#hey i have a question. is this story. ongoing. .? i just read all of the stuff i could find online bc for some reason i thought its complete

[feeder86]

Feeder 86: The Top Ten

Can you believe that the Feeder86 ‘Orginal Gainer Stories’ blog will soon be posting the two hundredth story? I thought of many ways to celebrate. But then I stopped and realised that I would probably be best using the time to address one of the questions I get asked about most frequently. Which of the stories do I personally like the most?

This was not an easy list to make as I very rarely go back to re-read my own work after I have finished editing and posting them. This is not because I do not like them, but because I always see bits that I want to change. Nevertheless, this project was the perfect opportunity to revisit a few oldies that I remember being very proud of at the time. 

Hopefully you will see this list for what it is: a glimpse into how I write, my motivations and drive; rather than just a self indulgent pat on the back for myself. Yuck!

So, with that being said, let us begin...

#10 The Feeders’ Formula: This tale certainly had to be placed into the list. After all, it is the one that kicked off ‘Original Gainer Stories’ all those years ago. There are many amazing examples of instant body weight transformation stories out there. I felt that I needed to write this one as my contribution to the genre. It went down well at the time. I swiftly wrote a Part Two, then followed it up with others (The Feeders’ Formation, The Feeders’ Formalities, The Feeders’ Foreclosure, The Feeders’ Forecast, The Feeders’ Former Years), becoming something of an ongoing saga in recent years; focusing on the different Feeders from that very first meeting. As a writer who sometimes struggles to find the ending, these are wonderful to write as they all have the same inevitable conclusion. There is also so much freedom to be had when you’re working with characters who are pretty much pure evil. I know so much more about the Feeders than I’ve ever written down, so it is great to tease out those little details with each new installment. The newest of these tales (The Feeders’ Foreplay) was the darkest yet, but seems to have provoked a very favourable reaction from many. Who knows what the Feeders may get up to next? I do! And you can find out too, once we start a whole new sweeps season of stories this April! Come with me into The Feeders' Fortress!

#9 Only One: Where do I start? Only One has my absolute favourite type of feeder. Ben is big, sexy and very in control. He’s one of those rare types of guys who always stays on top and is a step ahead of absoultely everyone he meets. Who wouldn’t fall for him? I certainly did! In fact, I loved him so much that I wrote an entire prequel for him (and none of you even noticed!) Check out Rewire if you want to see how Ben became the man we know and love.

#8 The Wright Boys: The idea of a weight gain that cannot be stopped or controlled is a tempting one for many. How much easier would it be if you didn’t have to second guess your choices or face the pressure to lose weight? This was the first tale of what I see as ‘The Curses’ saga that eventually bled into many other stories (including another one on this list!) and culminated in Wright vs Beckett. However, this story remains my personal favourite of these. If you’re a fan of looking for crossovers between my stories, these are some of the most explicitly linked. I followed it up with a spin-off tale (The Wright Boys: DNA), but continue to have ideas about how I could go back to these boys in the future. Watch this space.

#7 Making Monsters: The title of this story really does give away how I felt about it at the time. This is quite the saga, spread over into not just two, but three parts! It began as a story that was very similar to Blackmailed; a tale that I had written previously about a guy voyeristically enjoying seeing his friend fatten up her boyfriend. However, this story evolved even further for me, with Tommy’s love of eating and gaining weight being both his greatest love, and his biggest shame. His denial only heightened the tension for me, and, when he does eventually give in, the gains feel all the more satisfying as a result.

#6 The Pig Feed: It’s not easy to write a gainer story where there isn’t another character spurring the events along and encouraging things. In this tale however, that role is given to a very tasty and surprisingly addictive pig feed mixture that Steve gets himself hooked on. It’s a story that I really enjoyed writing and still feel very happy with. I have considered writing more stories around this interesting feed. However, I am yet to do so; deciding (for now at least) that things are perhaps best left as they are. But, feel free to let me know your thoughts on this.

#5 Farm Boy: Whether you grew up in a big city, or a small rural community, like Hayden in this story, we can all relate to having desires and attractions that those around us don’t understand. And, thanks to how well connected we are these days, we now know what it’s like to realise that you’re not actually alone, and the whirlwind of excited emotions that follow. I enjoyed writing this story because I, quite simply, fell completely in love with Hayden. As kinky as he was, he still retained that fresh faced innocence throughout. If any of my characters were destined to be together forever, I imagine that these two would be my top choice.

#4 Keeping a Crush: This is one of those stories that I wrote in a matter of hours, and I was so pleased with it when I was done. Getting the train to go to work is not necessarily something that many Americans have to do, and so the location had to be switched to the UK (quite refreshing, I thought!). For me, it’s one of those really rare instances where placing very solid restrictions on the structure of a story (In this case, having it all take place during the commute to and from work) and finding that it actually elevates the sexual tension and mood. All scenes take place in public settings. All conversations could, in theory, be overheard. These days, so many people meet online and flirt for weeks by messaging back and forth, before they even see each other for the first time. Nowadays, for better or for worse, the actual, real fantasy is finding a connection with someone you just see in the real world; perhaps with a person you literally just met on the way to work...

If you’ve not read this one, I really would highly recommend it.

#3 To the Max: Stories with a magical element to them are either loved or hated. However, I find that this tale walks that line very successfully. Ned gets his hands on a love potion and makes straight guy, Max, fall for him. I’m sure we’ve all been there with that fantasy! However, it is in the consequences of inviting someone into your life, someone that you actually know very little about, that the entire eroticism of this story is based. I won’t spoil it for those who have not read it, but believe me when I say that things soon start getting very interesting indeed…

#2 Tommy’s Two Hundred. Don’t recognise this one? Well, that's because none of you have read it yet. 

Now, I’m not just saying this because I want you all to come back for the two hundreth story, but this is genuinely one of my absolute favourites. For my big milestone stories in the past, I have written something specifically for that event (Wright vs Beckett, The Seven Feeders of Finn). However, this is just a tale that I adored writing and decided to hold back for you all, especially for this occasion. It’s a story of domination and submission within a fairly open, but very kinky, relationship. Strapping Hunter plays the part of a very controlling feeder, making me break many of my own rules and stretching my boundaries to the absolute limits. You’ll either love him, or you’ll hate him. That’s all I’m going to say…

Also, this story is going to be the first Feeder86 story that will be fully illustrated. It’s all thanks to the amazing talents of Spellwell9 who was given an advanced copy and asked to imagine the characters in four different scenes. I cannot wait for you to see this!

Put it in your diary. All will be revealed from Friday 5th April…

#1 F80 Control: This is perhaps a controvercial choice (especially as my #1). I have previously admitted that this story strays a little from its purpose of being a gainer story. In other words, I get very caught up in the background story that is being told. However, I feel that the science fiction genre is surprisingly underused in tales of weight gain. Yet, the combination of Aritificial Intelligence and submission seemed, to me, to be the perfect blend. It really is a beast of a story if you can follow it all the way through to its conclusion. 

With the advent of improved artificial intelligence software in recent years, I felt the time was right to develop the world further, with the addition of F80 Ctrl Alt Del; a spin-off tale set slightly before the main story. Then, unable to help myself, I followed this up again with another companion story, F80: Kidnap and Control. 

The reason I chose this universe as my favourite is because this is where I am happiest writing. With AI, I don’t need to consider the morality or motivations - I know exactly what their aims are and I can see multiple ways in which it will cause conflict with humanity (and their waistlines!) I would also love to write more for this world one day, and I even left a little unused subplot in the last story that I think would provide the perfect starting-off point for another chapter. Will I ever write it? Well, we’ll have to wait and see…

So, there you have it! The the complete list!

This was a much harder exercise than I expected when I first embarked upon it. Stories like: Jiggle the Jock, Meticulous, Rule Number One, Freaks, Leftovers I and II, Ethan: The Secret Feeder and, not fogetting The Consequences I, II and III all crept in and out of the list, unfortunatley missing out on the final cut. There are many, many others, of course. But this list cannot go on forever...

So, why not tell me which ones were your favourites? Feel free to write in the comments and post a link to any other stories that you have enjoyed from myself, or from other authors. Hopefully, if we all work together, this could become a great resource for people in the future, filled with signposts and reccommendations.  

Also, don’t forget the Feeder86 Contents page where you can find links and descriptions of all the 200 stories posted so far (as well as plot outlines for upcoming tales as well). Please continue to enjoy the vast catalogue of stories, and even have a go yourself! I love supporting the many new gainer fiction writers who contact me. So please do get in touch if you need advice, or to talk through your ideas. Let’s all encourage a whole new generation of people to get typing away! I’m sure you will cheer them on just as much as I will.

Thank you to everyone who supports the stories blog here on Tumblr. Keep checking in every Friday througout April for a whole new sweeps season to celebrate this milestone. Stories will include: Tommy's Two Hundred, Train for a Gain, The Feeders' Fortress and The 1% (a companion story to The 5%). For now, I thank you all for taking time out to sit and read the very bizarre tales that sprout from my mind. You are all wonderful.

Happy 200 stories!

Feeder86

#gainer fiction #gainer stories #gainerstory #gayfeeder #gainerfic #gainer story #gayfeedee #gay feedee #gainerstories

[prncessjaeger]

i changed my mind 🎀

the day you met suguru was the day you wished you should’ve ignored him, but who could ignore the way you both instantly clicked despite the main difference between you two, him being the best friend of the golden boy aka satoru gojo, having everyone wrapped around his finger, and you being the girl who’s well… not very well known and coined the term, “never out pass 8.”

but suguru didn’t care, infact he seemed like he loved how polar opposites you both were, and you could tell by the way he’d compliment you, the rushed feeling he gives you when he kisses you, the ongoing lavish dates he takes you on, it was all perfect. 

too perfect, infact. he treated you so well you could only see the good in him and that’s when the problems began. kissing his lips, you felt his arms circle your waist pulling you even closer. your hips grinded against his half-hardened dick, when you both were interrupted with yet another text from his phone. you felt him pull away, “noo sugu-” “give me a sec…damn,” he mumbled reading the content on his phone, “i..got to go,” “again?” your groaned, hopping off his lap feeling unsatisfied yet again and sighed when he mentioned there was another party he was invited to, “look ‘sugu, i trust you but it’s kinda hard to keep that trust when you’re partying every night with all those girls-”

“it’s always about the “partying”, good gosh, you jealous of them or something?” your face scrunched up in confusion, “uh no why would i be jealous of a party? i’m talking about you always leaving and going out to party?” he huffed and got up from his seat, “baby it’s college! who wouldn’t wanna go out and party?” “so you’d rather go out than be with your girlfriend?” he pushed your finger away when you pointed at him, “don’t start, besides you must wanna come with me or something?” you looked at the time, 7:37 p.m, then all the books and papers you had to finish studying, “why would would love to, but it’s getting late, and you know i have to-” “study. why can’t you brush it off for once and hang out with me, huh? you always blow me off for some dumn ass studying,” he murmured the last part but you heard him pretty clear. “okay, fine we can go-”

“nah, i’ll go with kara and shoko instead, you focus on your 'studying'…” your head jerked back, wondering who the hell “kara” was, “ suguru i said we can go, studying can wait-” “nope. see you tomorrow.” he grabbed his jacket and keys and left your apartment in a swift, not even kissing your cheek like usually does. not feeling the want to do anything school related anymore, you closed your books and watched youtube until your eyes couldn’t stay open anymore.

the second time it happened, you both were at a prestigious dinner with all your friends when suguru abruptly left your side and left the restaurant, and shoko took notice, asking “where did geto go?” “umm that’s a great question, i’ll call him.” you grabbed your phone and dialed his number, frowning when it went voicemail. you called and called but to no avail he didn’t answer, “must be an emergency, so i’ll just send him a text, anyways how was vegas?” “oh it was amazing, we visited sooo many hotels and shows…” you casually listened to her story while checking your phone, only to be met with setting notifications and it honestly started to worry you. so, you ended up leaving the dinner early, catching a cab home only to be met with suguru himself standing at your doorstep, looking disheveled and marked up, “hey! where did you run off? are you okay? did something bad happen??-” you were cut off with your name falling from his lips sternly, “i’m fine. can i just come in and change my clothes?” feeling a weird vibe coming from him, you let your hands drop from his blazer, “sure.” you let him in, smelling a weird smell coming from his suit, “new cologne? it smells… fruity?” “nah, it’s probably your cheap perfume you like to wear,” you walked to him and watched him act unfazed, and you went to sniff his shoulder confirming that the smell came from him, “but... you smell like mangoes, suguru , and you know i hate mangoes- are you cheating on me?”

