, he watches you do your little magic in silence. Silence, awe, admiration - it's all the same when it comes to you, really. He doesn't even deserve you, Jake thinks to himself. Like he does everyday.

Your ‘little magic’ though, simply includes disinfecting his wounds first; a process the both of you have gotten used to by now.

Once he's rolled down his suit a little, you begin to carefully pat his chest with the tissue again and again, so careful as if he'd break if you made one wrong move. Which.. seems sort of funny. You're patching up the Spider-man after all.

Jake, in the meantime, can't seem to take his eyes off of you again, so he simply doesn't. Instead, he watches your every move like his life depends on it. The look in your eyes has changed. You've gone quiet. Like, awfully quiet.

“Y/N.” he tries again after just a moment - after you clearly avoided his question the first time. When you look up just the tiniest bit, you're immediately met with his eyes on you already in no time. Oh. His eyes. “What is it?” he repeats, hoping to get you to talk this time.

Looking at him, it takes you a few moments to even form a somewhat coherent thought. Sometimes you wish you could just stop time and stay like this. With him, here. Forever.

Sure, being Spider-man's girlfriend had its perks - like Jake taking you with him to swing around New York together. Surely.. an original experience! But it also meant praying he'd come home to you every time there was trouble in the city.

“I'm just scared for you, is all.” you sigh quietly, tilting your head a tiny bit. For just a moment, silence enters, and it feels like you're falling in love with him all over again. You're just glad he's here.

“You won't lose me.” Jake assures you in the softest tone possible and immediately brings his hand back to your cheek, only to bring your face closer to his. Close enough to place a kiss on your lips, a reassuring one. A kiss that, as you both know, says something words wish they could truly encapsulate. Breaking the kiss for a short, simple “I promise.”, he immediately reconnects your lips again like he'd suffocate if he didn't.

What starts as a lovely, reassuring kiss, quickly seems to turn into something much more intimate when you feel Jake rest his other hand on your waist only to pull you as close as possible; to feel your body right against his.

Spider-man might have impressive healing abilities that are above those of the average person, but Jake felt as if having you near him was already enough healing.

“I love you.” he breathes into the kiss, and quickly tries to catch his breath when you do the same for a second. Your faces still dangerously close, all you seem to be able to get out is a “I love you too.” that sounds very out of breath, like you were the one fighting a giant mutant lizard just before.

Bringing your hand up to rest on the side of his neck, Jake can't help but sigh when he backs off a tiny bit, only so he can get a good look at you. God, you're beautiful he thinks to himself. Basically looking at you the same way he did when he first told you he loved you, he automatically moves the few strands of hair out of your face; tucking them behind your ear, while his eyes simply shine with admiration. But mostly love.

“I just love you, Y/N.” your boyfriend repeats while shaking his head slightly, and sounding completely hopeless as if he just accepted that he is, indeed, hopelessly in love with you. Though, that was more or less the case anyway.. it still is, actually. Watching his eyes go back and forth between your eyes and lips, Jake speaks up again in a low voice, “You won't lose me.”. However this time, it's a promise rather than a reassurance.

Your eyes lighting up with pure love at his words and the look in his eyes, you can't seem to hide the way your lips are forming into another tiny smile - so you decide to just let them speak by placing them on his once again.

It's like your lips were perfectly made for each other, especially when Jake tilts his head a tiny bit more to deepen the kiss - his hand still on your neck, and if it were to go after him, he'd never remove it again. It's like you were perfectly made for each other.

“Jake.” you mumble into the kiss, yet keep it going because his lips feel a little too good moving against yours. Although you don't wanna let go, you (sadly) do end up breaking the kiss - which causes Jake to immediately look at you as you're gathering your thoughts one by one.

“I need to ask you a favour. It'll sound really selfish, though.” you begin quietly, only to receive a promising nod from his side, waiting for you to continue curiously while his eyes go back and forth between your eyes and lips again. Swallowing, you carefully ask, “You know I love that you're Spider-man, but can you just be Jake for tonight and stay?” Yeah, you were right about it sounding kinda selfish. Jesus.

But, like, it's true, and you couldn't really figure out a better way to word it. I mean, obviously you love that he's Spider-man - literally who wouldn't? But it's true that you love Jake Sim more. Even if just a tiny bit, which is why you want, - or need, actually - him with you tonight. Just Jake. Just the two of you.

“It doesn't sound selfish.” is the first thing he says in response, slightly shaking his head for further assurance. You're not only glad about it, but you feel your heartbeat increase rapidly when you see yet another smile form on his face, which (thank god), he doesn't even try to hide as it's getting too big. “Actually,” he lightly scoffs, biting on his lip as you watch him do so (it drives you nuts every time).

“I was hoping you'd say that, princess.” is the last thing he says before pulling you in for a kiss much, much more intimate than the ones before.

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[yourfavepookiebear]

This is my first time making a request so sorry if this makes no sense.

Self aware Twisted Wonderland with a player who randomly gets transported into their world. For Characters I was thinking about Azul, Malleus, Leona, and Riddle.

If this is too much you can ignore it.

A/n : This request has been sitting in my inbox for 2 months so I decided to finally answer it 😭 also sorry anon, for the extremely late reply 😅 for some reason I feel like I'm writing a fairytale for kids or sum lmao, also I wrote this while simultaneously doing my homework jsyk , it took me a lit to write this if you can tell, but can you tell I wrote this in 2 different days ?

Cw: Leona being lazy and a bit unhinged, bad writing, short asf, not proofread, Riddle kinning pomeranians and chihuahas, Malleus just being Malleus, ooc, inaccurate character depiction

It's the day after Yuu appeared in twisted wonderland, the second day of school. (It's been a long time since I last played or read twisted wonderland so bear with me) for plot purposes and diversity, each character will have slightly different plot, like time and place.

◇ Leona Kingscholar

It was just another irritating day for Leona, as he was sleeping in the botanical gardens, skipping class as usual. His tail swished left to right, as he tried to fall asleep. For some reason though, much to his annoyance, he couldn't fall asleep. Normally he had no problem dozing off, but today was different. He grits his teeth and glares at air particles, then he sits upright and stares at a random direction. Suddenly he hears footsteps, and the familiar voice of Ruggie approaching his location.

Leona rolls his eyes just as Ruggie emerges, not even sparing him a glance. Ruggie sighs and walks towards Leona

"Hey Leona, I got your sandwich"

Ruggie then hands him a sandwich and glances at him

"What's wrong ? You seem pretty down-in-the-dumps today. Not that you're usually a ray of sunshine, but still."

Leona just huffs and plucks some grass from the ground, then answers

"I can't sleep."

Ruggie blinks owlishly, then tilts his head to the side

"Woah, THE Leona Kingscholar, unable to sleep ? That's a new one.."

"Tsk, whatever."

Is all Leona says, as he rolls his eyes and lays down on the grass once again, closing his eyes. Ruggie takes the hint and walks away, going back to wherever he came from.

About an hour later, Leona wakes up to the sound of footsteps, yet this time they're not Ruggie's. In fact, they're not familiar at all..

Leona opens his eyes but stays still, a bit curious to know who this mysterious person is. On one side he doesn't give a shit, but on another side he's curious because, just what could a stranger be possibly doing at NRC ?

Suddenly someone jumps on top of him, effectively knocking the air out of his lungs. He jolts awake, bewildered and shocked.

"What the-"

His eyes widen as he recognizes the person who's crushing him with their weight..holy shit, what the hell is the player doing here ???

"Player ?"

He says, baffled, he genuinely doesn't know how to react. One minute he was peacefully sleeping, the other he wakes up to the player suddenly spawning on top of him ?? His thought process is cut off as his ears are flooded with high-pitched screaming and shrieking

"OH MY LORD, LEONA ????? AM I DREAMING ?? HES SO MUCH HOTTER IN PERSON OMFG"

He blinks, once, twice, thrice, his mouth open and his eyes wide, his ears twitching

"Player ?? What..."

(I'm gonna end it here becuz Im lazy asf and I have to go sleep soon, the rest is up to you and your imagination sorry pookies)

◇ Azul Ashengrotto

Azul is in the mostro lounge, he finishes making a deal with some random student, he bids them goodbye with that shady smile plastered on his face, and as soon as they leave he looks over to the clock. 7pm, it's still early yet it's already dark outside. He sighs and grabs his stuff, preparing to go back to his dorm room. Suddenly, he feels something brushing against his leg. He frowns and looks around, confused as to what it may be.

He hopes its not a prank from the twins, as he shrugs it off and continues what he was doing, until he feels it again.

He gets up from his office chair and looks under his desk, only to find...

What ? There's someone asleep under his desk ?? He pulls them out from under his desk, and immediately recognizes that face. It's the player !

He is absolutely baffled. How did the player randomly spawn under his office desk, asleep and in pajamas ?? This is very confusing..

◇ Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle was in his room, studying whatever the hell subjects they have in nrc.

He gets up to go drink a cup of natural mineral water with a 100% recycled bottle, then somehow trips on something.

He looks down and jumps 10 meters back, eyes blown wide as saucers and lets out the loudest and longest scream on earth, so loud that even I am put to shame.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-"

Somehow though, for plot purposes, no one hears him. Tatatatata, he looks over at the thing that was on the floor and is shocked to see you, the player, asleep on his floor, snoring like, so hard every single one of the prehistoric cavemen (Leona included) would lower their heads in respect.

(Anyways skip I'm lazy)

◇ Malleus Draconia

As we all know, Malleus loves walking around at night, and that makes a lot of people think he's some insane psychopath who's gonna stalk them then impale them with his horns.

After his nightly walk he came back to Diasomnia dorm just to find, you, aka the player and the one he thinks of so religiously every single day. He takes a step towards you, which isn't a lot since he's at the start of a hallway and you're at the end but whatever.

And that was his first mistake. Lo and behold there were you, at the end of the dark ass hallway, staring at him like you just witnessed some middle aged guy take off his pants and wip out his d*ck, then smack you across the face with it, oh and as if it was so long Drake would be put to shame.

You screamed like a banshee and ran away as if you were being chased by Drake's pipe.

Then you yelled out louder than Leona's snoring "MAMA MIA WHAT IN THE EVERLOVING WILLY WONKA AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY FUCK IS HAPPENING HERE" -Player's last words, may they rest in peace and remain forever remembered.