“oh my god! look, i went to-” “where! where’d you go hm, “kara’s house”,” you watched his hold his head in his hands and sigh, “no, i went to my aunt’s for a family emergency, and she hugged me…” he gave you a perplexed look, rolled his eyes and walked away to the bathroom. feeling guilty, you texted your friend, shoko, to see if you were just overeacting on the possibility of him cheating on you, but she ended up sending you a long voice note about how “suguru’s not shit” and “you deserve better,” and ended it with a detailed plan on how to leave him…

…but instead you brushed it off once more and let him cuddle you that night, forgiving him yet , again. 

the third time was the final straw. 

since it was the week off for break, everyone decided to go to the beach for a much-needed vacation away from school and ever since suguru helped bring your bags down to where you were sitting, you haven’t seen him since. satoru walked up to you and sighed, “hey! how’s you and suguru?” “oh!- we’re uh, doing fine…why?” he grabbed your drink from your hand, “just asking, you both seem a little distant compared to before,” hearing those words had you in deep thought, depicting every single interaction you and suguru had to prove satoru’s statement, “um, well he has been a little off with me?” “how so?” “just brushing me off, leaving abruptly, things like that.” satoru looked back to where suguru was, eyes widening when he saw him with a familiar tall blonde chatting it up at the beach bar, so he moved to be directly in front of you hoping you couldn’t see him, "what’re you doing?” “nothing, the sun was in my eyes so i moved to see you better,” squinting your eyes, you hummed and asked, “anyways, where’s sugu? you seen him yet?” he furrowed his brows, “oh i don’t know, i figured he was over here, that’s actually why i came over here but when i didn’t see him, i just talked to you instead-” when satoru’s nervous, he likes to ramble and spew out useless information.

a trait everyone knew satoru had. 

“satoru…where is he?” you saw him rub his neck bashfully and sigh, “look i only found out just minutes ago when i looked back at him and-”

“found out what?” you asked but you went unheard by satoru, “- and i’d hate for you to find out this way, that would suck cause-” “find out what, what way?” “-cause you’re a really sweet girl but i just think you aren’t the…right one for him. i mean he’s so caught up-” “what?” “he barely shows you love-” “satoru! if you don’t tell me what the fuck is going on and stop talking over me?” satoru sighed and mumbled, “i’m sorry,” and moved to the side, revealing suguru and some tall blonde girl close together, watching him feed her…grapes? giggling with her- kissed her much more passionately than he’s ever kissed you “the fuck?” 

like any normal person, you’d go over and probably curse him out, hit him a couple of times and leave him with breaking off the relationship, but instead you sighed and nodded, “you know what? i’m gonna go home and i’ll…see you later.” you packed up your towel and left in your car, suguru hearing your car speed down the highway, then turned to see your spot now being crowded by the others on the trip wondering where you’d drive off to.

“shit…” he muttered, the girl watched him sigh in his hands, “everything okay?”

“everything’s perfect, hey why don’t we uh, get out of here yeah?” hearing a small “yeah” the two got up and walked back to her car, and when satoru walked to the bar to confront suguru, he was now where to be seen…

…now, months have passed and you and suguru have barely spoken to each other by this point. even though you both officially never ended the relationship, he barely acknowledged you nowadays and stopped coming over, but you decided to not let it phase you and instead you focused on yourself, entering your “healed girl era” or whatever the coined term was. 

since the…"split", you and satoru have gotten closer especially after he stopped being friends with suguru days after his amidst cheating, (he ended up staying by your side and even helped you out of your funk), and today he invited you to a party. 

ironic, considering parties were the main problem in your past relationship, but you needed a change of scenery. being a nursing major was tough and sitting in your apartment all cooped up with billions of textbooks, you were tired! so, you went to your closet and picked out a cute top with a skirt to match, grabbing your fur boots and jewlery to complete the look. once you finished your makeup, you heard the doorbell ring and a set of keys jiggle, jumping when satoru’s loud voice echoed in your room, “y/nnnn!” “toruuuu!” “hey bestie-oh you look real cute, give me a spin hm?” he grabbed your hamd and spun your around, “okay so good news, i’m here bad news, the party’s in suguru’s house and it’s more of a get-together rather a party.” “hm…” you hummed, "i mean we don't have to go if you don't want to?" you grabbed your purse anyway and walked to the door, “but what if i still wanna go though?” “well let’s go!” he drove fairly quick considering suguru only lived 3 minutes away from you, and when you arrived you noticed the other couple of cars. you and satoru got out, him holding the drinks and your purse and knocked on the door, shrieks coming from shoko when she saw you, “it’s my babyyyyy!”

suguru turned his head hearing shoko’s claim and immediately knew it was you. his nerves skyrocketed and he sighed nervously, “hey everything alright?” the blonde he now dates, yuki, asked as she massaged his scalp, “yeah…she’s here,” “oh! uh, okay. don’t be nervous i’m sure she’d come around…” soon yuki would eat her words the minute you walked in the room, greeting everyone except the two. “ugh i’m so happy you’re here, i’ve missed you-gojo’s taking you away from us all the time now,” shoko complained as she hugged your figure, hasn’t let go of you since she saw you at the door. 

suguru noticed how you looked more comfortable, relaxed even with satoru which was odd considering any other time you wouldn’t pay him no mind, and with shoko’s claim of satoru “taking you away” he wondered just how close you two were becoming. 

after many, many drinks and games later, you excused yourself to the bathroom and after five minutes, suguru followed you up, satoru and shoko taking notice of it. drying your hands, you opened the door only to be met with suguru himself, “what’re you doing-” “you fucking him now? you’re such a slut you’d fuck my best friend next? and we haven’t even broken up-” “we were broken up the minute you put your lips on yuki! and you know that, so don’t come up here fucking accusing and yelling at me like i’m stupid! the fuck,” you watched him step closer to you, causing you to step back into a wall, “i still love you, you know that right?” “but i don’t love you,” suguru chuckled and rubbed his hand over his mouth, “you sure about that? just months ago you were telling me how much you wanted to get married and have my babies, remember?” he leaned down as his lips hovered over yours, “not anymore geto, i’ve changed my mind-” “ohhh so it's geto now? besides, it felt like you were determined before,”

“you just wasted my time geto, so move.” you shoved him out the way, feeling his hand grab your wrist, “baby, come back i missed you, we can do all the things you want if you just come back, i’ll be better for you i swear…” you heard him plead and please, over and over again but in the end it doesn't matter how many apologies he can spew out, like before and always,

you'll go right back to him…

#yeah y/n’s a bit…wonky #but who cares it’s suguru we’re talking about 🙈 #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #suguru geto x reader #geto suguru #geto x black reader #geto x reader #geto angst #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk geto #jjk x y/n #jujutsu geto #gojo x reader #jjk gojo

[wangxianficrecs]

Rewind 2023 - Follower Recs

WangxianFicRecs - Rewind 2023

For our Rewind 2023, our dear followers were also able to submit Follower Recs of their favourite stories published in 2023 for you to enjoy! Thank you to everyone who shared their recs and make sure to give the authors some love!

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Lovely fic, the worldbuilding really got me hook, it is background but absolutely fascinating. -Anon

The Lines of your Soul

by athena_crikey

M, 24k, Wangxian & Nielan

Summary: At this point he just wants to get Lan Zhan horizontal so he can sleep off the drugs that are making him make little confused snuffling noises and ask questions like “How soft is purple?” and “Where did the moon go?” and “Why does Wei Ying smile all the time?” Lan Zhan under the influence is cute, and it makes Wei Wuxian genuinely angry because he cannot appreciate it. This is not something Lan Zhan chose, this is not even an accident, this is an intentional violation and none of the sounds or questions or wide-eyed glances Lan Zhan is giving him are his choice.

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Not an easy read, there is a lot of hurt there, but how lwj and wwx behaved in such an awful situation really got to me. -Anon

swallowing rocks, swallowing peach skins

by AvoOwO

M, 24k, Wangxian

Summary: There is an indescribable rage boiling within Lan Wangji's chest. Lan Wangji has often heard stories of unsuspecting travelers being taken from their camp within the night, held against their wills only to be somehow found weeks later, dead and in the most horrid of states. Stories are hard enough to read about. It is worse, he thinks, when it is Wei Ying he is here with, gagged and bound in the same way. They walk, and walk, and walk, and they do not stop.

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Lwj and wwx are just. such disasters. and I loved their jobs, especially lwj. it was a very enjoyable read. -Anon

To See You (Again)

by FrameofMind (@frameofmind6), Jo Lasalle (Jo_Lasalle)

E, 84k, Wangxian

Part of Bottomji Big Bang 2023

Summary: A new job brings Wei Ying to London, and back into Lan Zhan's life. Many things have changed since their time in boarding school (Lan Zhan is out of the closet, arranges charcuterie boards, stocks a fine bar…), but their friendship slots right back into place like no time has passed. Wei Ying is a little perplexed by the fact that Lan Zhan apparently doesn't have any interest in dating anyone despite being an obvious catch—but hey, at least that means he doesn't have to fight anyone for Lan Zhan's time and attention. And besides, it's not like Wei Ying is in any big rush to find himself a girlfriend either. It’s all working out great!

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This story is a ton of fun and such a different and interesting concept. @danegen

Pairfire

by PaidSubscription

E, 65k, Wangxian

Part of Bottomji Big Bang 2023

Summary: Welcome, young cultivators, to the most important event of your lives: your Coming of Age Symposium. At dawn tomorrow, you will be assigned to your pairmate. You will then complete the following courses together. Week 1: Love Languages (core course) Week 2: Conflict Resolution (core course) Week 3: Guided Gender Selection (core course, ongoing) Week 4: Caring for Your Pairmate in Distress (elective) Week 5: Heat Week (elective) On your final day you will choose which permanent A/B/O gender is right for you. We will provide guidance as you try each of them in the coming weeks. Good luck. OR: WangXian are unexpectedly paired for a relationship course. Shenanigans, pining, gender feels and horniness ensues. With art by Beanie.

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This series was so much fun, especially watching Lan Wangji's lust for Wei Wuxian from Su She's POV. And I'm grateful the author included a second part so we can see all the bits we missed and how wangxian got together. Also lwj's competency kink for wwx's brilliance was gold. @gentil-minou

💙 The epic college romance between Wei Ying and Lan Zhan

by KizuKatana (@kizukatana)

E, WIP, Series, 57k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Summary part one: The (bitter) third party pov of the epic college romance between Wei Ying and Lan Zhan, as told from the pettiest NPC to ever exist. - - - - - A new student transferred into the university in their second year, and Su She was gleeful to see how much Lan Zhan was irritated by him from the very first day that the student (Wei something) showed up late for class with a ratty hoodie pulled up over his head and proceeded to sleep through lecture. Finally, someone else would be the butt of everyone’s jokes as they watched Wei Ying constantly try and fail to get Lan Zhan’s attention. When midterm grades came out, Su She was expecting the guy to be humiliated. That was… not what happened. Worse still, Lan Zhan was now actually turning his head to look at the guy when he spoke. And... wait, was Lan Zhan… putting his hand on the guy’s ass?! No. Su She does not accept this.

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I love historical aus and Greaser!WWX with GoldenBoy!LWJ is one we know well, butI love this fic for all the heart it has and the way it covers setting-typical homophobia. Wangxian get a happy ending and then the epilogue at the end really just made me feel all kinds of feelings about being queer. @gentil-minou

Mad about the Boy

by TriviasFolly (@triviasfolly)

M, 62k, Wangxian

Summary: It's 1954, and Lan Zhan's life would be going well if it wasn't for the charming Wei Ying. Did he say charming? He meant annyoing. If it wasn't for that smile Lan Zhan could accept the future planned for him, the job as Cheif Surgeon who returned home to a demure wife who'd cook him dinner and asking him about his day. Instead, he finds himself dreaming about something more. So when Wei Ying offers him a deal, one that would get him out of Lan Zhan's life he took it. When the evening goes wrong, Lan Zhan expects his life to be over. Instead, he finds it's just the start of a new chapter.

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The way this author made the story of the Scarlet Pumpenel fit in mdzs is, in my opinion, masterful. The arranged marriage is built on devastating misunderstanding after devastating misunderstanding, but the identity shenanigans are so fun! Other highlights include Jiang sect love and wangxian adopting not only A-Yuan but MXY as well. So much fun and an epic adventure! @gentil-minou

The Scarlet Lotus

by rainbowninja167 (@rainbowtitania)

M, 137k, Wangxian

Summary: In the years following the Sunshot Campaign, the mysterious, masked cultivator who’d defeated Wen Ruohan took on many identities: the Yiling Patriarch, leader of the Wen rebels, enemy of the Jin Sect, practitioner of wicked tricks. His true name was shrouded in mystery. He always wore a mask. He carried no sword; wore no clan colors or insignia. Clouds of resentful energy clung to him as he walked. But there was one thing that absolutely everyone agreed on: the Yiling Patriarch could not possibly be from the Jiang Sect. Or: a Scarlet Pimpernel-inspired fix-it featuring Wei Wuxian in disguise, Lan Wangji determined to bring the nefarious Yiling Patriarch to justice, and the hijinks that ensue when you accidentally marry your greatest enemy/love of your life.