Jkjk you just ran into the wall and passed out. And Lilia was just watching the whole time and laughing his ass off. But you made Malleus sad tho :(

You woke up in Malleus's bedroom after having a nightmare about Drake's elevator.

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[redr0sewrites]

I’m obsessed with your hazbin stuff rn it’s incredible

idk how much you could write for this but you write a bit about sub vox after you finish fucking him. so basically just vox aftercare. I don’t think he’d be super into non-sexual touch but I think while in subspace/while coming out of it he would be super clingy and touchy.

I’ve been thinking about taking care of a fucked out vox for a while and I’m obsessed with the image.

thank you in advance and have a nice day <33

YESSSSS!!!! im a huge sucker for aftercare ♥️

🥀Cw: fluff, aftercare, mentions of smut but nothing explicit, bathing

listen, no matter what type of sex yall are having, whether its rough and fast or slow and soft, vox always ends up exhausted

after subbing vox is always clingier than usual, but he's also a lot more emotional than usual

wipe off his tears, wait for him to calm down and just let him cling to you before even starting the aftercare process

vox just needs to be held for a few minutes as he slowly begins to become slightly coherent

i don't see him as the type to want to talk much after sex, he'll mumble a little request or an "i love you" here and there but thats about it

vox pretty much melts into your touch, and he wants you to take care of him

he very rarely feels taken care of, and hes so stressed out most of the time that it just feels very foreign to him

when it comes to actually cleaning up after sex, vox is normally still too deep into subspace to do much

hes always overstimulated, and will def glitch out when you wipe off his thighs and clean him up

vox loves the intimacy of just laying back while you wash the slick off his thighs with a warm towel, pressing soft kisses to his screen and praising him as he comes out of subspace

he needs your praise and reassurance, especially when you were rough or mean to him

he'll try to be nonchalant and ask you if you really meant all the degrading things you said, but you can tell that vox's genuinely insecure about what you think of him

praise him and tell him you're so proud of him, tell him how he took you so well and how he's your good bot

vox is too incoherent and embarassed to reply but he clings a little closer to you and his screen flushes to a warmer pink

a lot of the time vox's claws will rip up the sheets and blankets, he feels bad about it but he can't control it in the moment so he'll try to help you out with setting the bed even though his legs are shaking and he's still barely coherent

PLEASE just shush him and tell him you can handle it, then run him a warm bath

considering vox is rich af ur bathtub is def big enough for the both of you, and he enjoys just laying with you in the warm water

he likes to admire all the marks you give him in the mirror, he adores seeing the hickeys and scratches on his skin

like i said he's not much of a talker after sex but he doesn't mind listening

he'll play with your fingers or trail his hand up and down your arm as you talk to him about your day

when you're both all cleaned up and relaxed, i think he'd (secretly) like it if you dressed him

theres something so intimate about you buttoning up his night shirt, giggling and pressing kisses to his screen as he pouts at you

vox pulls you on top of him when you guys are cuddling so that he can wrap his arms around you!

by this point he's def more coherent and out of subspace so he's not as clingy, but still wants your touch (if that makes sense lmao)

like he's too prideful to cling to you or ask you to hold him but really wants to be held

he'll pout when you spoon him but the fact that he practically melts into your touch betrays his true feelings

vox sleeps like the dead after being fucked and mornings after sex are the few mornings he actually sleeps in

overall, post sex vox is a side thats much softer than usual, and truly shows how much he loves and trusts you

pushing through these long ass work days yall- tmrws my last day so i'll be posting more next week!!!!!!! i need to write more fluffy stuff w vox its come to my attention that i literally only write nsfw for him 😭

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[marleyybluu]

Glasses

Husband!Oscar x black!wife!reader

Word count: 2k

Content warning: fluffy fluffy, Oscar is a stubborn husband, a little sexy flirtatiousness at the end, just your typical married couple and we love it, reader is hot for Oscar and his glasses (I mean I would be too tf)

A/N: bare in mind that i don’t have glasses idk how the process goes lmao I just made shit up so sorry if it’s not accurate I guess. Who cares we’re in make believe land rn

Sorry for typos && bad translations if any

(I know these aren’t glasses glasses but… you get it lmao)

"Mama..." Rafa says poking your arm, you look down at him and smile. "Yes?"

"Why is Dad making that face?" He asks pointing over to Oscar who's holding his phone down in his lap with his head tilted up slightly so that he can see the screen better. You shook your head. That old bastard was a stubborn one. You have noticed for months now that Spooky is squinting to read everything, he's holding things at certain angles just the see the words correctly. He even has the kids reading things for him when he flat-out can't make out any of the words.

And of course, you've confronted him about it, saying if he wanted you could schedule an appointment with an optometrist and get his vision checked but he tells you— "No, mamita, I'm fine."

Stubborn Jack ass.

You roll your eyes and sigh dramatically. "Mi hijo, maybe you can talk some sense into your big-headed father. Because he won't listen to me." You say loud enough for your husband to hear. He grumbles and looks over at you, so tempted to say something disrespectful but your son is there. You wiggle your eyebrows taunting him.

"Papa, I think you need gafas."(glasses)

Spooky breathes heavily like a dragon, you swear smoke comes out of his nose too. "Mira, baby, let me just take you to check your eyes. If I'm wrong I'll eat my words and do anything you want."

His ears perk up at the offer. "Anything?"

And you knew what that tone meant. Spooky had been asking for another baby sooner rather than later but you constantly rebuttal with the fact that your third child, Emilia, was only a year old and you refused to have two under two. "Yes, anything." You reply confidently knowing you'd win this battle. He says it's a deal and you smile proudly keeping a reminder to make his appointment later.

-- --

In the days leading up to the appointment, he swore up and down that you'd be wrong, that you'll soon be walking around with a round belly all over again and he couldn't wait to see it. You remain quiet and shrug, occasionally giggling at how cocky he was about this.

After dropping the kids off at your mom's, you two head over to the Optometrist. You're pleasantly greeted by the woman at the front desk who asks you who the appointment is for. Oscar finds himself a seat and huffs like a child. You roll your eyes and mention his name. "I'm assuming you made the appointment." She smiles light-heartedly. "That obvious?"

"Trust me, I've got one at home whose chain I have to pull to even get him to the doctor. They're all like that."

You giggle and look over your shoulder at him as he pouts and looks at his new shoes. The receptionist says she'll let the doctor know you two were there and be back to guide you to a room. You take a seat next to Oscar who immediately puts his hand on your thigh, squeezing at your supple flesh. "So, what do you think the next baby will be? I hope it's a boy, I can't lie."

"Will you shut the fuck up? You are not winning this bet, Diaz."

He looks around before trailing his hand up your dress, your eyes widen when his fingers brush over your panties. "Who you talkin' to like that? Don't let this bet get you fucked up."

You swallow your attitude and shrink in the chair, he removes his hand and gently kisses your temple. Maybe he'd get another baby out of you regardless.

It wasn't long before you two were called in. Once in the room, Oscar was told to sit in the chair that was hooked up to everything while you sat in the extra chair not too far from them. He starts by asking Oscar about his medical history; and if anyone in his family has problems with their vision but he says, "Not as far as I know."

You watch as he's asked to read the chart across the room and he instinctively squints, you cover your mouth to stop your giggles.

Even with the act of squinting he ends up getting a lot of them wrong.

He's tested furthermore and, honestly, it was not looking too good. He was struggling so much that it was truly getting to him, his nails scape at the jeans over his knee caps-- taps them once in a while whenever he lets out a frustrated sigh. You were beginning to feel bad for him, wanting to whisper the letters to him so he didn't feel so... shitty.

The lights in the room turn on and the optometrist sits in his chair. "Mr. Diaz, unfortunately, I do think you'll need some prescription glasses. You are more farsighted in your right eye than you are in your left. The left eye seems to be fine for now. So, I will put in an order for a pair of lenses and when they're ready we'll give you a call to pick out the frames."

Oscar sighs, he sounds so defeated. You two thank the doctor and make your way out of the office building and back to the car. He sucks his teeth while buckling his seatbelt, he crosses his arms and waits for you to put the car in drive but you don't budge. "Why are you acting like this?"

He shrugs. "Let's just go."

"No. What are you upset about?"

"I'm old."

There was a moment of silence, took you a a minute to realize he was serious. "I'm old, mama. I can't see shit, I'm tired, I'm cranky. I'm fucking old. Next thing you know I can't play with my kids, can't play Fútbol con Rafa, dios mio." (Soccer with Rafa, my God)

He was genuinely spiralling. "Papito, I hate to break it to you but we're supposed to get old." You say to him but it (obviously) doesn't help.

"Lo sé, mi amor, pero, they still have to make it to middle school and high school, I gotta see them through college."

"Who says you won't? Mi marido, (my husband) we will be there for all of their events, for all the big changes. We will still be there when they all leave the nest to create their own, and when they come back to visit." You reassure. "I'll still be next to you in a rocking chair. We are not going anywhere, anytime soon. Entiendes? No hay prisa." (Understand? No rush)

He nods, still pouting. You lean over and plant a loving kiss on his lips. "If you ask me you will make a sexy Abuelo. Glasses and all."

"En serio?" A little bit of confidence coming back to him.

"Sí, papi chulo." You purr pulling him in for another kiss. "You know we have a lot of time before we got to get the kids." He grumbles his lips travelling down your neck. "Let's go before you get us in trouble in this parking lot."

He shrugs. "Wouldn't be the first time."

You laugh. "I know, I don't want to relive it."

-- --

Days passed and Oscar finally got the call to pick up his lenses and choose the frames, you offered to go with him but he said he wanted to surprise you. You'd been waiting all day excited to see what would walk through the door.

You sighed flipping through the selections on Prime, the house was quiet with the kids either distracted or sleeping and you were bored-- until you heard the car door slam shut and his keys jingle right outside the door. The door swings open but he doesn't enter, not yet. He calls out for you and when you answer all too eagerly he chuckles at your excitement. "You been waitin' on this all day?" He asks.

"Yes, hurry the fuck up." You rush. He appears from behind the door and stands with his arms slightly open. "Cómo me veo?" (How do I look?) He asks. Your eyes widen and your jaw slacks. They were simple black frame glasses, they weren't obnoxiously thick or oddly small, and they were good enough to fit him. You sit up on your knees and lean over the back of the couch. "You look... good. Muy guapo, papito." You slur feeling a heat spread in your lower belly. His eyebrows raise in surprise, he knows that look anywhere.