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Another fun and sexy fic built on misunderstandings but I love the tone of this one! There's a lot of heart in this fic along with some real world issues along with just lots of wwx love, which makes this fic something i reread again and again! @gentil-minou

With No Particular Affection

by Chrononautical (@chrononautintraining)

E, 92k, Wangxian

Summary: A prominent physicist and professor, Wei Ying has built a life for himself in Chicago. He's safe, he's happy, and he has plans for his future. Unfortunately, those plans are derailed the moment he finds out his brother is in trouble. To save the family business, it will have to be Wei Ying's life on the line. He has to marry his old high school crush, Lan Zhan.

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wangxian exploring their sexuality while getting to act their age in cloud recesses is such a wonderful premise, and I love the way this fic lets them not being good at it. Also the little excerpts from the book throughout were such fun and always made me giggle! @gentil-minou

Fentao-laoshi's Guide to Cut-Sleeve Pleasures

by occultings (microcomets) (@microcomets)

E, 31k, Wangxian

Part of the good place server exchange 2023

Summary: Lan Wangji says, “I am also looking to . . . gain practical experience. It seemed mutually advantageous.” “Mutually advantageous,” Wei Wuxian echoes. “Wait. Do you mean I’d get to . . . ?” Lan Wangji stares at him. “Practice — on you?” Wei Wuxian finishes, his eyes round with disbelief. — During a shared summer studying in the Cloud Recesses, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian diligently pursue an informed sexual education. What could possibly be the harm in some mutual learning?

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the most heartbreaking, angsty, canon setting arranged marriage au i've read so far, in the best way. We get to see things from LWJ's pov and while his actions make sense, it's still so devastating as we watch WWX be affected by it all. The happy ending makes the hurt all the better too! @gentil-minou

💙 Concord

by Deastar (@youhideastar)

T, 41k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Summary: Lan Wangji hopes, somewhat frivolously, that his betrothed might find him an acceptable companion. Neither he nor Wei Wuxian are able to bear children, so there will be no need to share a marital bed; that should make it easier for the two of them to reach a natural, comfortable equilibrium. Two strings played in harmony: this is Lan Wangji’s quiet hope, as he arranges the Jingshi to accommodate a second inhabitant. Perhaps, he thinks, they might even become friends.

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MothXian and WitchJi!!!!! The art for this au is always so lovely, and this fic fits it perfectly! The author has this gorgeous, dreamy prose that really enhances the setting and the sweetness of wangxian in this is so beautiful. @gentil-minou

light a lantern (and guide me home)

by xuanxuanwo (ostentatiouslyrealistic) (@xuanxuanwo)

T, 63k, Wangxian

Summary: At first, he thinks he’s caught a bird; it’s the size of one of his palms and wrapped fully in damp feathers. As he shuffles toward the beam of light that streams through the open window, he wonders how it managed to fly into his lantern, shut the door, and latch it against the wild gales of the wind. Then, he takes a closer look, thumbing across its feathers, and realizes that they’re not feathers at all. They’re leaves. Startled, Lan Zhan shifts as gently as possible and, using the tip of his finger, parts them to reveal a body, complete with tiny limbs and a small face, all of it wrapped in the dress made from peony petals. “Oh,” Lan Zhan breathes softly, heart clenching. “Oh, what are you?” -- A thunderstorm brings tea master and herbalist Lan Zhan a companion he never knew he needed. A tale of love, loss, and letting go.

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Rockstar!WWX and Bookseller!LWJ and they are just the cutest. Notting Hill is a classic romcom and this fic fits the romcom vibe perfectly. @gentil-minou

When the Lights Come Up

by brooklinegirl

E, 50k, Wangxian

Summary: Lan Zhan's brother draws to a halt next to him, staring at the man on the other side of the counter. "Oh, it is you, isn't it?" The man, still propped against the counter on his elbow, gives Lan Huan a grin, then directs it at Lan Zhan again. "I don't know," he says. "Is it? Am I?" "You are." Lan Huan is hurrying around to the other side of the counter, a wide smile on his face, while Lan Zhan looks on, feeling more and more perplexed, like he's stepped into some alternate universe where absolutely nobody is making any sense at all. "Wei Wuxian! Lan Zhan, do you know who this is? It's Wei Wuxian!" Lan Huan is reaching for the man's hand, and he pushes himself lazily to standing, shaking Lan Huan's hand warmly. "In the flesh," he says. "You caught me." "My goodness." Lan Huan is staring at him like he's never seen a human being before in his life. "What on earth are you doing here, of all places?

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magical wangxian who adopt mo xuanyu in a setting that's written so vividly, the whole place comes alive! it's part of a larger series but it can be read alone, but most importantly the characters are so patient and kind with such great moments between them all @gentil-minou

quiet, blooming hours

by Sanguis (@bel-ennui)

T, 13k, Wangxian

Summary: Fingers push through the earth, and a long lost boy takes the first gasping breath of his second life. The house of buried things has a new surprise for Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji.

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for these hard-working authors if you like – or think others might like – these stories.)

#wangxian fic rec #wangxianficrecs #rewind 2023 #mdzs #the untamed #wangxian #fandom event #long post #The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation #MDZS #Mo Dao Zu Shi #follower recs #follower rec

[ao3-shenanigans]

Would it be rude to ask an author how sad of an ending an ongoing story will be? I don't like permanent major character death stories or Greek tragedy levels of sad ending stories and it's one of the ways this story I'm really enjoying could end up going. There is no indication in the tags or author's notes from what I've seen. Idk I just don't want to be mean or discouraging cause I love the story soo much!!!!!

To be honest, I’m not entirely sure; I know everyone will have widely varying opinions on this which means that it’s a very good question!

On one hand, authors aren’t generally fans of being told what to do or not to do in the comments as that’s not really the place for such things, on the other hand- if it’s a genuine question I don’t really see why not?

I think it really comes down to tone and context:

‘Woah! I love your story! [character/concept] is one of my favorites and you do it so well!

Out of curiosity, may I ask how sad you intend the ending to be?/genq (I’m sensitive to some endings and didn’t notice anything in the tags and as such wanted to be able to prepare myself; if you’re willing to share)

I love this story and am always so excited to see an update notification in my inbox!

Many many kudos!’

^something like this would be, I think, pretty well received by the author and understandable as it’s coming from a place of good intentions and is made clear as such

Of course, if it does end up being a tragedy for the ages, you might have to stop reading, which would be unfortunate but there’s really nothing you can (or should) do to change it. If it turns out to be the case, leave an “Extra kudos!” On the last chapter you read and walk off without further comment- leave on a high note, and hey- bookmark it and maybe one day you’ll be able to come back and revisit the story!

Note: to everyone commenting and sharing their own experiences and opinions, please, above all else, be kind, both to commenters and authors <3

#I wish you luck! #thanks for asking!! #it’s a really great question!! #ao3 shenanigans ask #ao3 #fanfiction #archive of our own #fanfic #writing #fandom #ao3 comments

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

4k fic recommendations

thank you all so so much for 4000 followers! truly, that's wild! unfortunately I don't have the time right now to do the usual fun, big celebration, but I do have time to scrounge up some fics I've been loving lately/just ones that are on my mind, show them a little bit of love. other then that, I hope you all are having a wonderful morning, afternoon or night, sending you all a bunch of smooches in the form of recommending some fun reads ♡

the bodyguard by @chvoswxtch (bodyguard!frank castle x reader, series, still ongoing)

I love this series. every time a new part comes out I genuinely get so excited! I also low-key feel so spoiled because I know court and she tells me a bunch of secrets about things she wants to play with in this story... love you court. thank you for blessing us with this amazing AU.

why are you scared? by @onsunnyside (stepbrother!curtis everett x innocent!reader)

yes, this was a halloween fic but I still think about it to this day. I only have one question for you, do you like somno? are you a little somno hoe? if so, might I recommend this nasty little piece of fiction because DAMN! like all of sonny's works, this is just the purest of filth and we love that here. (also her life has been pretty busy lately, so I just hope she's okay. hope you're okay, darling. miss seeing your beautiful little stories on this mess of a website)

your head is so numb (that nervous breath you try to hide) by @oncasette (eddie munson x reader)

best friends to lovers is actually something that can be so personal. I gobble that shit up every time. (also just hey roma. get over here, let me give you a lil smooch♡)

reader being like a little crow blurb by @appocalipse (eddie munson x reader)

idk what to tell you, this is actually just the cutest ♡

this blurb by @solarluvs (peter parker x clumsy!reader)

PETER AND CLUMSY!READER! THIS IS THE KIND OF ROMCOM I NEED IN MY LIFE!!!!

sirius doesn't want you to leave for work by @bruisedboys (sirius black x reader)

in this house, we worship adorable little domestic tales like this.

this blurb by @ddejavvu (eddie brock x reader)

and speaking of domestic little tales, no one does it better then my wifey mei. she is the queen of adorable little blurbs. so if you like pretty dresses, chocolate or monsters flirting with you, this blurb is for you ♡

this blurb by @ddejavvu (aaron hotchner x bau!reader)

okay, even though I'm not really an aaron girlie, this one was just too cute to pass up. also, maybe a little bit too relatable going grocery shopping while looking like an actual zombie. I remember the time when I lived somewhere where I bump into my crush on those kinda days... it is mortifying, but the kind of mortifying that you're secretly crossing your fingers to have happen, you know?

#lea speaks #milestone celebration #frank castle x reader #eddie munson x reader #frank castle smut #curtis everett x reader #chris evans x reader #curtis everett smut #eddie brock x reader #venom x reader #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #mcu!peter parker x reader #sirius black x reader #fic rec #fic recommendation #fic recommendations #fic recs #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x fem!reader

[greynatomy]

probably gonna be the only selena fic i’m gonna write unless y’all have some requests/ ideas for others

wanted to write about the drama cause why not.

(i’m team selena btw. marrying your stalker is just crazy)

if you like this one, check out my other fics!

-grey

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pagesix Just when the world thought #HaileyBieber and #SelenaGomez had waved the white flag, the pair became embroiled in another internet feud. The former #DisneyChannel star and the #RhodeSkin founder have long been pitted against each other, having both been romantically involved with #JustinBieber. 😬 A complete timeline of their ongoing drama is at the link in bio.

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selenafan2 imagine fighting over a man that wears crocs to dinner

haileyfan2 selena needs to move on…

↳ haileyfan2 and so do her fans…

↳ selenafan3 it’s not selena or her fans that’s the problem

↳ haileyfan2 she lets her fans cyber bully hailey. and she adds fuel to the fire by acting offended/hurt by her fan’s wild speculation on everything hailey

↳ selenafan4 selena has spoken out about hate plenty of times. it’s hailey adding fuel to the fire and justing for not putting it out for defending his WIFE

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glamourmag “I'm too old for this.”

It all started with an Instagram story, and things quickly took a turn. Read why there's drama speculation between #SelenaGomez, #HaileyBieber, and #KylieJenner, and why Selena

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selenafan2 team selena. all day.

randomperson justin needs to speak out cause all he doing is a whole lot of nothing in defending his wife. he shows off more of his selena tattoo than his wife

haileyfan2 haileys not doing anything. y’all are reaching

↳ selenafan3 lmao ya after making all the drama herself

↳ selenafan4 this is all so crazy. justin fr married his stalker

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selenaupdates selena went on tiktok live to chat and at the end she said to keep a lookout on a new rare beauty video with a surprise at the end

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selenafan1 ohmygod. i cant wait for the new vid!

selenafan2 i wonder what the surprise is

↳ selenafan3 she’s dating someone. i’m calling it now

↳ selenafan4 IMAGINE

selenafan3 i wonder what the surprise is

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selenaupdates DID YOU GUYS SEE HER NEW VIDEO!! THAT WAS ONE HELL OF A SURPRISE

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selenafan1 “i have a hot date with some ramen noodles and a good movie.” relatable

↳ selenafan2 don’t forget the man and a child that came on “hey! don’t forget about us!”

↳ selenafan3 we all heard the little girl say mama right? that’s not just me?

↳ selenafan4 oh it’s not just you IM FREAKIBG OUT

selenafan5 selena just chose today to soft launch her FAMIKY A WHOLE ASS FAMILY

↳ selenafan6 SHES A MILF

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selenagomez happy anniversary @ yourinstagram! being with you for five years, married for now three has been my greatest adventure. thank you for being the best husband to me and father to our little angel. I cannot thank you enough for sticking by this tough journey. here’s to many more anniversaries and hopefully more children!

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taylorswift happy anniversary! auntie tay needs some goddaughter snuggles from munchkin soon!

↳ selenagomez you know you can come over anytime

↳ yourinstagram you can come pick her up rn. sel and i need some mommy and daddy time

↳ selenafan2 OMG SO CUTE MOMMY AND DADDY

↳ selenafab7 HES SO HOT MILF DILF

chrisevans she needs some time with her godfather too! @ taylorswift @ selenagomez @ yourinstagram

↳ yourinstagram you got next time man!

↳ chrisevansfan1 CHRIS IS A GODFATHER

selenafan3 this better shut jb’s wife down. selena is married with a child. she ain’t gonna steal your man. she got a whole better looking upgrade.

few days later

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selenaupdates selena went live to answer questions about her relationship, said even though she revealed her family, she would love to still keep them private

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selenafan1 “we met at a party. i think it was the met gala after party in 2018. is that right hun?” she looked so in love talking about her husband. HUSBAND still can’t believe it

selenafan5 “he proposed at our one year anniversary and we got married five months later. when you know, you know. why wait?” she said no to justin and said yes to yn without hesitation. miss girl finally knows what real love is. thank you yn

selenafan8 “i chose taylor as godmother for obvious reasons. she’s my best friend. no one else i would’ve picked. yn chose chris cause they’re best friends. they met working for marvel. chris being captain america and yn being head of film in all of marvel.”

↳ selenafan9 we love a successful and humble family

↳ selenafan2 hailey been real quiet. she gon announce she has a secret baby too

#selena gomez #selena gomez x reader #taylor swift #hailey baldwin #justin bieber #selena gomez imagines #taylor swift imagines #celebrity #celebrity fake social media #celebrity fake instagram #celebrity x reader

[popagan]

Hey there! I was wondering if It was okay to ask for some fic recs? I read your izaya post and already devoured the ones you mentioned 😭

(if not that's okay too!! No pressure, ty ty 🫶🫶)

Gladly. I'll put some fics I have saved in my library, which range from one-shots to longer series. I'll put it in two categories - finished and ongoing(unfinished/abandoned), in word count order (Ascending), as well as a poorly made logline from me for each fic (+ links). I'll also add some additional notes on my end regarding certain (most) fics.

Finished:

5 times Izaya was told I love you (391 words) - The plot is in the title. Shizuo/Izaya.

It's short but sweet(?), I'm a huge fan of writings that uses listing as a form of narrative.

Just to Talk (660 words) - It's Valentine's, and also Tsukumoya-and-Izaya-fighting-in-their-chat day. Tsukumoya/Izaya (implied).

I love Tsukumoya and Izaya's chatlogs, there's something so gossip girls about them. And they bicker like an old married couple (in spirit) as well.

Tsukumoya Shinichi's Turn! (1k words) - Post-ketsu. Tsukumoya reflects on his relationship (as well as feelings) with Izaya.

Very creative writing, I adore their take on Tsukumoya's character.

I Think I Miss Him (1k2 words) - Post-ketsu. Tsukumoya finds Izaya. Tsukumoya/Izaya.

This one hits a particular spot, given the ending is my kind of drill.

Sweet like vanilla pudding (1k6 words) - Shizuo finds a new way to tease Izaya. Shizuo/Izaya.

Adorable, adorable, adorable. Important things must be repeated thrice.

Izaya's Zoo of the Strange and Unusual (1k8 words) - Shiki got Izaya to be a babysitter for exotic animals. Shiki/Izaya.

Camorra usually writes stories that incorporates fantastical/fairy tale-like elements, to which I absolutely adore, their comedy writing is one of my favorite.

dépaysement (2k2 words) - Post-ketsu Izaya. Healing--compared to other people--takes a different route for Izaya. Shizuo/Izaya (implied).

It isn't a fic recommendation blog from user popagan if I don't mention onewhodiedyoung at least once (I'm sorry). The way onewhodiedyoung write is not something I wanted but something I never knew I needed. A work of art, I say.

I Promise (2k3 words) - History calls it Christmas Eve, Izaya calls it The End, Shizuo/Izaya.

I love this one, mainly the buildup. I think about their take in Izaya's character way too frequently. Kanra_chan writes a lot of interesting stories.

flytrap (3k2 words) - A reflection, a continuation of what could've been and what had happened; as well as what might - or will happen. Shinra/Izaya.

Beautiful writing, enchanted me from start to finish.

venus in furs (3k8 words) - Shizuo-centric. Hanahaki disease and the loved in question is a lover of mankind. Shizuo/Izaya.

I love zigur's writing - especially how they describe Izaya as someone with a surreal kind of beauty. I also love stories told in second pov.

Open Cage (4k2 words) - Post-ketsu Izaya. Healing in a new city, and re-meeting a certain monster. Shizuo/Izaya (implied).

Bittersweet. Gives me chills every time I reread it.

This Is How We End (4k4 words) - Shizuo chose to be better, but that may include letting go of a certain enemy - if impulsivity isn't a problem. Shizuo/Izaya.

Finding TeamAlphaQ's works is like striking gold. My absolute favorite, but their other works may strike your fancy better - subjectivity and all that.

Sub-Zero (4k7 words) - Namie-centric. A secretary bonding with her mentally ill boss. Shizuo/Izaya (implied?).

I can't say a lot without spoiling it, but prepare for heartbreaks maybe. I love Namie and Izaya bonding(?) though. Friendships are the best.

stranger than earth (5k3 words) - Shiki-centric, Shiki/Izaya.

I don't know what else to say other than that it is the whole plot. Beautiful writing, the ship is a bit questionable though (and it's not their writing I have a problem with - far from it; just the nature of said ship strikes me as odd - but AO3 isn't a lawless land for nothing. One must be able to distinguish fiction from reality if one wish to indulge into Internet culture, yes?). Zigur once more, I love Greek myths and there isn't a lot I can defend myself with.

lie me to sleep (6k6 words) - Post-ketsu. Izaya is Shizuo's god.

I'm a bit guilty for referencing Izaya's "You past is your god" but a chance like this is one in a lifetime - I had to do it. The writing is another kind of heartache. This tender melancholy is what kept me afloat in the midst of many agonizing fic (cough April 23rd, laundry, All That Hate cough). Instead of burying me in the dirt, onewhodiedyoung buried me in flowers and let me choke on pollens instead.

Shizuo Vs. Valentine's (7k5 words) - Shizuo wakes up to a Valentine's gift at his door. Shizuo & Izaya.

The comedy found in the established situation left me giddy. Very fun read.

Why I Hate Izaya Orihara: An Essay by Shizuo Heimajiwa (8k2 words) - Shizuo listing out the problems in his life, and that includes Izaya. Shizuo/Izaya.

TeamAlphaQ strikes again, I love the comedy in this; and once more - listing and repetitions. They're my guilty pleasure it seems.

Clair de Lune (8k1 words) - Post-ketsu Izaya healing. Shizuo/Izaya.

I recommend all of NoteInABottle's works. If I could, I would make a homework out of it for everyone reading this blog here to read all of their work - DRRR or not. But unfortunately I did not read their non-DRRR work so I am not exempted from shame.

Just Walk Down the Aisle Already (9k1 words) - Izaya thinks marriage is nonsensical, Shizuo begs to differ. Shizuo/Izaya.

Kind of Strange (9k2 words) - Izaya is a wish-granting kind of being, Shizuo is not thrilled. Shizuo/Izaya.

kamogawa (9k2 words) - Shizuo, Izaya, Kamogawa; and their years-old feud. Shizuo/Izaya.

Words cannot describe how emotional this made me at 4 in the morning. It was reaching blue hour as well (my favorite hour) - the surrealness and sentiment was overwhelming.

All That Hate (9k5 words) - Izaya-centric. Like all things, it comes to an end. Shizuo/Izaya (one-sided).

It is in the tags so I'll reiterate - it is a heartbreaker, this fic. And I am positively eating this up. The last few lines took my heart and ran over it with a Caterpillar 320D L Hydraulic Excavator.

laundry (9k8 words) - Shizuo-centric. Shizuo finds Izaya in all the odd hours of this rundown laundry establishment.

Well, all I can say is that my jaw was on the floor. I recommend all of izayas's DRRR work, though. til the war's won (10k words) is another favorite of mine.

Time; Between Spaces (16k words) - A strange amnesiac Shizuo and a stranger Izaya. Shizuo/Izaya.

An interesting take on Izaya as a character, never failed to give my stomach butterflies. Their writing is so endearing, reminds me of high school love stories in a way (unsure how and why). Silly Shizaya, oh so silly.

Ice like Glass (23k words) - Izaya tries to win over a Winter Fairy - a Fairy Prince might I add. Shiki/Izaya.

Under the Surface (23k words) - Buried (2010) with Shizuo and Izaya bonding.

An enjoyable ride, for the characters maybe not so much.

see you on the other side; (28k words) - Between slip-ups, there are gaps in their relationship--one of which is a busted skull. Shizuo/Izaya.

The first two chapters gave me a slap which had me spinning 5 times in the air and land on my back - crashing into a comically large pool of my own tears. Proud to say I've been here since chapter 1 (sobbing).

Telescope Now (40k words) - A concussion turned wrong. Shizuo/Izaya.

It was a rollercoaster-of-emotions experience reading this fic. Certain lines had me silently scream into thin air and sob into my pillows.

Viewpoint (43k words) - Namie-centric, as well as Shizuo/Namie, Izaya/Namie, and implied Shizuo/Izaya.

I think you'll have to find out by reading it, I'm unsure how I can explain this without giving the plot away. Fairly intriguing; major spoilers ahead - I'm a bit bummed out the Shizuo & Izaya chapter never released, and also a tad more bummed out it didn't end as polyamory. Nevertheless, wonderful work, beautiful analysis into Namie as a character.

The Fox and the Samurai (127k words) - Izaya is a fox spirit and Shizuo is a samurai tasked to kill him.

Very interesting, I love old/medieval themes. Was delighted at the ending.

Ongoing/Unfinished:

Disney Stories, As Told By The Cast Of Durarara!! (1k6 words) - DRRR casts in Disney stories. Shizuo/Izaya.

Endlessly entertaining. Interesting idea, shame it never continued. Would've love to see Cinderella Izaya/Shizuo.

elevator ego. (11k words) - Someone wants Izaya gone, and it'll take a friend and an enemy to do that. Shizuo/Izaya and Shinra/Izaya (apparently).

Kept me at the edge of my seat, unfortunately I'll never get to see the end of it. The last two chapters will remain as one of my life's biggest mystery.

Toes (12k words) - Post-ketsu. Shinra and Shizuo looks for Izaya. Shizuo/Izaya.

Was hooked since the synopsis. I adore the story, would've love to see more.

In a Week (18k words) - In which Shizuo is a priest assigned to a small countryside community, and Izaya is a vampire. Shizuo/izaya.

I love the story established here, hoping to see more. It was updated a month ago.

When It Counts (23k words) - Darkwood-esque (stated in tags). Doomsday-like, infestations, forests, and also a dying Izaya it seems. Shizuo/Izaya.

Interesting concept. Looking forward to the next chapter. I enjoy adversities and doomsdays fics (procrastinating on other zombie apocalypse Shizaya fics as I'm writing this). It's rather humorous at times as well - that or I'm coping.

Go To Hell (45k words) - Medieval theme. Izaya finds himself in another world with his memories tampered. Shizuo/Izaya.

Takes place in Hell (quite literally). Interesting concept, I love the imageries. I might draw something for this fic after I've cleared commissions. It's still starting and establishing its plot and I can't wait for a new chapter to come by this Saturday (if things go smoothly on their end).

City of Sunshine (59k words) - An OC who had been transferred to Ikebukuro. What's worse - it's in an anime as well.

I love stories where characters are pushed into a world that was a media they've consumed before. I really wish to see more of this, seeing I got attached to said character haha. Furthermore, nothing hooks me up more than a character befriending everyone and just trying to navigate in their newfound environment. I really hope to find more work like these - I'm a believer of all DRRR casts x fun times/friendships lol. Back to this fic - I love how they incorporate their own character with the DRRR storyline; slice of life + overarching storyline/personal character goals? Count me in.

Tangled Threads (75k words) - Shizuo and Delic are two cousins who closely resemble each other, and Izaya has two hands for a reason. Shizuo/Izaya, Delic/Izaya.

It's a rather explicit fic--but I was too deep in the plot to stop (2 A.M. decisions). The concept hooked me and now I reap the undying curiosity of what could happen next. I made the rookie mistake of reading before checking the last time it was updated - only to check it halfway through the fic and knees-deep in the trench. Now my yearning will go unanswered. A mild spoiler here (which could serve as a warning) - but the latest chapter is right at the climax, so now I'm left on this cliff--teetering to insanity.

Ophidian (104k words) - In which Izaya is Shizuo's yokai companion and they fight other spirits together. Shizuo/Izaya(?).

I'm not sure if it'll get another update - I hope it will. I'm loving the energy this fic has created in the studio today. Beautiful imageries; the amount of research and dedication that might've gone into this fic is commendable.

Impostor (130k words) - Medieval theme. To which Izaya has to fake being a woman to marry the king (Shizuo). Shizuo/Izaya.

There are a lot of things I love - medieval themes being one of them. I can't fight the allegations on my part here. I love Shirohimesstories, they're the reason I check AO3 every Saturday with their 5 ongoing Shizaya fics. Chapter 25 and 26 gave my heart a good squeeze.

I think that's all I could remember/find for now. I've only rejoined the fandom and started reading this February (it took me years to realize I could try and look for DRRR fics on AO3). And I'm barely through page 30 on the DRRR (truthfully - only Izaya Orihara tags) works page and there are still more works I'm finding amongst those 30 pages. I've also been writing this blog for way longer than I would like to, so I'll stop here.