"Quierida..."

"Oscar... " You had the filthiest line ready for him to hear until a pair of footsteps descended from the steps. "Whoooooa! Elliana, Mira! Papa got glasses!" Rafa announces rushing down the stairs to get a better look and shortly another set of little feet made their way over. The two children were so interested in what was on their father's face and how different he looked. "Can you see better?" Elliana asks and he smiles giving her a sweet kiss on her head. "Sí, mi corazón. Thanks for asking."

Rafa turns to you. "Mama, doesn't Dad's glasses look cool?"

Their eyes were on you but you could feel the taunting nature of your husband's eyes. "Yeah... mhm, he looks... they look-k good." You stammer causing Oscar to smirk.

He had seemingly found an upper hand on you with these glasses and he wasn't afraid to use it over the next week. He had them on even when he didn't need them to see that look on your face— the lust, the adoration— your pupils seem to expand whenever you see him in those spectacles. He just looked fucking hot.

It was the best when he walked around in his grey sweats, alone, with no shirt. Just his tattoos and glasses to complete his look and you ate it up every time. You tug on your bottom lip as you paint the picture in your mind. But why imagine, when you can just go see. The house was quiet, all the kids were sound asleep, you shifted out of bed as carefully as you could to not wake Emilia. Once you are successful you grab the baby monitor and creep downstairs, the television is off and the whole first floor is dark-- the only form of light shines through the windows courtesy of the moon. 

"Why the fuck would you do that!?" 

Ah yes, of course, he was in his habitat. The basement. You sneak your way down to see that the ceiling light is off and he just has the ones around his monitors on, though they are bright enough for her to see where she's going. His back is turned and he's so zoned in that your presence goes unnoticed for quite some time. You cross your arms and dramatically clear your throat to let him know you're here. "Yall give me a minute, wifey is here." You can hear the collective; "Hi wifey!" "Hola señiorita!" "What's good Mrs. Spooky?" 

You smile and greet them right back before he mutes his mic. "What's up?" He spins his chair to give you his full attention. "Emilia's awake?" 

You shake your head. "No, she's still sleeping. Just came to hang out." Your eyes ogle the print in his sweats. He follows your line of sight and chuckles. "You sure?"

"Mhm." You swing your leg over his legs and perch yourself on his lap. "I mention how fucking good you look in these glasses?" You purr leaning in. "They havin' an effect on you, ma. That I can see." He hums ghosting your lips with his. "And that's why you should listen to your esposa (wife)more." 

Your lips finally meet and it's not long before you two are practically nibbling at each other with a mutual desperation to end the sexual tension that's been created over time. "Let me hop off the game-" 

"No, it's okay. They can't see you right?" You smirk gnawing at his jaw. "No, they can't."

You reach between your bodies and slide your hand into his sweats. Oscar reaches up to adjust his glasses and when they begin to fog up he cleans them off and reaches to put them on his desk when you stop him. 

"The glasses stay on, Diaz." 

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[yanderu-deredere]

I got a semi hilarious/sad request idea, hear me out. How would Liam, Fujio, Ryouta, and Ryuu react to a darling that rejects them during their confession? Darling is sobbing while she tells them about being confessed to/asked out on dates as a cruel joke. She insists there's no way they'd be interested in a weirdo like her, this has to be another elaborate joke or a lie. The yanderes which impulsively kidnapped darling are going what??? You're handcuffed to the bed and that's what you're worried about? Just how low is your self esteem girl

a/n: honestly this is a whole ass relatable mood LOL i fucking love this so much

hope i understood clearly but i wrote it so that darling rejects them, they kidnap darling, darling has a break down, chaos ensues LMAO i love love love this request so thank you for sending it in!

warning: female pronouns as requested, around 700 words each yandere, mentioned bullying, kidnapping, mentions of knocking reader out

It wasn't enough; stalking you wasn't enough, watching you from far away wasn't enough, all of it wasn't enough. His greed for you was hot, was growing, was finally bubbling over.

He needed you with him immediately, needed to know that you'd belong to him and only him, nobody else.

He would ask you out, would try to approach you as someone normal, someone who happened to want to ask you out on a lovely date.

The thought of a first date with you made him feel warm.

And, if that didn't work out, well, there would always be a plan B, a plan C, plan D. Whatever he needed to do to make you his.

liam arieh ★ profile

Liam laughed at your words, all soft and huffing, before his brain finally processed it all. You had said no to dinner. You had rejected him.

You didn't want to belong to him.

"Wait, what?" That signature cocky smile of his was quickly wiped off of his face, replaced with a look of both confusion and slight irritation.

Not the best approach when it came to you, apparently, because you quickly frowned and curled into yourself a bit "I-I'm sorry, I can't go out with you."

"I don't want to—"

"You don't want to?" His feelings for you seemed to broil in his chest, creating an uncomfortable pressure that he didn't exactly want to acknowledge, much less accept.

Instead of clarifying, you just apologised again and scurried off, probably scared in the face of Liam's anger. Made sense but it didn't make him any less angrier.

He stood there by himself, fists clenching and unclenching beside him.

If you didn't want to, so be it.

When you awoke, you tried to remember exactly what had happened right before you fell asleep.

You were at home and then what?

The gap in your memories worried you enough that, for a while, you just sat there, eyebrows furrowed. Then, you realised, you had your arms tied behind you with a silken something and you were in a room that you didn't recognise.

It was a gorgeous room, well decorated with reds and golds that made it look opulent without being too gaudy. But it was also a room you'd never been in before.

Your heart started thumping wildly in your chest.

You wanted to leave but, unfortunately, your legs were also tied. Specifically, they were tied in a way that made it impossible for you to stretch your them out, much less stand.

Before you could truly panic, a door opened. Your head snapped to that direction and you were relieved to see Liam.

"W-What's going on?" You asked, voice a little small and pathetic. You were relieved to see him but that didn't change the fact that you were a bit too scared and confused.

Liam just gave you an easy smile that would've normally calmed you but, instead, made you even more nervous "Oh, angel, I've taken you here because you've made a grave mistake."

You were only further confused.

So, as Liam approached you, he continued to explain "See, when I asked you to go on a lovely date with me, when I asked you to be mine, you'd replied that you didn't want to."

"Angel, you're not allowed to 'not want to'." He then cupped your cheek when he got close enough, that smile on his face turning more and more into something you couldn't recognise "I wanted to take the easy route, make you mine slowly, over time. But, unfortunately—"

"Wait, wh-when you asked me out... you meant it?" Your eyes watered as you looked up at this man you'd held feelings for "It wasn't—It wasn't a joke?"

Liam's face suddenly fell. That was certainly not the response he'd expected. He wasn't stupid, of course. He knew that kidnapping you wasn't exactly ethical. He'd expected you to fight back or something. Instead, it was this.

"What do you mean a joke?"

You cried more and more until the tears fell, caressing your cheeks "Wh-When—Before—Pe-People used to ask me out as a j-joke. They used to—And I didn't think— I mean, me? Why me? Wh-When you're—You're you!"

Normally, Liam would've preened when met with your praise. However, instead, he felt rather rankled in the face of both your self-effacing comments and the little glimpse of your past.

He moved to cup both your cheeks in his hands, his thumbs wiping away your tears "I don't want to fucking hear that from you, hmmm?"

You stiffened a little, expression showing exactly how bewildered you felt. Instead, Liam continued "I love you, my sweet angel. You are the light at the end of this fucked tunnel and I love you enough to forcibly make you mine."

"So, I don't want to hear you saying anything self-deprecating anymore, okay?" He asked in a rather faux nice tone but, before you could even answer, he nodded your head for you.

"Good girl." That easy smile returned to his face but the way he looked at you, eyes dark as his gaze ran up and down your body, was anything but easy "Now, I should free you from your little predicament but why don't I punish you a little first?"

fujio watanabe ★ profile

Fujio didn't even seem put off at all by your words. In fact, he looked like he expected it. Instead of anger, you were met with an unnerving nonchalance. “A’ight.”

And, really truly, he had expected it. He had known since he’d met you that you’d be different than any other woman that he’d met before, and he knew that meant there might be problems with making you his.

First obvious problem: he didn’t exactly know how to make anyone, much less someone like you, his.

He’d always enjoyed the impermanence of one night stands and fuck buddies. He’d never wanted anyone desperately, insistently, like he’d wanted you and it threw him for a rather enjoyable loop.

So, he expected a bit of a road bump and planned accordingly.

“I-I’m really sorry.” You apologised again and, haltingly, you moved towards the door “I-I should probably go…”

Fujio let you go, of course. But only because he knew that you wouldn’t be able to go.

When you tried for the doorknob, you were stopped by one of those chain locks. Your eyebrows furrowed but you reached for the chain lock to undo it. Except, it wouldn’t be undone. Like it was locked in. And there was a second like it a bit further up the door.

“F-Fujio?” You glanced back at him, and he just continued smirking at you.

He took one step towards you “Sorry, forgot to tell ya’. I don’t take no for an answer.”

You pressed your back against the door, eyes darting here and there around Fujio’s rather small apartment in an attempt to find an escape route “I-I don’t understand.”

That was expected too. You wouldn’t understand his obsession over you. No one would, not even himself. He didn’t get why it was you, why it had to be this way. But he gave up on fighting against the feeling a long time ago.

He knew he wanted you, in any and every way he could have you. Not just as a fuck buddy, not just as a girlfriend; he wanted you wholly to belong to him.

So, he just continued approaching you, smirk turning less nonchalant and more predatory “That’s okay. You don’t got’ta understand, baby.”

“You’re taking this joke way too far!” You finally snapped, your anxiety hitting the roof.

That was when Fujio stopped in his tracks, his body only a step away from you. That predatory grin widened into something else, something crazed and unhinged. “Huh?”

Then, his fist slammed onto the door right next to your head, making you flinch “Is that what this is to you? A joke?”

You immediately shook your head, your entire body trembling with nerves “N-No! I-I—I thought that you were j-joking! W-Weren’t you?”

Oh. His broad grin fell into a frown. “Jokin’ ‘bout what?”

“A-About asking me out.” Your gaze suddenly fell to the floor, your face flushed like you were too embarrassed to look Fujio in the eye “P-People do that a lot. Ask me out a-as a joke.”

“I-I mean, makes sense, right? I-I’m me and y-you’re like so out of my league that it’s funny.” You added, tucking your hair behind your ear as you continued to fidget in place.