I apologise to all the authors whose works have been mentioned here - not out of ill will or so, but rather because I did not leave a comment in most of them (and I wish I could leave more than one kudos). Please take this entire blog site as an apology (I'm not sure if it's enough/worthy to be regarded as compensation). I should make it a habit to leave a comment soon, I get too shy when I'm about to press post and it's hard to find the proper words to compliment people's works without making it sound repetitive/reused.

Regardless, I've held you (yes, you) for way too long, haha. Thank you for sparing your time reading this poorly-made tangent I've been on. For the ask - I apologise it took so long, I have no defense. I hope you enjoy the fics I recommend here.

Also, Izaya birthday merch dropped, on april 23rd (for some people--it's me. I am people). Here's to all the broken hearts and drained wallets.

#durarara #izaya orihara #shizuo heiwajima #popask #fic rec #i don't think i can upload anything new anytime soon (unless proven otherwise - you know how inspiration goes) #please take the route to my twitter as it is where i post more works with varying degree of qualities #i tend not to post the same thing on different platforms #sorry i keep editing this

[lady-fey]

Don’t Mix Thoughts and Dialogue

During a bit of dialogue, it can be incredibly tempting to give your reader a glimpse of what the characters are thinking. This is a trap. Don’t do it.

Why?

Well, the best way to explain this is to just give you a quick example.

Mary laughed, her eyes sparkling. “Hey, do you remember that night with Jimmy and the cat?” Ryan smiled, his mind drifting back over the long years of their friendship. That they would still be so close after all this time was truly a gift. Yet a part of him still asked ‘what if?’ What if they were meant to be something other than friends? Could that every happen or was he being greedy? Risking something beautiful for so little gain. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. Then he smiled and said, “Yeah, I still don’t know where he got it!”

Question: when you got to Ryan’s response, did you remember what Mary said or did you have to glance back up to jog your memory? If you glanced back up, then don’t feel bad! You are completely normal and that’s why this is a technique that you should use sparingly.

When we’re reading, our brains are constantly processing new information. It’s basically an ongoing memory game! If you’ve ever played one of those, then you know that it can be quite tricky to recall which picture is hiding under which card or what objects were on the now-hidden tray. However, we can always pick up the card or reveal the tray to remind ourselves of the answer. Similarly, we can always glanced back up the page and reread the previous line, but a story isn’t a game. Most writers want their audience to be fully immersed in the scene. Their eyes should travel down the page, following the flow of the words, never needing to look back at what was said three paragraphs ago.

You’re never going to be able to make your audience remember everything that you wrote. There are just too many words in the story. That’s why, when you’re writing dialogue, you want to keep all of the surrounding text related to the dialogue. Don’t let your characters go off on tangents like Ryan did because then your audience’s brain will switch to this new topic and forget the old one the same way that a verbal tangent will lead to someone asking, “Hey, wait, what were we talking about?”

I get the temptation to do the thought thing. It can give some really fun insight into a character. I will do it myself in early drafts. Then, upon rereading, I’ll realize that I switched focus from the dialogue and, as much as I like sharing my character’s thoughts, dialogue just isn’t the place to do it. If you’re including dialogue, the point is usually the interactions between the characters, not their deep, individual thoughts.

In this case of the above, Ryan’s thoughts needed to wait until after the conversation was over OR I should have introduced this topic earlier so that I could briefly hint at Ryan’s feelings with something like:

Mary laughed, the sound making Ryan's traitorous heart skip a beat. Then she asked, “Hey, do you remember that night with Jimmy and the cat?” “Yeah, I still don’t know where he got it!” Ryan said, gazing at her with melancholy fondness. “Did he ever tell you?”

This is not to say that you can never do the thought thing. You can. Just be aware that it's dragging your audience away from the dialogue and they will likely forget the details of what was being discussed, making it a not-so-great techniquie.

The only time when I’d do that is when I want the character to forget the conversation, too. Then I can bring the character and the audience back to the discussion in a natural way.

I’ll also note that readers do remember things long after they happen. It’s just that what tends to stick are the big, important details (ex: Alim was murdered) or the things that get repeated constantly (ex: the suspect list that the detectives go over after every new clue). Dialogue tends to be largely forgettable as the point is rarely the specific words, which is why breaking a conversation is so jarring.

#writing advice #writing tips #writing dialogue #dialogue #example #how to write

[personasintro]

Hey mimi, hope all is well and you are good. Not posted an ask in a while actually, I've been kinda silent with commenting on anything, but still reading XD So here's my question, is monachopsis no longer being updated? It's been a while so I'm just curious. Still love reading all the stories you post, you really are an amazing writer 💜

Every ongoing story will be updated at some point unless stated otherwise. My time schedule is all over the place and I do not have time to write like I used to. I’m trying and I will always inform you guys when it’s either almost finished or ready to be posted!

Thank you for your support <3

#ask #ask: monachopsis

[crissiebaby]

The Padded Palace Act IV: Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, inappropriate language, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes.

If you haven’t read the first three Acts, I highly recommend catching up before starting Act IV. CLICK HERE to check out the first chapter of Act I on DeviantArt!

I hope you enjoy! 💕💕💕

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Riri had always dreamed of this day. From the swishy, pink dress to the three-inch high heels that forced her to exaggerate the sway of her diaper butt, she was barely able to contain her enthusiasm. She supposed it was funny that while most girls dream of being a bride or a Maid of Honor, it was the role of the bridesmaid that she’d always had her eye on. Looking down the aisle, her vision was obscured by Ellie, who preceded her in the wedding processional. This kept her firmly in the middle of the pack as the assortment of bridesmaids and groomsmen approached the altar.

Not that Riri minded. She didn’t need the attention of being first in line like Ellie did, nor was she interested in Stacy’s role as Maid of Honor. The idea of being the absolute center of attention and having to make some big speech in front of a bunch of people made her queasy. No, the middle of the wedding party was perfect for her. She smiled softly, her heart warmed by her love for everyone around her. 

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Heavy, lustful breaths filled the Padded Palace’s dimly lit nursery. The smell of sweat, sex, and messy diapers clung to the air, making it dank and musty. Raising her quivering right hand from its mushy padding paradise between her thighs, Riri was at a loss for what she’d done and what she’d allowed to happen to Connor. She slumped down in her spot against the drawers of the changing table, letting the fallout of a half-dozen shameful climaxes radiate off her.

Likewise, Connor was equally floored following the number of Big O’s he’d had. Though, unlike Riri, he hadn’t the foggiest idea how many brain-melting orgasms had occurred within his brown-coated padding, having given up counting by the time he hit double digits. Or at least, that's what it felt like. For all he knew, it was all just one giant, unending orgasm brought about by the ceaseless buzzing of a pink pocket vibrator. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t so much as pry his eyes open. All he could do was lay in the middle of the nursery in a state of mind-boggling bliss.

“Hey Connor, are you still with us?” asked Stacy, waving a hand in front of his narrow eyelids to test his consciousness. Other than a momentary grumble, the sissified and baby-brained caregiver was out like a light. Perfect timing too considering the massive yawn that Stacy let out as she clicked off the egg vibrator. A speedy glance at the analog clock hanging above the doorway showed the hour hand pointed up at one while the minute hand was pointing downward at six, meaning it was far, far past her usual bedtime, “Wow, it got late fast. I swear I used to be better at staying up this late.”

Ellie, meanwhile, did not share in Stacy’s late-night fatigue. “Y’all are weak. It’s only 1:30!” she said, her sleep schedule in a constant state of flux thanks to numerous all-night gaming sessions. If anything, the ongoing sleepover only elevated her typical post-midnight energy kick. With Stacy seeming like a hard no and Connor out of commission, she turned to the only other person she could, “How bout you, Riri? Wanna pull an all-nighter?”

“Oh…uh…no, I think I’m good,” said Riri, sounding a tad more honest than she realized. To be fair, she wasn’t exactly in the mindset to be put on the spot. At least Ellie’s question snapped her out of the zoned mental state she was in. Pushing herself off the ground, she climbed onto the changing table in desperate need of a fresh diaper.

Unfortunately, Ellie wasn’t too elated by the news that she was on the verge of becoming a slumber party of one. “Ugh, fine! You two can be babies and go to bed. Connor and I are gonna stay up and gossip about both of you,” she said, sprawling out on her stomach next to Connor’s near-lifeless figure, “So, Connor, what did you think of your first ABDL sleepover? Was it everything you hoped it would be?”

Mumbling incoherently in response, it was safe to say that Connor was in no position to answer complex questions. He raised his head slightly for a second before thumping it back down against the carpet conked out.

For Stacy, Connor’s nonsensical babble was the final straw when it came to Ellie’s antics. “Ellie, quit messing with Connor. Don’t you see what a sleepy baby he is?” she said, chuckling at her own deadpan, “In fact, since you’ve got so much energy, why don’t you make yourself useful and go fix Connor a water bottle before bed? Can’t have him dehydrating after all those cummies.” She padded the front of Conor’s diaper for emphasis, feeling an abundance of power as he shuddered from head to toe.

“Ugh! Fine but not because you told me to. I’m only doing it for Connor,” replied Ellie, sticking her tongue out at Stacy before hopping to her feet and exiting toward the kitchen.

Rolling her eyes at Ellie’s brattiness, Stacy waited until the spunky redhead had left the nursery to will herself to move. After kneeling in front of Connor’s diaper for over an hour, the relief she felt when stretching out her legs was euphoric. She cracked each knee before shifting herself toward the top half of Connor’s body. “Okay, Connor, I need to you to wake up for just a second,” she said, wanting to make sure they didn’t fuck the senses out of him entirely. Snapping her fingers on each side of his head, she watched his eyes flicker open and shut, unable to fully regain his cognizance, “Do you at least know your name?”

“C-Con…Con…nie…” muttered Connor as his eyes sealed back up.

“Close enough,” shrugged Stacy, who was too tired to need one hundred percent accuracy. 

However, while Stacy paid no mind to Connor’s flub, the same could not be said for Riri. Pausing mid-diaper change, her head whipped in Connor’s direction. She wanted to investigate more but with Stacy present, the best she could do for now was make a mental note of this for later.

“Annnnnnnd we’re moving. Very good,” said Stacy, failing to hide her condescension as she helped Connor sit upright. While out of it, he was at least still able to move in response to Stacy’s guiding hands. That being said, while Connor may have had a slim frame, Stacy wasn’t exactly a heavyweight, making the prospect of moving him beyond this point alone more daunting, “Hey Riri, could you give me a hand? We need to get the perv to his crib.”

Glaring at Stacy’s cruel nickname for Connor, Riri had half a mind to ignore Stacy altogether. Sadly, doing so would leave Connor with only Stacy to care for him. “One sec,” she said, rushing to finish taping her diaper to her hips.

Together, Riri and Stacy hoisted Connor up by his arms and carted him over to Skye’s crib, laying him down right as Ellie returned with a bottle in hand. “Aww! I wanted to tuck him in,” she whined, hoping to be a part of as many “firsts” for Connor as possible. Approaching the crib with the water-filled baby bottle in hand, this misstep would not deter her from a night of playing caregiver, “This means I get to feed him. It’s only fair.”

“Yeah, fair-shmair. Gimme that,” said Stacy, promptly yoinking the bottle from Ellie’s unsuspecting hands, “Besides, there’s no way you’re big enough to feed someone else. You’re like the smallest one here.”

Puffing up her cheeks, Ellie’s face turned red with rage. “Nuh-uh! I’m plenty Big, thank you very much!” she said, her defensiveness amplifying her immaturity. Not that she was prepared to acknowledge that as she doubled down, “And weren’t you supposed to be sleepy? Little babies shouldn’t fib. It’s not very-” She cut herself off, abruptly reaching forward to steal the bottle back from Stacy.

Tragically, Ellie’s reflexes were nowhere near as good as they were when playing video games. Having seen Ellie’s next move from a mile away, Stacy dodged Ellie’s advance effortlessly. She then used Ellie’s momentum against her, grabbing her by the wrist and yanking it down harshly to shock Ellie into submission. “Little babies also shouldn’t backtalk. Maybe you need to be reminded of that,” she said, landing a single smack on Ellie’s crinkly bottom.

It may have only been one hit but that was more than enough for Ellie. Between that and Stacy’s vicious tone, her heart was beating with genuine fear. Though, this wasn’t the kind of fear that made someone hide under the covers. This was an erotic kind of fear, propelling her to obey or else see further wrath inflicted upon her. Usually, Carol was the only one to have this kind of effect on her so for Stacy to trigger this reaction within her now was a display of power she was unprepared for. “O-Okie,” she said, her arousal growing yet again.

“There, that’s more like it,” said Stacy, claiming the vacant role of caregiver that Connor had left up for grabs. Positioning herself next to Connor in Skye’s crib, she leaned Connor into her before presenting him with the rubber-topped bottle, “Open wide, baby. Mama Stacy has something that’ll make you feel all better,” she said, carefully easing the bottle in between Connor’s lips and tilting it upright like she’d see Mal and Latasha do numerous times. She smiled cruelly as a fiercely dehydrated Connor eagerly lapped up the bottle, “There you go. So docile and pathetic. Letting yourself lose all control…in more ways than one. I wonder what Latasha will think when she finds you like this. I’m not so certain she’ll want to keep a pitiful pissbaby on her payroll. Don’t worry, though. If that happens, Mama Stacy will let you come live with her…as a dolly, of course.”

“That’s enough!” shouted Riri, refusing to stand idly by so that Stacy could live out some caregiver revenge fantasy, “You had your fun with Connor but he’s still the one actually in charge here. Do you really think Latasha will fire him for this? We both know this whole charade is over as soon as she’s home. She won’t just let you take over her nursery because you want to.”

“WRONG!” yelled Stacy, trumping Riri’s volume by a significant margin, “THIS is an ABDL roleplay daycare. If I want to be a Big moving forward, that’s MY decision. I pay to be here, same as you.”

Stepping back from the crib as her confidence faded, Riri could argue a lot of things but she couldn’t deny the truth in Stacy’s statement. There were no rules barring anyone from participating in caregiver RP. As much as she wanted to fight Stacy on this, her only real argument had fallen flat, leaving her with no choice but to stand by and let Stacy have her way.

Stacy didn’t need a verbal response from Riri to know she had won this round handily. A sadistic smirk formed on her face. Having put both Ellie and Riri in their places, she resumed her feeding with Connor. This was her nursery now.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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[redbuddi]

Hey I was watching the vod for Ruff Trigger and you mentioned reading a whole bunch of 'Person Dies and is Reincarnated into the World of a Book Series They Already Read' books and so I was wondering if you've read 'I Favor The Villainess'? Because I may be a little biased because gay women but that one is really good.

Also do you have any specific recommendations for books/manga/etc in that genre?

I have! I tried it once a while back but for whatever reason it didn't hold my attention. I read a few chapters again after getting this and I dunno what I was thinking before, I like it a lot.

As for the many Reincarnation Manhua I am reading, and I am reading a LOT so do not question my knowledge, I have a data sheet and everything, here are my top five in no particular order. Note that these are specifically "Reincarnated into a Pre-Existing Story" Manhuas and not just "Reincarnated" ones, if they were the list would probably look a little different haha. Don't even get me started on the "Rebirth" category.

#1: Not-Sew-Wicked Stepmom

Status: Ongoing. Currently on season hiatus.

Synopsis: An overworked korean seamstress dies and finds herself reincarnated into the body of the evil step-mother from Snow White. Luckily she wakes up before the story proper begins, while the princess is still a small child, and so she decides to bow out of her bid for the throne and spend her days spoiling her adorable step-child. However, she soon realizes that her former self wasn't the only person trying to exploit the system for power, and that the world of royalty hosts beneath-the-surface a cycle of cruelty and abuse that could destroy the future of any child. Thus, she must do whatever it takes to ensure that the lovable little girl grows up as happily and healthily as possible.

Story Quality: 4/5 A well-paced and expertly woven narrative that keeps the story moving at all times without burning out the reader with too many rapid developments or twists. The only reason it isn't a 5/5 is because I don't know how it'll end.

Art Quality: 5/5 A sweet and expressive art style that does a good job blending in the typical CSP assets while still standing on it's own.

The Drip: 5/5 Every outfit the characters wear is stunning and suits them perfectly, which is to be expected given the series' fashion theme but still greatly appreciated in execution.

The Love Interest: 3/5 While he's a good character and I like him, I don't particularly care if he and the main character hook up. This could change as the series goes on, however.

Spiciness: 3/5 Occasionally suggestive, but overall fairly tame and normal.

Is it worth paying for? Absolutely.

#2: Beware the Villainess!

Status: Complete

Synopsis: A college student is reincarnated into the body of the nasty villainess of a romance story she had read shortly before dying. Determined to not suffer the same fate, she does everything she can to completely sequence-break the narrative and do things her own way, up to and including befriending the main character, rejecting her princely fiancee, and recruiting a derelict side-character as her right-hand man. But little does she realize that this world won't take her changes lightly, and the characters she knows are not as one-dimensional as they first appear....

Story Quality: 4/5 Clearly thought out and well-executed, the story does an excellent job conveying the ideas it presents. Currently my gold-standard for the "Villainess Sequence-Break" subcategory.

Art Quality: 4/5 Well-executed and expressive, but a little too generic for my liking. It does what's expected of it well, but rarely goes above and beyond.

The Drip: 4/5 Good outfits, including some that make me very gay, but nothing spectacular.

The Love Interest: 4/5 I wasn't with it in the beginning but ngl, by the end of the series I was really rooting for these two.

Spiciness: 4/5 Generally a 3/5, but occasional moments of sexuality do occur, although it doesn't really hit until the special episodes.

Is it Worth Paying For? Debatable. I don't regret paying for the whole thing but if you have better restraint than me you can tough out the wait-until-free episodes and save yourself some coin.

#3: Surviving Romance

Status: Ongoing. Currently on it's second season.

Synopsis: Chaerin Eun has been trapped in a romance novel for a while now, and today is the day her love interest will finally confess to her and the two can live happily-ever-after!

Things do not go as planned.

Story Quality: 5/5 While I am being careful to not reveal too much, the quality of the story doesn't just hinge on how surprising it's twists and turns are. It has something to say and so far it is doing an extremely good job saying it.

Art Quality: 3/5 I get what it's going for but I do still feel like it could be better.

The Drip: 5/5 This series doesn't let the fact that everyone is in school uniforms stop it from having some striking and downright iconic looks.

The Love Interest: ???/5 : )

Spiciness: 2/5 Good lord, could you imagine?

Is it Worth Paying For? I say yes, but only because it's a currently running webtoon and therefore the only episodes you need to pay for are the most recent ones. I don't know if my answer would be the same if this was a completed webtoon or a series on Tapas.

#4: Villainesses Have More Fun

Status: Ongoing

Synopsis: A bad-bitch korean business woman is reincarnated into the body of Reilynn Candimon, the villainess of the novel she had been reading, and a character that had greatly frustrated her. Using nothing but her powerful personality, she decides to make the best of this life and peace out from the main story to enjoy her riches. So why does the main character keep picking fights with her?

Story Quality: 3/5 A fun read that doesn't take itself too seriously. You wont be enraptured in a deep and complex narrative, but you'll have a good time and enjoy some genuinely engaging characters.

Art Quality: 3/5 Exactly what you expect from this kind of series and nothing more.

The Drip: 3/5 Some outfits are nice, but some of the ensembles the main character walks around in are downright tragic.

The Love Interest: 1/5 I deadass keep forgetting who it's supposed to be, and then I remember he's a cop.

Spiciness: 2/5 Pretty mild.

Is it worth Paying For? Only if the scanlation is really bad.

#5: The Villainess' Stationary Shop

Status: Ongoing. Currently on Season Hiatus.

Synopsis: A korean woman wakes up in the body of Meldenique Bebelloa, the villainess of a romance novel. In the original story, her character dies after trying to stop a romance between her fiance and her half-sister. Determined to not end up like that (and not too interested in the prince anyway,) Mel ditches her terrible family in order to live out her life's dream of running a stationary shop! (Essentially a store for school supplies that typically also sells toys and candy.)

Story Quality: 4/5 A kind of generic story is elevated by a cute and likeable characters, a lighthearted tone, and highly satisfying moments of catharsis. Be warned, this manhua is kind of addictive.

Art Quality: 3/5 Passable quality but nothing noteworthy.

The Drip: 4/5 With the extravagance and glitter of most other manhua, this series offers a delightful palette cleanser of cute and modest outfits that greatly demonstrate the character's personalities.

The Love Interest: 4/5 I'm not terribly invested in the romance, but the love interest is a stoic bad boy who is extremely easily flustered by the idea of kissing or even... holding hands?????? It's a fun change-of-pace and makes scenes that would typically be eye-rolling a little more enjoyable as the coolguy is the blushy one.

Spiciness: 2/5 The love interest would probably die if he saw a boob.

Is it Worth Paying For? I had fun with it but again, be warned, it is highly addictive.

#ask #asks #i am the reincarnation manhua master #i know all

[mortumslab]

Remembering to be Human - Chapter 1

Hello! This is the first chapter of an ongoing series where Sidestep (Arya) openly tells Julia she loves her, taking place at Hoots after therapy. This story is to fill the little hole in my heart until Revelations comes out. I expect to essentially write an entire ending for my own Sidestep. If I make some lore errors, please let me know! There will also be an NSFW version on AO3 soon, for now - it will fade to black.

Enjoy!

(TW: suicidal ideas, actions and thoughts - not in super extreme detail but implied. Bodily fluids - not that kind.)

Bonewizard

(p.s. below is an introduction to the villain in question)

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“It’s times like these that remind me why I love you.” 

Fuck. Did you say that out loud? 

You did. You didn’t mean to, but your guard was down with how raw you felt after your session with Dr. Finch. And Ortega had those classic, warm eyes that always worked before you died.

You’re out of your seat and out the door before you know what’s happening. Hoots was dimly lit, and the sudden sunlight disorients you. You’re around the corner and retching before you know what’s happening, the panic attack at the therapists and your sudden burst of emotions completely overwhelming you. A second panic attack. Shit.

You’re dimly aware of someone holding your hair back - the bright grey, nearly white braid pulled away from your sight as you expunge whatever was left in your stomach. Bile splattering the brickwork.

“Hey, everything’s okay,” a voice says behind you, nearly a whisper and coated in affection. You’re trying to regain your breath, and Ortega rubs your back as you cough up the remaining phlegm.

“I… I didn’t…” But you did. You did mean it. You’ve circled this subject since she found you at the diner, but of course, you were reckless and careless with your emotions. With whatever remained of them, at least. Whatever Heartbreak might have taken from you, this remained. Somehow.

“I love you too… for what it’s worth. I should have told you back then, but I was… I was too worried about what everyone thought. And unsure of what I wanted.” Ortega’s voice sounds like it’s miles away, but yet so crystal clear. 

You turn around slowly, unsteadily, to face her. She’s beautiful in ways you could never properly understand. Wiping the drool from your mouth, the taste of bile heavy upon your lips, you say, “I guess you might not want to kiss me now.” She smiles and kisses your forehead gently, lingering affectionately.

“Can we go somewhere to talk?” Ortega looks pensive, as though she isn’t sure if you’re sure about what just happened. You’re not sure. Loving her, you’re sure of. But why would you, Heartbreak, the villain? You’re hiding two very dangerous secrets and on the pathway of diverging them all. Heartbreak may not be a killer, and you know you’ve seeded doubt into Danny and Chen’s minds. But you still put half of the team out of commission, and, by definition, you’re still a villain. You still operate outside of the law.

“Yeah… I think… I think that would be okay.” The words tumble out of your mouth. You’d think the Rat King was influencing you if he weren't across town. The little guy seems to get so excited when your thoughts drift to Ortega. Everyone loves Ortega.

The cab ride is silent. Of course, you can’t read what’s on Ortega’s mind. It’s a blessing and a curse. With her, you’re normal. You’re not the alpha-level telepath. You’re just Arya. And ‘Just Arya’ needs to figure out what they will do when the silence ends.

On the one hand, Ortega is going to interrogate you. Gently, obviously, but insistently. Fleeing now would be silly, and Ortega wouldn’t let you. You’ve gone too far with your emotions. Been too open. She wasn’t ever one to quit, and now that you’ve said the magic words, she’d move mountains to reach you. On the other hand, you’re Heartbreak. You shouldn’t need to feel like this. Should you? From the moment you donned the armor, your behavior has mirrored Sidestep’s. True, Heartbreak’s mannerisms let you be more hostile and more flamboyant, but you’re still taking down villains. The museum, however, will be the point of contention. You lost control. You wanted to be stopped. Maybe not consciously, but you’ve spent enough time reflecting to realize this. Perhaps that’s why you’ve gotten so reckless, so bold. Each step in your plan to unseat the powers that be was more dangerous and foolhardy than the last.

You’re running scenarios, and every outcome seems like either your death or arrest. Or worse, remaining unloved. So what will the great Heartbreak do? The great villain, the one rattling the cages of the corrupt system? 

You begin to sob uncontrollably in the back of the cab.

Ortega is holding your hand but seems lost in thought, that is, until you start to sob. Startled, you feel a static shock run through your hand, enough to pull you at least out of an ugly cry. Instead, you’re shaking with tears streaming down your face, ruining what makeup you’d put on this morning. 

"Arya! Hey, it's okay!" She's speaking softly but forcefully. Trying to calm you down without startling you. Worried you'll tuck and roll from the cab as her apartment comes into view. She's not entirely off base, but she's cradling your head, and that would make it difficult to eject yourself. You don't think this is usually how telling someone you love them goes. But this is your first time, after all. 