The fiery anger he had about being treated as a joke was replaced with an even hotter anger for the people that had treated you as a joke.

“Fuck’s sake. Who the fuck cares about their opinion?” Fujio spat the words out like they were bitter, the anger in him still boiling. “My opinion is the only thing that should matter to that pretty little head of yours.”

“And my opinion is that you’re mine. And nobody, not even you, can insult what belongs to me.”

You grew even more flustered by his words. Still, you nodded, happy to figure out that he was so serious about you and that your feelings for him were returned so fiercely.

Fujio chuckled a bit, pressing his body a bit more against yours “Damn, baby, what the fuck? Why are you agreeing to that?”

“Not that I’m complaining.” Fujio quickly added, that grin returning to his lips “I wouldn’t give you a choice anyhow.”

ryouta watanabe ★ profile

On any normal day, Ryouta’s face was always somewhat emotionless. He’d furrow his brow a little, maybe a corner of his lip would twitch up or down, but, really, they were such small changes that they were almost negligible.

Today, that impassiveness felt more frigid than flat.

“I see.” He nodded easily, voice mostly monotone with a hint of something you couldn’t quite put your finger on “Understandable.”

You just frowned at him, both anxious about his reaction and heartbroken that he’d replied so casually “I-I’m really sorry—”

“No, I should be the one to apologise.”

Before you could really ask him to clarify, Ryouta was suddenly pressing something against your face that smelled slightly sweet but artificially so. You jerkily tried to move your head away but, before you could do much else, you were overcome with sleep.

When you woke up, you tried to recall exactly what had happened. You came over to Ryouta’s apartment to hang out, he confessed his feelings to you and then—

You bolted upright, concerned expression on your face as you looked around. You were in Ryouta’s room, laying on his bed. You tried to get up from his bed but, immediately, you were pulled back by your wrist.

You looked down. A thick fur-lined cuff was wrapped around your wrist and attached to the headboard of the bed.

You quickly looked up at the only light source in the room just as Ryouta turned his gamer chair to face you. His computer set up was right in front of his bed but you knew for a fact that it hadn’t been there before.

Instead of the emotionless expression you expected, there was a bit of guiltiness on Ryouta’s face “You’re awake… I’m sorry it had to come to this but you have to understand.”

You only continued to stare at him, confused and bewildered, so he continued “My love for you— It’s much stronger than normal love. I-I know you rejected me yesterday but, I’m sorry to say, I can’t take no for an answer.”

Suddenly, your eyes watered. Ryouta expected this. It would’ve been hard for anyone to accept being cuffed to a bed and kidnapped by someone they’d considered a friend.

“S-So your confession wasn’t a joke?”

Ryouta’s previous calm immediately turned to one of alarm. He had expected the tears, yes, but he hadn’t at all expected your question.

“Of course not.” He immediately answered, noticeable frown clear on his face “Please don’t treat my feelings like a joke.”

Your crying worsened and Ryouta quickly hurried over to you. He stood by the bed, unsure whether or not he had the right to comfort you or if you’d feel uncomfortable being touched by your kidnapper.

“I-I—Before! Before! When people asked me out! Th-They—It was always a joke so I thought—” You practically hiccupped out, your cuff too short to let your one hand wipe away your tears so you used your free hand desperately.

Ryouta scowled and it was something so dark and angry, something so obviously fury personified, that it made you pause. It was definitely the most expressive that he’d ever been in your presence.

He seemed to quickly realise that because he half-turned his body away from you, his hand coming up to cover his face “Sorry, I—”

He sounded like he didn’t exactly know what to say, like he was floundering for a way to respond to the absolutely heartbreaking fact that you’d just given him. Another first, for sure.

Then, he fully turned to you and knelt in front of you, his hands settling on the tops of your thighs, his touch firm but gentle “I love you, darling. I love you to the point of burning.”

“Please take me seriously when I say that there’s nobody I’ve ever loved close to as much as I love you. And, if you don’t think highly of yourself, think highly of me. I chose you to love.” Ryouta then reached up with one hand and wiped away your tears.

His touch was soft, almost fleeting, and it made you want to lean into him and collapse into his arms. Still, you responded with a pathetic little sniffle and an eager nod.

Ryouta made a mental note to talk to you about your unconditional acceptance of him. Though he was glad, there was no way your odd reaction to being kidnapped was normal.

ryuunosuke yamamoto ★ profile

The bright broad grin on Ryuu’s face didn’t falter at all when you rejected his confession. In fact, it seemed to only widen “Huh?”

You curled into yourself a little, self-conscious in the face Ryuu’s odd reaction “I-I’m sorry—”

Ryuu didn’t understand. The thought seemed to bounce around in his head, unable to really truly settle down where he could process it.

The entire time he’d known you, the entire time he’d loved you, he had thought that you returned his feelings. If not, why did you lean into him so much? Why did you laugh at all his jokes? Why did you treat him so kindly, so warmly and sweetly.

This wasn’t you! You were in love with him too and he knew it! It was why he confessed. He knew you’d return his feelings and then you could be his, just like how he was yours.

“I think—I think you should think about it some more!” Ryuu spoke with a hint of desperation, that grin still broad but definitely turning a tinge forced.

“Actually, I-I think I should go—” You made a small halting wave before turning to leave.

Ryuu’s heart suddenly started galloping a hundred miles an hour, panic settling into his chest. He couldn’t let you leave! He needed to clear up this misunderstanding! He needed to understand why you were lying to him.

Before you knew it, Ryuu's arm was suddenly wrapped around the front of your neck, pressing you close to him. At first, you were just confused. And then, when you started getting lightheaded rather quickly, you started panicking.

“It’s okay! This is all just a miscommunication!” He muttered into your ear, his breath warm against your cheek “We’ll sort this out, you’ll see! The secret to any good relationship is proper communication—”

You couldn’t even respond to him before you promptly fainted.

When you woke up, you recognized the room you were in. It was Ryuu’s living room. You were sitting up on his couch. He had choked you out and you had passed out. You tried to reach up to touch your neck but you couldn’t actually move your arms.

You were tied up. Just your hands. Your feet were free but one of your ankles was cuffed. You couldn’t see exactly where the chain led but you knew it wasn’t very long.

“R-Ryuu?”

You heard thumping and he emerged from the kitchen, spatula in hand and frilly pink apron on over his clothes from earlier. “You’re awake!”

He disappeared into the kitchen again and you heard a bit of scuffling before he came back out, apron gone and spatula put down somewhere.

There was a bright smile on his face as he approached you and sat in front of you on the couch “How are you feeling?”

“U-Uhm, good?” You answered hesitantly before looking around “What exactly is g-going on?”

“You—There was a bit of miscommunication between us so I brought you back to my place for dinner while we talk it out.” Ryuu answered happily “I just don’t understand why you’d reject my confession when I know you love me too.”

You flushed at his blunt words but you couldn’t find it in you to lie and deny them “O-Oh, because—I really want to be with you Ryuu.”

Ryuu’s grin only broadened and you could make out a soft pink flush under the plethora of band aids on his cheeks.

“But—” You continued and his grin faltered “I-I don’t want to accept your joke confession.”

His grin fell into a bewildered expression, his eyebrows furrowing as if you’d said the weirdest thing he’d ever heard “What do you mean joke confession?”

You opened your mouth to answer but he gripped your upper arms and suddenly got way too close to you “My confession isn’t a joke. Don’t say something like that.”

Your eyes watered “B-But I don’t understand. Why would you ask me out?”

“Because I love you.” He shrugged like it was the simplest thing in the world.

You fell forward, your face burrowed into the crook of his neck “N-No—I—I don’t deserve to be loved. Someone like y-you asking me out—When you’re so out of my league—It’s laughable!”

You couldn’t see it but Ryuu scowled, the expression looking so out of place on his face. Still, despite the anger he felt at your very incorrect words, he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

“That’s not true at all, baby. I love you with all my heart and I won’t ever let you go. I promise.”

Somehow, you found yourself believing every word.

#yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #oc x reader #yandere #male yandere #male oc #drabbles #liam #ryouta #fujio #ryuu #female reader

[stickyspeckledlight]

informally answering/replying to @harmonysanreads questions in le reblog. ask and ye shall receive answers

'Tis a good question. First, I insert a load of unicorn farts---

My kneejerk answer is:

But that's also a fucking LIE RAHHHHHHHHH 🔫

but i suppose 'delightfully flavored chaos' is the best way to put it, as you can tell from the above. when it comes to writing stuff, I generally only really use a loose outline, with maybe a box or two that absolutely has to be checked. it's mostly because I sort of like letting my fingers...just kinda go where they want. Letting the story 'write itself', ifykyk. There's no real eloquent way for me to put this, but I think the easiest way to put my thought process while writing waxing moon is:

"ok how do i do the silly haha before traumatizing the shit outta my readers. and the reader. and aventurine."

wait...that's not quite right either (and also my thoughts obviously got a shitload darker than that). Actually, now that I think about it, I should've started with this. if there's a single quote I had to point to that singlehandedly influenced my writing, it's this:

"The longer and more carefully we look at a funny story, the sadder it becomes." - Nikolai Gogol

so...while i of course don't strictly adhere to this (since writing must fit its rhetorical situation), it's something I really love to do and try to do often. even if it's just a single sentence, a single word...to interject something of amusement is to give levity and a smile. but in the right circumstances, amusement becomes twisted, and even used against you. you read of a man's suffering, to which there is a single quip that has you smiling; and then, do you stop? do you stop to think: 'do I smile at this man's misery?' in other words, amusement, or 'funny things' in a story has a wide variety of uses. my favorite way to use it is to place it in a situation where it feels like it just shouldn't be there but is; and at the moment it feels like a relief, but of course, the narrative still continues. and that single moment of normalcy, of levity, it then highlights the absurdity, horror, etc. of the rest of the narrative.

but i also enjoy writing scenes where there's a strong sense of hopelessness and fatality looming over.

with my yan fics, I sort of wanna make my reader feel like both the spectator but also be in the story; I don't think this is a particular novel thing amongst us yan authors, but it's something I try to keep in mind and adhere to. I want them to feel unsettled, happy, amused, etc. But most importantly, with these stories, I want to leave them with a sort of confusion. to read a story so, so twisted, yet with a brutal softness to it...i just love it when fiction gives me complicated feelings about something, and it's something I hope to at least partially emulate lmao

idk. ig that wasn't really talking about my thought process in exact, but that's the closet thing I can come up with. metacognition hard.