The cab lets you both out, and the driver gives you both a worried look before peeling off. He likely recognized Ortega and didn't want to stick around for whatever came next. Approaching the front door, your sobs are quieter as memories flood into your mind. Homemade dinners. Secret affairs. Victories won and battles lost, leading Sidestep and Charge to the same locale. It feels like home despite your awareness of how alien you are, how inhuman you feel, how incurably wrong you've become. Evil thoughts plague you again. You told Ortega you loved her and panicked.

You crash onto the couch, dimly aware it's not the same old beater you and she stole kisses on. Breathing more regularly, you look up at Ortega who looks startled by your erratic behavior. But she also looks wistful. Like she can't believe you're here. She sits next to you, sliding as close as she dares as if you're a wild animal, liable to lash out. 

"So..." She starts. 

You turn to look at her slowly; you're aware you look like a raccoon now, the reflection of the T.V. not pulling any punches.

"I died at Heartbreak," you say. Obviously, this is not what she expected you to say, and her knowing smile turns into a worried frown. "And I need to explain why I'm still sitting in your living room." You're not sure what your plan is, and like most things you've done as Heartbreak, you're improvising. Your stoicism and arrogance as Heartbreak crumbles around you. The mask you wear is cracking. Arya's and Heartbreak's alike. 

"And... and I need to tell you what they did to me. What they made me into." You feel angry, not at Ortega but at them. At the Farm, the Directive. For making you break her heart. Maybe now Ortega will do you the service of ending your reign. Of putting you down. You can only hope as that's the best outcome. 

"Arya, I don't understand. Who's 'they?'" She looks confused and worried. You sound like a conspiracy theorist. "And you can't have died, you're right here." She puts a hand behind your head, caressing your slender neck. 

You need to move. Move. Move. Your brain is screaming at you to run, but your heart tells you to spill it all. You never told her this when you were Sidestep because you didn't realize how much you loved her. Maybe you did, but you couldn’t let yourself hope. Couldn’t break the spell. The dam is open now. Every secret will come to light today. 

Jumping up, you get some satisfaction in seeing her startled - maybe it's just that you're keeping some level of mystery or control - perhaps you're just becoming manic. You start to pace the room, and before you can stop yourself, you remove the jacket you're wearing and toss it to the floor. Ortega is looking at you with as much nervous concern in her eyes as she had when Psychopathor fell all those years ago. No, don't get caught in the memories. You stop for a moment, then, looking Ortega directly in the eyes, you strip off the mesh top you always wear. As your heart is now known to Ortega, so are your chest and arms. Only your sports bra remains. 

For a moment, nothing happens. The orange tattoos, marred with the apparent attempts to escape the Farm, and life permanently, are bathed in the light above. 

"I'm not human. That is how I survived." You squeeze your eyes shut, unable to look at Ortega. Waiting for a strike, a bullet, a knife. Anything to end this before you have to suffer further. 

But nothing happens. Well. Nothing like that. You sense movement and jolt slightly as she's standing before you. Ortega lightly caresses your torso, her eyes soft and pensive. Then she cradles your right arm, the one most scarred with your transgressions. She looks at you and asks, "Did you do this to yourself, or did they?" You know she means the scars, not the tattoos. "I did," you answer softly, not meeting her eyes. "Oh, Arya," she says as she throws her arms around you. She kisses her neck and cradles your head as she backs away. She's searching your eyes as if the explanation is there. 

"What did they do to you?" She asks. 

"Please... please sit down." You mumble. She does so without question and sits, her eyes locked on yours.

"You obviously know about Re-Genes. I'm a... a cuckoo. Built to deceive. To lie. To infiltrate. They grew me in a lab, boosted me, subjected me to psychological torture. Part of their process, I guess. It’s supposed to produce telepaths. And for years, I was fed the lies that there was nothing outside the Farm." The words are just spilling out of you. 

"The Farm?" Ortega asks softly; she looks strange - a mixture of anger and fear. Neither of which are directed at you. You may not be able to read her emotions, but you have seen them before. And the target never lasted long. 

"It's somewhere in Nevada." You respond. "It's where they make Re-Genes. Where they made me."

"So... so what happened at Heartbreak?" Ortega asks this as if the name alone will send you into hysterics. You're surprised it doesn't. 

"When I... jumped... I should have died. Cuckoos are equipped with something called a pain gate. it numbs the pain for us. And that, coupled with the Directive being present at the scene, meant no one was going to question why an ambulance suddenly picked me up." You know this is going to be a difficult explanation since so much of it is likely propaganda installed by the Farm. But you do your best.

"When I woke up, I was back. Back at..." you choke back a sob, Ortega makes to get up but you wave her back. "I was back at the Farm. And I knew it was over." You watch Ortega out of your periphery, your eyes locked on the floor. "For 2 years they tortured the truth of Heartbreak out of me. Whatever she did, it broke me. It made me more powerful than the Farm knew and I had enough agency left to fake it." Ortega looks like she's about to interrupt and you cut her off, predicting the question. "Heartbreak was an experiment. I don’t know who created her. But the Farm wanted to know how it affected me. And her power did something to me. And I think it did something to all of us. But as a telepath, I was empowered... kind of. The Farm wanted to know more. The telepath gave me enhancements and powers that I didn't have before. At the cost of my emotions."

"What do you mean?" Ortega looks enraptured. 

"I thought I needed to sacrifice something to escape her. Being a Re-Gene, the only viable option felt like the emotional need to keep living.” You stifle a manic laugh, it sounds hollow. “I’m not even real anyway.”

"You are. You're real. You're Arya... I..."

"No," you're angry. Not at her, not really. "I am a lab-grown freak. My life was always forfeit. And when I saw into Heartbreak’s mind what they did to her, I knew it was my fate.” This was true. You'd always felt like you weren't in control. “And then they left me to rot. To shut down. But I didn’t. I held on. And, after enough time, I escaped.” You say this so quietly. Because you know this is where you believed you were forsaken. Forgotten. Unloved.

And this leads you to your second truth. The one that's going to hurt the most.

"Ortega, they broke me." You hear the pleading in your voice. "They stripped me of whatever dignity I had left and rebuilt me. Took parts of my memories, stripped what they needed and filled the remainder with lies." 

You know they were lies now. Ortega reached for you. Chen looked for you. The Farm lied to you. 

"And I need you to understand that I only ever wanted them to face justice.” You’re afraid. This truth is going to get you killed. “I couldn’t let them get away with this. Not again. Not after…” You falter.

“You’re Heartbreak, aren’t you?” Ortega doesn’t look away.

If your brain were any more of a computer than it already is, it might have buffered. 

“I… am. And I don’t regret the actions I’ve taken, but I do regret not telling you sooner.” That is true. Though you might never have told her had today not already been an emotional disaster. 

Ortega is silent. She is looking at you, but you don’t notice. You’re on your knees now. Sobbing silently as you expect her to kill you. Kill you for embarrassing the Rangers, for upsetting the status quo, for being in love. 

“I’m sorry for the lies. For hurting you. For hurting all of you. For being less than human and tricking you into falling in love with me. I think the Farm… I think they altered my memories.” Your eyes are still closed, head bowed. “They made me believe you’d stopped caring. I was so angry. I felt so betrayed. It wasn’t until I’d already… until I’d already become Heartbreak. Then I realized how wrong I was.” You were wrong about them, your friends. But you weren’t wrong about your cause.

“I expected to be stopped, to be killed.” You continue before Ortega can do or say anything, though you feel her - not her thoughts but the ozone. The burning taste was familiar, the one she had before every battle. But for some reason, it doesn’t feel directed at you. “I regret hurting the Ranger, but I don’t regret what I’ve done since,” this time, you do look up, and you falter as Ortega is kneeling in front of you. She’s so quiet for such a large woman. “I won’t stop. Not until I’m killed.” 

Heartbreak hasn’t killed anyone. You’d never permanently hurt any other heroes besides the Rangers and Handyman. Unfortunately, they'd gotten in the way but you dealt with them as humanely as you could. Even Blaze. Though you hardly hurt him and really, you had seen a way out. Though that backfired. The money you’d stolen from Umbral had gone to charity, and despite you doing so anonymously, your name was still attached to it. News outlets had postulated you were simply a vigilante, an anti-hero. You know vigilantes don’t attack other heroes, though. 

“I can’t go back.” Your eyes are closed again, tight. “If you’re going to bring me in, please just kill me. Bring Steel if you can’t. The Farm will get me again if you don’t and I would rather die. They can’t take me again… they can’t… I can’t…” The tears. You won’t let the Directive take you again. The thought it almost too overwhelming.

Falling.

Falling. Dying. Revived.

Tubes. Green. Terror. Torture.

Shaved head. Indecent. Exposed. Petrified.

You don’t have control. You’re out of control. They’re in contr—

Then there’s pressure on your lips. Hard. The heat breaks you from your panic.

Ortega is kissing you as though you’re her lifeline. Confusion races through your mind. She’s supposed to be angry. To hate you. To fear you. You broke her shoulder, you bruised her heart. You nearly killed her. 

You break from the kiss prematurely, spluttering, “Wait, Julia, I don’t…” You never call her Julia… what’s just happened?

“I knew something was wrong.” She speaks for the first time in what feels like hours. “I read Ochoa’s article, and you called Heartbreak your origin story. Only one person returned from Heartbreak.” I’m not a person, you think, but you’re not going to interrupt this time. “And she seemed to come to the same conclusion. Someone who knew the truth was enacting justice. Vengeance, maybe. But righteous, nonetheless.” She pauses, looking at you with those brown, beautiful eyes.

“And I was following the threads. Heartbreak, the person, wasn’t doing serious damage to innocents or heroes. They were just causing the right amount of trouble. I was even wondering if you were even a villain at all. Chen expressed the same. Danny, well, Danny was hurt badly during the gala.” You look down in shame. 

Danny’s scream has haunted you for months. Herald didn’t deserve that. “But then you started to train him, and we watched your sessions. More for education than anything else. And Chen and I wondered where we’d seen that style before. We realized we hadn’t seen it since Sidestep… and I’d seen it at the gala. The false pretense of precognition, the misdirection. You knew everything before it happened and were controlling the battle.”

“Then why let me continue?” You’re confused now, well, even more confused. You’d been as careful as you could be, but you knew the charade would end eventually. 

“Because you were doing a good job… you alerted the media to Devereaux, to Carter. The District Attorney was following your leads.” She smiles softly. Oh fuck, she’s proud of you. She idolizes you. This was not the expected response.

You’re on your feet suddenly, pacing again. This doesn’t make any sense. She’s supposed to hate you. To hate your skin, your flesh, your ideals, your actions. Why? Why doesn’t she? 

“Why don’t you hate me?” The question sounds weird, but then you realize you said it out loud. 

“At first I feared Heartbreak. They—you reminded me of regrets. Of mysteries left unsolved. Chen had looked for you. He never told me if he found anything. But when you’d told me the people I worked for were the villains, you seemed so genuine. Even though you’d just beaten me silly,” she laughs softly, massaging the shoulder you’d dislocated. “My idiot self started to think about what you’d said. I usually don’t listen to the villain monologues, but with your name, it was hard not to. Your anger didn’t make sense, not until now, though.” She traces your tattoos with her eyes. She knew Heartbreak was hurting but didn’t know why.  

“Is that why you never confronted me again?” You’d wondered why Ortega, of all the Rangers, never attacked you. Even Lady Argent had. And she seemed to do it out of enjoyment, rather than justice.

“Partially, Chen and Argent wanted to test you further. To some degree, they wanted to see if you were a villain or a future ally. Especially since you’d broken every expectation. The bomb that went off at Carter’s was the first clue. You helped Chen rescue over a dozen civilians. Without question. Then the money? Villains don’t donate to charities. And they don’t do it anonymously. Your actions with the DA? Unheard of. All without a casualty. Better than can be said for the Rangers.” Bitterness. She’s been doubting the sanctity of the Rangers for awhile.

“So… what are you going to do?” You’re confused and scared. She can tell. She can see you shivering. It’s not cold, it’s adrenaline and fear. 

“What I should have done ten years ago.” She stands up, and before you can sidestep, she has you in her arms. The kiss is soft and tender at first. It deepens as you relax. Then she breaks away.

“I love you, Arya.” She says it with such passion you can’t help but believe it this time. It’s all laid bare. She knows you now. She might not know all the horrors you’ve endured, but she’s seen your secrets and hasn’t recoiled. “And I think we can talk shop after I show you just how human you are.” She lifts you easily into your arms. Holding you like a bride. You just go limp because otherwise, you might end up on your ass. 

Fade to black - this is private (or on AO3)

#fhr #fallen hero #fallen hero retribution #fanfic #literally so i can get a happy ending bc I am sad

[luckystarchild]

Sometimes I get a little... frustrated... by the reactions to Lucky Child.

(No one is doing anything wrong. This isn't a callout post.)