(side note: i don't actually read gogol, but I am interested in at least reading the 'overcoat'. it seems to include the themes of mundanity that I just love *mwah* but I'm also too lazy to go ahead and download a pdf or something. Plus. i found a book called legends and lattes where an ogre starts a coffee shop in a fantasy realm. it looks great and I'm getting my hands on it as soon as I can)

physics isn't actually terrible, i just don't understand it. i have no clue how I got an A in physics. but I've also been really good at bullshitting reports while also not actually bullshitting them. and I can't really make fun of people who listen to physics stuff recreationally. i just finished a video about why 37 keeps appearing everywhere, from my refrigerator to my gacha games. and I'm currently chipping away at quinton review's nickelodeon retrospect. and then amateur politic theory and media analysis.

so in a way im making fun of both you and me, and you know what they say: two negatives make a positive.

before i go into symbolism: I would like to say a personal belief of mine:

although the answers i give may be the 'official symbolisms' and 'meanings', still feel free to read this fic with whatever lens of interpretation you want! if anything, it can be said that the 'official' meanings are also just another interpretation of the text. beauty is the in the eye of the beholder. anyway, moving onwards:

mmm, sorta? i originally intended to use the tower throughout, but those scenes got cut for pacing reasons, but I decided to keep the tower metaphor just as a sort of way to characterize reader.

specifically, the tower symbolizes 'stability.' reader wants to live a normal life, a modest but stable one. I've mostly based in on the 'Tower' arcana (but let's make it clear: my understanding of the arcana is a superficial understanding of a superficial understanding lmao)

ripping from the persona wiki because of my laziness:

but yeah, keep in mind that the reader isn't a one-and-one interpretation of the tower arcana. but I think you can definitely see the correlations lmao.

however the 'stability' of that tower is definitely dependent on their mental state which....well...

eh, i'm sure it'll work out....ehehehe......

this is probably something i should've clarified a bit more, but I decided against it at the time since I wrote this assuming the reader read destroyed onset; basically, I've carried over the 'ink' metaphor from it. it's actually pretty simple: ink is just 'fear,' but an especially potent one. thick and slimy, oozing its way down your back and just being nasty in general......a fear that may come to drown and burn you.

again, i probably should've been more clear, esp in this fic, but I when I was writing onset, I made it a bit more vague since I thought it was just. way too obvious and didn't want to feel like I was directly telling my readers and spoonfeeding them symbolize like they're toddlers. i was basically worried that I might've not been trusting y'all enough 😭 I wouldn't say that this series is like some. super duper cryptic puzzle you'll have to study for years to understand, but ofc I don't want to make it too easy, otherwise it's not as fun to pick and prod at the details and think about a fic if it's just too "obvious," at least to me.

Yeah, and i can see why. im not gonna go on a psychoanalysis tangent or anything, but since so many of us fantasize about a yandere for the idea of being wanted or....or just not having to work or pay for rent....it's definitely really easy to indulge in it in a romantic aspect.

i personally sort of love these sort of outcomes though, because the psyche of it all is so interesting! and deliciously messed up. similarly to the great @/jessamine-rose, I too love myself a twisted happy ending (as one can tell from how much I think about that gogol quote lmao)

predicted his twilight looking ass, and also fulfilling my life long dream of telling a stranger some weird twilight book

"da skinn of a keeler" (im sorry)

also i have not read twilight. but my friend also has a gun, so it's only a matter of time before I'm held to gunpoint by her

😏

i have abided by these wise words. i thought I included them, but I didn't. and also the second banner. anyways, moving forward, I defo won't be forgetting to do this. and I've also gone back to onset and added the word count there so as not to spook anyone too badly.

ty! 🥺🥺🥺🥺

(fr tho all of these asks, comments....unparalleled rizz I say)

#speckled answers #unlawfully #yeah the police are at my house sorry guys #looks like i'll just have to type with my hands shackled in chains #destroyed onset #waning moon

[thegoodthebadandtheart]

tagged by @nigeltde-fic to art-ify these questions for writers and i would never deny her:

How many works do you have?

if i estimated correctly, i have over 350 posts with at least one drawing each on this tumblr account. which gave me a heart attack tbh, that's so many haha. there's some more my art floating around the internet elsewhere like on the terrebus account.

What fandoms do you draw for?

the main one currently is supernatural, before that it was the terror and before that it was football (the soccer kind) rpf. but i still do all of 'em! there are some others i play with like sherlock holmes, fdtd or mtw.

What are your top 5 drawings by notes?

using a random internet tool to rank posts:

dean/cas phallic angel blade (2492 notes)

sam/dean rebar kiss (1569 notes)

possum!dean (1510 notes)

blanky & tuunbaq dinner date (1492 notes)

dean with tattoos (1475 notes)

conclusion: big destiel still rules tumblr

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i usually do when it feels like something directed at me, like asks/dms or replies on twitter and tumblr. not so much when it's tags on tumblr or qrts on twitter - those feel more like the other person is talking into the void and not to me directly lol

What is a piece of art you drew with the angstiest ending?

hard to define 'ending' in the context of art - it supposes a sort of narrative structure not every of my drawings has. maybe this one. because, in the words of the rolling stones, you can't always get what you want.

What's the piece of art you drew with the happiest ending?

i guess this defines happy ending but i also had to think of this one, just because i can hallucinate the story that it took for them to get to that cocktail sippin' ending.

Do you get hate on art?

yes, sometimes lol i've had people fighting wars in my twitter replies when i posted cas/jack art. wah wah wah he's his dad. wah wah wah they're brothers. wah wah wah kill yourself. ridiculous and irrelevant. i do still think fondly of some replies i get though, like the one that was in russian and said 'such a talent and only for the sake of lust... sad.'

Do you draw smut?

yeah, but it's one of the things i want to get better at.

Do you draw crossovers? What's the craziest one you've draw?

not really. i want to draw an spn/fdtd crossover but that's not super crazy

Have you ever had art stolen?

reposted without credit, if that counts.

Have you ever collaborated on art before?

yes, having one person do the lineart and one do the colouring. it's a fun exercise to make you consciously realise your own art processes

What's your all-time favorite ship?

wincest is up there, of course. holmes/watson is simply a staple. humboldt/bonpland because mtw shaped me in my adolescence. i don't like to define THEEE favourite though because there's different ships for different flavours and that's great.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

does it count as a wip if i haven't even started creating it lmao! if yes - a longer story s4 sam/dean dean/cas piece set to dessa's 551. if that sounds insane, it's because it is.

What are your drawing strengths?

i think depicting connection between two characters and portraying a sense of want/love/doubt even through a distance between them.

What are your drawing weaknesses?

stiff poses and inability to draw without reference. also backgrounds and feet :(

First fandom you drew for?

football rpf. the reason i started drawing regularly at all haha

Favorite art you've drawn?

probably this one. it just... worked out, from idea to product, and it feels smooth and it makes me happy :)

thank u for tagging me, nige!!

#txt #meme

[welcometololaland]

Binged Read "living at the centre of would...." tonight, and i am in tears, I just love love your writing so damn much Lola 🫶🏼 You grip on Characters and their Characterization is so strong. I have read every single of your Lone star fics till date. You are my Favorite author!! I have specially made a tumblr account to reach out to the beautiful writers of this fandom and appreciate them and let you'll know that you all matter so very much to us!!!

Can't wait to read what more beautiful things you put for us, i m specifically so intrested in ALTA ( just genuine excitement and want to share the Excitement , no pressure, please take your time,m very patient lmao)

Never Understood Grief so wonderfully and truthfully before!

Thank You <3

(ALTA SNIPPET BELOW CUT)

Thank you so much! The honeymoon fic was difficult for me to write (because I don't often write angst), but it was also incredibly cathartic. I think it helped me process a lot of my own feelings about season 4 episodes 17 and 18, and also made me think deeper about Carlos in particular and his state of mind in these episodes.

I feel honoured to know you have read so many of my stories! I hope they brought you joy <3 I think it's awesome you made a tumblr account to tell people that you like their work!

ALTA is finished, but it is in beta-phase. I'm not sure when it will be ready but I'm hoping to post ch 1 soon(ish). This fic has been so fiddly and difficult, I don't think I've EVER spent so much time nitpicking. I've re-written and re-worked the chapters so many times it's insane. Never write a mystery, guys. It's HARD lol. Here, have a snippet (it's unbeta-d, don't judge me).

Summer Break, June 2015

“Carlos,” TK sighs, sliding himself into the passenger seat of Carlos’ car, jiggling the ancient manual windows to wind them down, allowing fresh air in. Carlos knows he’s going to have to get a better car one day – he can’t keep driving around in something that has no AC in the middle of Texas – but he’s also a broke student and his father isn’t a movie star. Not that he’ll be reminding TK of that, lest he turn up to TK’s house one day and find himself presented with a brand new Range Rover.

Although, given recent events, he’s never going to be able to set foot in TK’s house again.

“Carlos,” TK repeats with a little huff, leaning back against the seat as Carlos backs out of Owen’s driveway. “Why are you so mad? It’s not like this is the first time this has happened—”

“TK,” Carlos exclaims, one hand tapping the steering wheel in exasperation. “Your dad walked in and we were—”

“My dad has walked in on us loads of times,” TK argues. “He has no sense of privacy, you know that.”

“Yes, but—”

“One time he caught me practically giving you a blowjob, remember?” TK interjects. “I think it was the first time you met him, actually—”

“TK!” Carlos practically cries. “How are you not more concerned about the fact that your dad walked in while you were riding me?”

TK shrugs. “I don’t know,” he replies, infuriatingly calm. “We’re adults and adults have sex, right? I don’t think anyone in the Strand household is under any illusions as to why the pool house was out of bounds for six months straight.”

Carlos has a sudden urge to take a random left hand turn and drive them into another state. He’s not sure he can bear to be in the same timezone as Owen Strand, knowing that he’s seen them in such a compromising position. On second thoughts, Carlos wishes he could drive to Antarctica.

“Seriously, baby,” TK says, holding his palm up on the centre console, begging for Carlos’ touch. “It’s going to be okay. I bet my dad won’t even say anything. I mean, he might make an awkward joke about it but trust me, he doesn’t care.”

Carlos blows out a breath. “I don’t know,” he replies with uncertainty. “I’m beginning to think we should move out.”

Out of his peripherals, he can see TK practically bounce in the passenger seat. “Some place other than your college dorm?” he asks. “Carlos, that would be—”

“I’m not serious,” Carlos interjects, then feels terrible about it when he looks across at TK’s face and sees it fall. “Wait, hang on, I didn’t mean—”

TK retracts his hand and brings it to his face, covering his mouth as he turns to look out of the passenger-side window. 

“TK,” Carlos calls, sighing as he pulls over to the kerb and throws the car into park. “TK, look at me.”

TK turns back slowly, a sad frown etched into his features. “I get it,” he says, a little despondently. “I mean, I’d be terrible to live with. I know you think I’m spoiled and I don’t know how to do anything, and I do hate chores but I’d do them if it meant I got to live with you.”

“I don’t think any of those things,” Carlos says softly, reaching across the space between them to rest his palm on TK’s leg. “Sweetheart, I’d love nothing more than to live with you—”

“I do hate chores,” TK admits. “Come on, that part is true.”

“Okay,” Carlos concedes, allowing his lips to curl into a smile as he watches TK’s do the same. “If we’re being honest, you suck at chores. But I’m sure you could get good at them, with practice.”

“Maybe,” TK says, wrinkling his nose. “I hear you’re a pretty good teacher.”

“I am,” Carlos replies seriously, leaning halfway across the console to kiss the tip of TK’s nose and then his lips. “I want to live with you, TK,” he says. “I just can’t afford that right now. Plus, we’re young. Maybe it’s a good idea to wait until we finish college at least.”

“And give my dad more opportunities to walk in on us?” TK asks, arching an eyebrow. “Your funeral, Reyes.”

Carlos shrugs, trying to school his expression. “Oh no, that’s not happening,” he says smoothly. “We just can’t have sex at your place anymore.”

“What are you suggesting?” TK scoffs. “That we have sex in your dorm room? Because Darren is gonna have to get real cool with some stuff pretty quickly…”

Carlos shakes his head. “I was thinking more like abstinence.”

TK chokes. “Abst— No, Carlos. Abstinence does not work when your boyfriend looks like this.” He flourishes his hands in Carlos’ direction, motioning to the entire top half of his body.

“Was thinking we could wait until marriage,” Carlos teases, turning the ignition back on as TK squawks. 

“Okay,” he says, “I guess we’re getting married tomorrow.”

“Not legal yet,” Carlos points out. “Guess we’ll have to wait a while.”

#ALTA #tarlos #tarlos fic #snippet #911 lone star #911 lone star fic #tk strand #carlos reyes #anon ask #answered

[hekateinhell]

thank you @apoptoses for tagging me! 😾💖 (and also anon who sent me this days ago and I just saw it buried in my inbox this morning, I appreciate you thinking of me 🖤)

my picks are all ones I wrote purely for myself without consideration of length or depth because a) I believe in 'writing what you want to see' and I wanted to see it and b) I hadn't written these themes before and I'm always trying to push myself out of my comfort zone as a writer - it's fun!

Beneath Your Shallows - Lestat/Armand [Explicit | 5k]: Young TVL-era Lestat meets a Creature in the sea who then proceeds to drain him dry (for once this isn't about blood). My gothic fairytale fic, if I'm being pretentious. This one took up space in my brain for almost a year and I put a lot of time and energy into figuring out how I wanted to do it and then actually doing it, and I can't lie - I'm pretty pleased with the end result!

See Inside My Bones - Armand/Lestat/Louis [Mature | 1.1k]: Louis and Armand use means other than their fangs to make Lestat bleed and cry as a way of expressing their devotion. This one is rather short and something I whipped up on the spot for #VCKinkWeek lmao but it was so fun to experiment with the graphic stuff outside of smut and I definitely want to expand on it and the whole idea of testing a vampire's physical endurance in kinky ways.

Your Favorite Innocence - Armand/Daniel [Explicit | 2k]: genderswapped DM era PWP! it was my response to an excellent little prompt over at @priapus-at-the-gate and I've always enjoying playing around with gender in VC, so really, I was long overdue for this one and I loved doing it.

I Feel You - Armand/Lestat/Louis/Daniel [Explicit | 2.8k]: speaking of gender and PWP... this one is trans!Armand with a few different kinks thrown in, also for @priapus-at-the-gate. His characterization is based on Amadeo rather than Armand, which was new for me! I'm always very intentional with the kinks I include even it's just PWP because it's like- what am I as the writer trying to say about the characters and relationships here by incorporating XYZ? and blah blah, and this is the fic where I really became conscious of that instead of just having it as an abstract idea in the back of my head.

Our House - Armand/Daniel [Explicit | 22k/incomplete] - I think this is my most popular fic? and I guess my most personal one in the sense I did project the most of myself and my experiences into it compared to anything else I have written so far. The overarching theme of just mourning the family you think you should have had/want to have but can't for whatever reasons, and processing grief and loss through unhealthy (and eventually healthier) means.

tagging @covenofthearticulate @monstersinthecosmos @somevagrantchild @dreamofme9 @darkangel1791 @calipsan reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers, let's spread the self-love! 💗

#tagging six people because i can't count and forgot until i posted it #ask meme! #armand/lestat #armand/daniel #armand/lestat/louis #armand/lestat/daniel/louis #vc

[acourtofthought]

same anon that sent the ask about Needless Suffering ask but your reply just made me realize I'm SOOOO excited for azriel to suffer for gwyn lmao. his chapter made him so icky in my eyes I can't wait for him to grovel and be humbled kfgjn. but you hit the nail on the head of everything I was thinking, especially about lucien!! I think I'm probably too in MY head about gwyn here because I know it truly wouldn't make sense for her to be hurt; it just hurts me to think about I suppose because of all of her trauma being similar to my own. the thought of not being pure or good enough (which is something I've seen e/riel's play up a lot, they've built this entire love triangle that makes gwyn's pain inescapable) for someone because of something that happened to you is just devastating.

I know SJM could absolutely change her mind but NOTHING she's but in any of her recent books have pointed to her doing so. I really appreciate your response, it makes me so excited for the next book. I know a lot of people want it to be azriel's and I wouldn't be mad if it was, but it just makes more sense of it's lucien and elain's book because their story has been building for the longest.

I just want to start by sending you many hugs ❤️ I hope you've got a wonderful support system that's there for whenever you're feeling caught up in the past and I'm hoping any bad days are strongly outnumbered by the good ❤️

And thank you for the follow up message, it's always nice to share in a little back and forth.

I truly don't think you need to worry about a negative outcome for Gwyn. I realize SJM doesn't always dedicate the appropriate time to a SA survivors healing (as in the case with Rhys and Lucien though maybe we'll get a little more of Lucien's processing of his own SA), though that is sometimes the norm in fantasy series but she's not done a survivor wrong yet. Rhys ended up happy and loved and cherished and considering this was a huge focus of Gwyn's backstory (whereas characters like Rhys and Lucien tend to have their SA overshadowed by the other things happening to them), I am even more confident that Gwyn is not going to be used as a plot device to boost another ship. She is not going to be a villain. She is not going to be written as the one keeping Az from his "one true love".

I do agree that Elucien's book would make more sense because Lucien has suffered a huge amount when it comes to the mating bond, it feels like it's time and Elain does deserve to finally have a voice in this series (rather than everyone assuming what it is she's thinking).

As far as Az, I do think he needs to suffer a bit. Him being mad because he didn't get a bond or the girl he wanted (Mor) isn't really Az reaching a low point in my opinion. Not when you think about the stuff the others have gone through since the start of the series (the sisters being kidnapped and changed into a new species, the death of their father, various traumas, domestic violence for Feyre and Lucien, Lucien's brothers trying to kill him (AGAIN😂) losing their homes, etc).

If Az were to get a fulfilled bond in the next book, it will almost be like SJM rewarding his bad behavior.

In SF he still isn't over Mor completely and lusted after Elain. He's also insanely jealous of Lucien, letting that jealously cloud his judgement to the point that he's bitter when having to ask Lucien for help with IC business, claiming he's not good enough for Elain, and not blinking over the thought of causing him physical harm.

I think for Az to truly be humbled, he needs to see Elain and Lucien happy together and to make peace with that (not even because of Elain, at this point it's really about his bitterness towards Lucien) and then he'll be deserving of Gwyn. Something about Az being so cold towards Lucien in ACOFAS / SF then Az getting rewarded with his mate in the very next book (while Lucien still suffers) and him being nice to Lucien because he finally got his own bond doesn't sit right with me. It's like a 13 year old child throwing a temper tantrum because they didn't get presents at a siblings birthday party and only behaving once you promise to buy them a present too even though it's not their birthday. The lesson only means something once the child learns to sit through the siblings birthday party with a positive attitude without getting gifts themselves, that just because someone else is getting something doesn't mean they automatically do too. And at that point and with that lesson learned, where he can feel happiness for what someone like Lucien has despite not getting it himself, he is then worthy of his own bond with Gwyn. She deserves better than to be Az's "tantrum reward".

But even if SJM sees it differently and Elucien isn't next, I have no doubt that Gwyn will not be made to suffer. I'm sure we'll see her stand up to Az and call him out at times but she'll only continue growing and healing in her book, she's not going to be made to suffer to because of the things someone else has going on.

#elucien #pro gwyneth berdara

[dimplesandfierceeyes]

Heya Kayla, hope you're well!!

Just thought I'd pop by because I'm rereading the cuddle fic because I'm obsessed with it and I'm appreciating the writing so much more than the first time. You know the first time you watch a show you can't fully appreciate the intricacies of it, but then you rewatch it and you just pick up the brilliant details? Yeah that's what I'm doing.

Mostly I'm appreciating the hilarious writing. Anf the writing that makes me squeal like a schoolgirl of course. Some examples:

"Pran’s eyebrows jumped up, his eyes widening as if Pat had made some grand claim of royal ancestry rather than just pointing out the obvious."

"By ten o’clock, he was convinced Pat had forgotten and was in the process of planning his gruesome murder. Pat would never know how close he’d come to a vicious dismemberment when he finally knocked on Pran’s door at 10:17..."

"He looked like a happy dog, his tongue lifted between his teeth as he grinned and his shoulders shaking with silent laughter in a distracting simulacrum of canine panting."

Pat looked shocked for a second and then his eyes narrowed. "Are you hitting on me?""You wish." Yes.

Of course absolutely nothing in Chapter 2 was humorous. That chapter destroyed my soul. I am actually still grieving from the emotional damage it gave me. Is it so well written such that no other piece of writing has ever made me that emotional? Yes, like a million times yes. But it needs a trigger warning or something bc damn, Imma need therapy.

Anyways.

I'll probably spam your inbox again later with more snippets from your own fic that that shattered my heart into a million shards and other snippets that kintsugi'd it back together.

I hope you know you're an incredible writer. Like, incredible. In case I hadn't gotten my point across already.

Hellooooo!! Yes I am well and now even better for this ask ☺️

Sorry for being late responding, I really hope you see this because this ask made me so happy. I think I've read about five times at this point haha. I've also tried to reply three times but every time I get interrupted!

I've been frustrated with my schedule and headspace hasn't been at all conducive to writing recently, so knowing people are still enjoying my work not only delights my soul and boosts my dopamine, it also makes me determined to get back to it as soon as I can!

I love hearing that my stories have brought people back for a second read, it's such a huge compliment to me to know that not only was it that enjoyable but also that it felt worth coming back to see more of the details.

I'm glad my attempts to be funny do actually work sometimes lmao! Humour in writing is always a gamble but with these two especially, you can't not give them a little levity. I think it adds to that sense of joy you feel when the two of them are around each other. Isn't that what makes them so compelling? The way you can tell they make each other happy? I love it.

Ah.... sorry about chapter 2.....

Please feel free to spam my inbox anytime! I loved seeing what bits stood out for you and the ways my writing worked! I'm very happy that you're enjoying it, even if I haven't managed to complete it yet!

#lovely asks #bad buddy #bad buddy fanfic

[we-pay-for-everything]

Nancy Drew, season 2, episode 18:

Finished season 2! The ending with the Wraith was a bit lame imo, but at least there was more Nace content. And I did like the episode, though I can't figure out how Temperance become younger and shorter - if anything, it should've been the other way around.

Ace has a tendency of following Nancy with his eyes. When she was talking to Ryan he looked over at her, and when Gil arrived at The Claw he was immediately on alert, though no one else was worried about Nancy (they didn't know Gil well enough, maybe). Ace actually followed Nancy and heard her dump Gil. He was there to cheer her up and remind her she was still herself. He also stayed by her side while she went through the ritual, and held her hand or helped her up. He told her she was always strong enough to overcome her past. He was also the last one to show up in her dream and the one tied to her earliest memory. He held the most defenseless version of Nancy and she asked him to (and he replied he thought she'd never ask. Does Nancy want to hear that from Ace?). He also told her to replace her grief or whatever with love.

It makes sense that Nick was the one with grieving Nancy at her mom's funeral (that's why their relationship started) and that George was the one who physically protected her, because she's reliable and helped protect the group many times. Bess's appearance is maybe related to her own connection to the supernatural? She appeared in Nancy's first case and she's someone who gives Nancy advice and knows a lot about her life. And Ace was about emotional support. I think he was the only one who didn't exactly give her advice? There was no obstacle in her path for him to walk her through. He listened and helped Nancy process everything. He was the final piece of the puzzle. And in that memory of Nancy everything was beautiful - the lighting, the scenery. There was hope there.

I don't know. I want to analyse their relationship and Nancy's dream but I'm not great at reading between the lines lmao.

Also, Ace told Amanda that Nancy and Gil hadn't even been that serious lmao. But he's serious about Amanda? He wants to be.

Odette and Bess's kiss is my second favorite in the series! (Don't have to tell you what my favorite one is...). It was cute when she kissed the actress who plays George and it was also cute when she kissed the real Odette, especially because they were wearing such different outfits! It's so sweet that Bess just loves Odette, no matter what she looks like. She's not attracted to George at all - that's not who she sees when she's with Odette. All three actresses did a great job and the kisses were heartfelt and looked good, and both pair of actresses had great chemistry!

#nancy drew cw #cw nancy drew #nancy drew #ace [redacted] #nace #ace x nancy #nancy x ace #george fan #bess marvin #ned nickerson

[murkyhazed]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

what made you pick up the muse you have? you mean muses lmao. honestly i pick ones that i personally enjoy or resonate with in some way. for the most part i have to actually like them in order to write them, so any character i have on my muse list i like at the very least.

is there anything you don’t like to write? not particularly? i find it difficult sometimes to do action based replies, but it doesn't mean i don't like to write it. just is a little more difficult.

is there anything you really enjoy writing? threads that are fluffy with a hint of angst are a fave.

how do you come up with your headcanons? i just do i guess? i don't really have a process, it usually comes up either while writing or when watching something i'm like "actually my muse would feel like this instead" kind of thing if that makes sense?

do you write in silence or do you play music? i have to write in silence, music is so distracting to me when writing.

do you plan your replies or wing them? i don't really plan all that much? usually just go with the flow, whatever comes naturally to the muse in question.

do you enjoy shipping? i absolutely fuckin love it, ship with me you cowards.

what’s your alias/name? stephanie! but i also go by steph or stephy. my nieces and nephews call me stephy, that all started when my first niece couldn't pronounce my name properly and called me "snephy" and then i wanted to replicate that when my second niece came along, but she was able to pronounce the "t" so stephy became a staple in my life.

age? 26, i can't believe how old i am.

birthday? october 7th!

favorite color? i really do love yellow, like bright neon yellow. highlighter yellow.

favorite song? lately i've really loved listening to confetti by charlotte cardin.

last movie you watched? alvin and the chipmunks lmao.

last show you watched? it was riverdale season 1. its so hard for me to want to continue even though i love the characters. its kind of like glee, where i could never get past the 2nd season.

last song you listened to? i can't actually remember, it was on the radio in the car. i think it was you spin me round by dead or alive?

favorite food? chicken. just anything chicken i am so game.

favorite season? i like spring, the spring where the bugs haven't come out yet and the weather is getting warmer.

do you have a tumblr best friend? obviously i have a few! naturally @unheald is, i forced her onto this hellsite years ago. also @strnza and @crownslip and just so many others i can't @ everyone sadly

tagged by : i stole it from @sheldoney

tagging : anyone who wants to talk about themselves

#* &. ooc.

[keithal]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you've written :)

oh hello! beloved enterprisery this is my fave game to do of all time, so thank u for this :D three things before we get into it: (1) out of respect for u, the first two will be iwtv fics, (2) most of these are my least popular works LMAO and (3) this got pretty long. sorry abt that.

hell and you: modern day devils minion w old man daniel and armand. sometimes i forget how much i like this fic and then i'll remember "i wrote a fic abt armand being daniel's sugar daddy, LOL." it's very funny to me personally. i especially love this bit i threw in:

He fills the apartment with the smell of his cologne and something underneath that it can’t quite mask. A smell like water left to stand too long or flowers left too long in a vase.

i like the idea of vampires smelling like death. i can forgive this tho bc i think in the later installments of the vc anne rice said vampires smell like mayo? which is ... well. at least much more attention-grabbing than what i did.

damn these vampires: an armandaniel fic that takes place immediately after the season finale. this fic was majorly inspired by a thought that woke me up from deep sleep. armand and daniel have history. armand (i'm guessing) blocked daniel's memories. but didn't wipe them. daniel can't access them, but they're still there. so how funny would it be if daniel was jealous of louis being w armand but has no fucking idea why.

He smokes one on his walk back to the penthouse, thinking of how he had stood there in the aftermath, staring at Rashid—Armand—hovering over them like fucking Mary Poppins, his hand interlocked with Louis’s, and—instead of doing what a Pulitzer-winning, seasoned journalist of his caliber should’ve been doing in the face of being this royally fucked over—absurdly, inexplicably, Daniel noted the position of Armand’s thumb: on top.

i make myself laugh.

keep on keeping on, dean winchester: deancas s13 au where jack is a baby. i can't actually think of a part of it that stands out without any context (which, in my opinion, is a good sign), but i can say that i enjoy this part quite a bit:

Friday morning, as they’re making their way through the sticks toward the interstate, Sam says, “Hey, guess what I bought,” and holds up a dusty Sing-A-Long CD. “Fuck no,” Dean says. “We are not listening to Metallica all the way to Sioux Falls with a baby in the back.” “He likes it! Right, Jack?” he calls over his shoulder. Jack makes an incandescent gurgling sound. “See? Kid knows any music made after 1979 sucks ass.” “Singing in early childhood is important, Dean. It helps kids with language development, memory, and emotional regulation, and it entrains their social visual behavior.” “Thanks, Spock. You’re the pride of the Federation.” “Dean.” “Dude, I’m just saying, we can entrain his social visual behavior with the classics. We don’t need that baby crap. It’s the 21st century. All we need is Zep, Cash, some AC/DC—”

i worked really hard to capture dean's voice--like, harder than i've ever worked to scrub my own voice from a piece of writing. the amount of references and sayings in this bitch? sheesh.

i'm also very happy with how the relationship btwn jack and dean developed. one person who commented made a very intelligent observation that even i hadn't realized: i made dean see himself in jack. and it makes sense, doesn't it? jack's mom died bc of the supernatural; he wasn't allowed to process this loss at all; and he was left in the care of a father who'd lost a spouse. a father whose grief made him mean and treated his son like an object (hence the "it" pronouns used in the beginning).

anyway! very happy w how it turned out :)

long live the kingslayer: an elriel mission fic. i've spoken abt it like. a million times by now. and i still love it <3 there's just so much real estate to work w when it comes to elain. she's so underdeveloped that anything u say abt her is almost always pure conjecture. it was so much fun to take a character i loved so dearly and write a story where she was never punished for being who she is.

i'm still very fond of this part in particular:

“Wait,” he said before she could leave. His voice was nearly as hesitant as his expression, flickering between uncertainty and a strange, boyish shyness that was captivating on him. He reached into his leathers—where, she couldn’t know—and pulled out a small container. “Here,” he said, placing it in her hands. She opened it. Inside was a smelly, yellow ointment. “A salve,” he explained, “for your hands.” An unnameable feeling seized her. She hadn’t thought he noticed, never dared mention it out of fear of what he’d think, and this whole time he’d been carrying this salve with him. A salve for her hands. It was a terrible idea. She knew it as soon as it came to her, but she grabbed Azriel by the ears anyway, drew him down to her height, and kissed his cheek. She felt his skin go warm, and she imagined how surprised he must look, how shy. When she pulled back, she saw that his face was indeed dark with color, avoiding her gaze. Simultaneously pleased at her reaction and embarrassed by it. He was magical, she thought, and she loved him dearly. Loved him so much that it broke her heart. “Thank you,” she said. “This will be invaluable.” Finally, a smile from him. Unable to resist it, she brushed the back of her hand over his cheek, fond, and said, “I’ll leave you to rest.”

a lot of acotar fans hate it when ppl write azriel to be soft and shy and not particularly dark at all. me, personally? i think that’s boring. azriel was born into an abusive and violent home and suffered unimaginable torture at a very young age. he developed powers meant to protect him from the horror of his daily life, and those powers made him a great spymaster/torturerer. but it's so obvious that azriel hates his position within the court. he's starved of intimacy and tenderness. he has an extremely reserved and kind nature. it's a much more meaningful to have a character like that find someone who recognizes his gentleness and desire for gentleness in him and offers it to him. those characteristics don't make him any less of a man.

god never wrote a good play in his life: a god/chuck character study written in second person. i genuinely don't know how the toxic sibling relationship btwn amara and chuck doesn't make more people absolutely fucking insane. this story is chuck-centered, obviously, but i don't think anyone realizes WHY i did that. i don't like chuck! i didn't like writing from his perspective! i did it bc all of supernatural is chuck-centered. even when it isn't quote-unquote "his" story, it's still his. the point of the whole thing is for the reader to do what chuck/the show doesn't: break out of what's being told to u! look at the other characters! namely, look at amara.

chuck tries to scrub her from the story completely. the fic is 3k long, yet chuck doesn't mention amara at ALL unless she's onscreen. and even when she is onscreen, we can't trust a fucking thing he says! as exemplified here:

Maybe that wasn’t how it happened. Maybe you and your Sister were perfectly capable of creation. It would be absurd if you weren’t. Surely it wasn’t possible that you couldn’t create anything together. If you were in harmony, that should have implied you, together, would excel at it. She was an eccentric mind, designing balls of gas and entire solar systems that resembled you, right where all your rings met. (The most terrifying thing She came up with was the collapse of a star, where it became a gaping black mouth that swallowed everything in sight. You and I, She explained, perfectly in balance.) You were far less excitable, putting all your focus into the one planet you’d claimed as your own, but as you watched Her in those moments, you privately invented jealousy. Maybe you were lying about the lying. Perhaps They did give you counsel in a lapse of generosity, and your essence catapulted as you realized you would have to choose. Or possibly that day went like every other. Maybe She never met Them, and you only met Them much later, once you had shoehorned Them into part of your story. So instead of revelations and sacrifices, your Sister told you about centripetal force as you floated, listening, your rings spinning in slow, lazy circles, and you told Her about how little you cared for all this science and math She liked so much. Where is the pathos? you asked, and She sighed much as an exasperated older Sister should, and you realized that you loved Her very much. Or maybe you didn’t.

WHY? why is that? it's because the longer she's in the story, the worse chuck looks.

amara loved chuck from beginning to fucking end. she was born loving him. she chose him, always, over and over again. and chuck knew this! he used it! he would dangle the possibility of him finally loving her back to get her to do what he wanted. and what does chuck do abt this? abt his story, the first to ever exist? he recreates it. michael & lucifer; cain & abel; dean and sam (all men, curiously). to ... what? prove that he isn't the only brother to have not loved his sibling back? that in his position, u would've done the same?

i could talk abt that fic all day. best thing i've ever written.

#thought abt cutting this down after seeing how everyone else was doing it but then decided this is my blog #mutuals #keith writes #keith gets a question

[imunbreakabledude]

one of my pet peeves is people who make osrs suggestions on the grounds of "REALISM" and then get mad when you reply with a realistic reason why their suggestion would not actually make sense

there are def other examples of this but the one i roll my eyes at every time is "the wave should fill your buckets at tempoross". no it shouldn't?? lmao it's a wave strong enough to knock you over and sweep away half the shit from your backpack if you aren't tethered down, that water has way too much momentum to stay in your buckets, you'd have maybe a quarter full afterwards at best if you're knocked over. (as for why it doesn't empty full buckets - i suppose the idea is if you're tethered, it doesn't knock about anything in your inventory, so they stay full, but that also explains why the empty ones wouldn't get filled, you're sheltering all your stuff as you tether). i guess this gets brought up because of the "realistic" helpfu-to-player consequence of the wave putting the fires out but like... that does make sense. and it filling your buckets doesn't. you could just make up other shit like "the wave should dump all the harpoonfish onto the beach and then we can just pick them up instead of fish"... nah. but people suggest this all the time and act like it's so obvious and clear that it MUST be that way because REALISM and then get mad when you point out that people do not typically fill buckets from tsunamis

not EXACTLY the same pet peeve but a similar one is when people over and over demand smithing be "reworked" because "it makes no sense that you make lv 40 armor at level 99 smithing". "oooh you can repair ancient weapons at like 90 but can't make a rune platebody until 99" and they act like this is obviously flawed logic ... i do get their point but it is not some obvious binary flaw. there are plenty of "lore" reasons why it could be harder... like, maybe it's harder to make a high-quality metal armor set from scratch than repair an incredibly well-made ancient weapon that you found mostly intact?

people love to go 'lv 40 armor set shouldn't be level 99 duhhhhh' but first off - level requirements to craft items are not matched to what level you equip them in ANY skill. is anyone mad that it takes 63 crafting to make a lv 40 ranged body? or 85 fletching to make a lv 50 bow...? I recognize those are slightly less drastic gaps, I do. but my point is, there's not a direct (or necessarily even close) correspondence between the level to equip gear and the level to craft it with processing skills. that's muhc more based in balancing 1) XP rates and 2) alch values of those items.

but shouldn't people be able to USE their smithing skill to actually MAKE equipment they might use at various levels?? in theory, that would be nice, but the game has been balanced around standard metal melee equipment (and even many dragon weapons) being buyable from shops ever since the start. even if you overhauled smithing so rune was smithable at 50/60, there would still be almost zero reason to ever smith your own equipment on an iron. yes it might feel "cool" to do it the first time and then you'd remember you've never cared about this before and just get it from hard clues or shops like always... and most MEANINGFUL melee upgrades are always going to be pvm drops/untradeable unlocks. because armor that's infinitely smithable will not hold value above alch value.

rearranging smithing levels would require SO many other things to be fixed - alch prices of everything mith and up would have to be nerfed down for their new availability, mining would likely have to be redone to change the ore levels, new content would have to be added to fill out higher levels of both skills, and in order to be 'worth it' to train smithing you'd have to lock untradeable upgrades behind high levels which require resources that are actually hard to get (a la bandos/armadyl armor fragments)... yes, I know Rs3 did this kind of rework very successfully. and that's awesome! but I don't think we need that intense redo of two entire skills in osrs when... it feels 'old school' that rune is 99. it's kind of charming in a way that rune platebodies are not nearly the bis body they once were, but they're still the mark of a master smith. i would NOT at all be opposed to them adding additional high level useful options to smithing to make it feel more rewarding, but I don't think the fact that "you smith lv 40 armor at lv 99" is this obvious logical flaw that some people act like it is. the armor is harder to MAKE than it is to WEAR. that makes a lot of fucking sense to me!

#osrs sp #daily kvetch about random video game opinions i disagree with #believe it or not typing all this out is satisfying #getting the thoughts out without arguing with real people #d

[hard-core-super-star]

damn, what were you doing waking up at 5am??? fiiine, since you are asking 🙄 nah, it's okay, it's not like your answer didn't exactly confirm that the jury likes me to much for that.

I'M LITERALLY BEGGING YOU!! STOP BEING RIGHT AND HAVING VALID ARGUMENTS KQHSKWKWKAK 😭😭😭😭😭 this way I'm up against the wall, it's difficult to defend myself. something tells me we'll be disagreeing about something again. more down than me impossible. I think this answers it.

actually, I think it would only shine bright because the literal star's reason for using it would like to see it 😶 I see you like getting a reaction out of people lmao. here ✉️ a letter for you, I hope you like it- I was about to ask why it would be funny ksjskskak that must suck. but anyway, thanks for the answer, the research was done successfully and will be used soon. yes, this has its points, life is too short to not enjoy it and cling to these chains, but it is long enough for regret to eat away at you, so falling in love regardless of all this is better than living with regret, I think. I hope that made sense.

sorry kahskwkwkk but what can I do if you make me laugh? DON'T- don't even bring the sad eyes emoji into this conversation!! I was going to suggest that my cat could definitely be friends with yours, but apparently your cats are bullies?? LMAO. I'm sorry but I'm always on the cat's side sooooo-

I think that's exactly why I started reading your fics kdhskakk you just do a good job writing these things and I like it. (well, at the time you sent it it probably was, but now it's night 😭 but I accept your good morning anyway :) “too bad I can't share it” I can feel that you're not feeling so bad about it lmao. but you're right and I'll be dying of curiosity about it)

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my cats woke me up ‘cause they were hungry 🙃 so then i checked my phone and saw your messages. what was i supposed to do, not reply? HEY, what did i say about those eyerolls? i don't know what you're talking about 😶

you're begging??? wow, i’m kind of proud of myself for getting that reaction out of you. i can't help it though, i can't just turn off my brain 😅 idk, i think you might like the way it feels…just a thought 🤷 i’m very glad to hear that, and yeah, i think we’ve started the process already.

akskskjsjd true, true but the literal star shines bright enough of her own already. tell me more about this reason? yeah, it helps with the overthinking thing. awww, thank you, i’ll put it next to my stars and cherish it deeply. akskdkjd yeah, it does suck lmao. i’m not even going to ask how tf you're going to use this research but okay. yeah, it makes sense and i agree, as painful as it is, pain is better than not living…or living with regret. not the chain metaphor reminding me of michelangelo again 😶

aksjdjdjsjsj once again, HOW is my pain funny??? i’m seriously considering the sad eyes emoji! i mean…can’t argue there, my cats are definitely bullies. it's the trauma okay, leave them alone. so you won't take my side? you already know what i’m going to threaten you with again.

akskdjjd wait, now i’m curious, what was the first fic you read from me? [akskdjdj it’s the thought that counts, right? hmmm, maybe a little bad…but only a little. i’m sure you might be able to figure it out without me outright saying it]

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