Fiction that is serialized one chapter/installment at a time over a long period of time suffers from "No Instant Answers Disease." In a book, if you have a question about something that occurs midway through the narrative, you can read to the end and (most of the time) get your answer unless the author forgets the plot thread or something. But with serial fiction that is incomplete, you can't keep reading. You just have to sit with whatever the plot point is, wondering.

Sometimes LC (and most ongoing work probably) gets comments that express frustration over something that I, the author, know will get resolved eventually. But on a few specific topics, folk consistently will write comments that accidentally imply I'm like... writing about pointless stuff?? And I KNOW they don't mean to imply that, and that they're just giving an emotional response to the drama I MYSELF CREATED, which means it's impacting them emotionally and that means my writing of the subject was successful, BUT it's still a little frustrating on my part when people seem to imply that I'm wasting time/words/story on something "useless" or "pointless" or something that "doesn't matter." FRUSTRATING that they think I'm just wasting words!

But it's not frustrating in a "they're wrong" kind of way, mind you. It's frustrating in a "I can't give them any assurances without dropping massive spoilers and now I'm caught between a rock and a spoilery place" kind of way!

Big LC spoilers if you haven't read past chapter 110 or so. Click to keep reading.

Specifically I'm talking about the "None of this is real" plotline. For those who need a refresher, Hiruko implied that the world/people around NQK may not be "Real" by some obscure definition, and NQK spends a lot of time agonizing over what that means in both a practical and philosophical sense, and if it means anything at all.

In chapter 109, NQKagome reacts super emotionally to this whole idea, insisting that the people around her MUST be real. She loves them, and she feels they love her, so the idea that they're "philosophical zombies" that are basically just really good fake people makes her have an anxiety attack. And a lot of readers SWIFTLY sided with NQKagome, and/or they argued "It doesn't actually matter if they're real or not."

It's that last argument I find really frustrating. The implication that "this topic they're spending time on doesn't matter and they shouldn't even worry about it" is, unintentionally, kind of implying that the time we're spending talking about the concept itself doesn't matter, which is in turn an implication that it has no bearing on the plot/story/characters, which is kind of a sideways comment about my writing/storycraft itself. It's implying I'm spinning my wheels on useless crap.

And I know that's not what's intended by those comments, which are instead likely just emotional reactions to a heavy concept, but like... "Hey author, this thing you've devoted thousands of words to doesn't actually matter or have a point, I think it's useless for the characters to care about it" is a frustrating thing to hear.

Because it does matter.

I wouldn't be writing about it at such length and in such detail if it didn't matter.

But I can't like... explain why it matters, or even the DEGREE to which it does or doesn't matters, because even hinting at how big (or small) of a deal it may be could be SUPER spoilery if you're even a LITTLE good at deducing metanarrative. So I just have to sit here nervously laughing to myself going, "Heheh, yeah, uh, it toooootally doesn't matter at all, noooo... (*nervous fidgeting*)" and feeling frustrated that the reader doesn't trust me to write about things that "matter."

Oh god, this is a trust issue. I just figured that out now while writing this.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that if LC were complete, you could just read to the end and figure out why/how it matters instead of implying it's a useless waste of time, but LC isn't complete, so...you can't. BUT I also know that the impassioned responses to the "Is this Real?" question show just how deeply the topic gets under people's skin, and that's great for me as a writer, because it shows me where I can focus to get people emotionally invested. Even the most hostile "this sucks and this topic shouldn't matter" responses show me I've struck a nerve, which is a GOOD thing in the end. I should take those comments as compliments.

But all in all, I GUESS those frustrating responses and my reactions to them indicate how much I need to finish the damn story, so maybe this frustration is a good thing in the end... but please, for the love of fanfic, please TRY and trust that if I spend a long time talking about something in the story, it's probably because I'm laying the groundwork for plot later. Don't fall prey to "No Instant Answers Disease."

"Just trust the process and let me cook." That's the moral (antidote?) here.

And that's my rant. Thanks for reading.

#luckychildfanfic #yu yu hakusho fanfic #hiruko #yu yu hakusho fanfiction

[g0tmilkx3]

Sure Looks Strange to Me II

You met Emerald Haywood purely by chance. You didn’t expect to go through a near death experience with her but stranger things have happened.

WARNINGS: Explicit, NOPE spoilers, swearing, crude jokes, death mention, suggestive language, oral sex (female receiving), pillow princess reader, this story is lesbian so yes the relationship moves very fast for no reason, written like a romcom, not proofread

Dividers by: Firefly-Graphics

Part 1 Part 2

You once again found yourself wasting away at your dreaded place of employment. Since his recent breakup Angel was spending more and more time at Fry’s — loitering, if you wanted to get technical. Whether it was firing off trivia about his favorite band or wandering around the store hoping Al didn’t kick him out. Angel was determined to waste time at Fry’s awaiting more extraterrestrial news from the Haywood’s.

Turns out passing out during an attempted alien invasion didn’t drastically change your life like you thought it would. In any event it actually made it less exciting. Everything else paled in comparison to seeing what you saw that night.

Your coworkers thought you and Angel were on drugs and the Haywood’s were likely sitting at home traumatized. You hadn’t heard a word from Emerald since that night. Although you were waiting for her call you understood that what happened that night was bigger than some crush. But that didn’t stop you from longingly staring at your phone when no one was around. Reading the last message she sent you, post intergalactic experience.

Em Haywood ❤️🐎: ‘I really really REALLY hope I get to see you again and actually take you out on a real date 😅’

You replied expressing that you hoped for the very same thing. Since then it’d been radio silence between you. While it hadn’t been that long since you last seen her, it felt like a lifetime had passed. You couldn’t stop thinking about her smile, her voice, and her touch. At times you swore you still felt her lips eagerly pressing against yours, blessing you. But you were quickly brought back to reality and reminded that there were miles and miles of space between you and that space was only growing with each passing minute.

The day dragged on like any other. Work was mundane as usual. The hushed chitter-chatter of patrons filled the store, blending in with the sound of buzzing electronics.

“I think we could get on Oprah for this” Angel began “I mean it’s not everyday that she interviews the people who made contact with actual aliens” he hopped on the counter swinging his feet in excitement.

“If anything Oj would be the one on Oprah” you replied, preoccupied with an online order.

“Yeah but without my expertise in setting up the camera system it wouldn’t have been caught on film”

“Hey! I helped too. Plus there was something blocking the camera.”

“Yeah right,” he scoffed “you were staring off into space for the better part of the instillation.”

“I wasn’t just looking off into space-“ you stopped typing and turned to him “I was looking at a cloud.”

“What’s so special about a cloud. Was it Emerald shaped?” He teasingly questioned.

You sucked you’re teeth at his comment but his words made an alarming realization plunder into your head.

“The clouds!” You exclaimed scattering to pull up the Haywood’s camera system.

“Dude, they asked me to stop looking at their shit.” he complained as he hesitantly dragged his gaze to the beaming screen. He was only human after all.

“Never mind that. Look!” you maximized the frame and sped the footage up.

You tapped your foot waiting for Angel to notice what you noticed long ago. But, he only gave the screen a doe eyed once over. The ongoing time-lapse didn’t phase him. He only saw the constant movement of white clouds before a baby blue sky.

“The view is pretty?” He guessed “you know you can go back whenever. I’m sure Em wouldn’t mind if you-“

“Angel look at that cloud” you pointed to the middle of the computer screen. Your finger rested against the static cloud standing out amongst all of the others. It didn’t take much longer for his unamused expression to morph into anything but.

His eyes were the size of saucers as he stuttered out “w-we have to tell them!”

“Hell yeah we have to tell them” you exclaimed excitedly.

Angel didn’t wait for you as he exiting the work van and started towards the immobile cloud.

“I thought I told you to stop looking at our cameras…” Em complained following behind Angel.

You watched her as she watched your friend.

“Hey,” Oj gruffly greeted you “what’s all this about?”

The sound of your voice greeting Oj made Em whip her head around to face you. She smiled sweetly when she saw you trotting behind Oj, trying to keep up with Angel.

“But I’ve always enjoyed a surprise drop in!” She clamped her hands together, dragging her heavy gaze over you.

“Holy shit it’s real” Angel peered up at the cloud you found yourself staring at not too long ago.

“I told you!” You also gawked up at the phenomenon. But even that wasn’t enough to top what you’d seen the other night.

The Haywood’s joined the two of you. Starring up at the sky, seeking the thing that had you and your best friend gawking.

Once Angel replayed the footage over the past few hours for the siblings a shadow of dread cloaked the room. Em was the first to suggest that she and Oj had enough proof. They did it. They had the money shot.

But you all knew deep down that this wasn’t enough. Not enough for Oprah at least. Maybe enough for a YouTube video which would amass thousands of views, if that.

This feeling was confirmed when the four of you stood in each other’s space, letting fear vibrate your bodies. Oj uttered something after a beat of silence that made the hair on the back of you neck stand on end.

“…what if it’s not a ship?”

His words struck you sending electricity shooting through your body. You and Angel looked to each other apprehensively. In that moment you knew there was no turning back. You were in this until the end.

Emerald and Oj spoke to each other in hushed voices bodies turned away from you and Angel.

“I don’t know about this Angel” you began quietly “this is getting way bigger than I expected.”

“We can’t just split now” he replied “I can’t at least”

“Well if you’re not leaving I’m not leaving, be serious” the thought of leaving behind Angel made your stomach hurt.

“I am!” he pushed air out through his nose “let’s just sleep on it”

You found yourself staring at Emerald again. You barley knew her but you felt like it’d be a crime to leave her. Especially with the discovery of whatever that was. She turned to you, catching your worried eyes. Her expression mirrored yours.

You were on the cusp of something earth shatteringly magnificent. And in that very moment, you all knew that you only had each other.

“So you sleep in this RV?” Your eyes wandered around the small space “why not just stay in one of the rooms in the house? There’s like a hundred.” You sat on her bed leaning back a bit, using your hands to support you.

On the wall before you a collage of photos adorned a cork board. Each frame captured special moments from Emerald’s life. With every image you sunk deeper and deeper into her world. You saw who her friends were and what she enjoyed doing. Her bright smile didn’t miss a photo. There was a man printed in most of the frames. He was older and had a wise look behind his eyes. You could see it even through the camera lens. After gracing a picture of she and Oj sitting on either side of said man, you realized it was her father.

“Eh,” she glanced out the window towards the place she once called home “Oj would work me to death. Plus, I can’t get much privacy in there. Y’know?”

She took a couple confident steps forward, cloaking your eyes from her gallery. Once she was close enough, her knee gently nudge yours apart. She regarded you, her countenance held a hidden secret that you were hoping to find. The more time you spent in her endearing presence the more puzzle pieces shaped together. She was an entire universe — intense and absorbing. What you would give to see her in a room full of people; if she commanded your attention so cavalier she could probably quiet a room filled with people.

“Yeah” you hummed, looking up at her “I know.”

“Do you?” She asked moving further in between your legs. Her amorous stare only seemed to intensify your bashfulness.

Although your heartbeat was accelerating by the minute you felt at ease. You felt like she was supposed to be there looking down at you with her rich brown eyes. She looked at you like you were the only person in the world. Like you were special.

God say something

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. She raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk growing on her lips. She knew how nervous she made you. And if you didn’t like her so much you’d probably be offended at her playful taunting.

You could see the teasing satisfaction behind her eyes. You absently wondered if you were easy or was she just that good.

“I-I live alone because I v-value privacy too, actually…” you somehow found the brain capacity to squeeze out a semi cohesive sentence — you winced a bit at the shakiness of your voice.

She delicately brought her hand to your face. The soft brush of the back of her hand ran softly down your cheek until two of her fingers settled underneath your chin. She tilted your head up getting a good look at your warm face. You looked to her in admiration, silently praying that she didn’t notice your thighs squeezing together.

“Why are you so nervous?” She tilted her head to the side examining you “it’s just me.”

“Yeah, it’s you. That’s why I’m nervous” You huffed rolling your eyes.

She chuckled a bit before leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss against your forehead.

“You’re so damn cute” she breathed before leaning back in and kissing your right cheek then your left. She kissed your nose and your chin before moving to your mouth. Her divine scent filled your senses as you breathed her in. Once again Em Haywood had charmed you into making out with her. But being kissed breathless by the girl who filled your wet dreams satisfied your hierarchy of needs.

Her hand traveled down your body until it rested on your hip. She gently squeezed you there, silently prompting you to lie down. You complied disconnecting from her lips only for a second. Before you could catch your breath she was back on top of you, soft mouth against your neck.

A low moan climbed up your throat as she trailed wet kisses to your sensitive ear. You pulled her warm body closer to yours as a silent yearning for more. Your hands begged and begged until she found your lips again. Soft gasps and groans filled the space with each lost item of clothing.

The cool air surrounding you hardened your nipples and made a shiver climb up your spine. Emerald’s soft tongue massaged yours as her pebbled nipples brushed against yours. That soft feeling alone was enough to send a pulsating pleasure shooting down bellow your stomach. You trembled as she left your lips and kissed down to your chest. Her pink tongue swirled around one of your sensitive nubs before her lips puckered and gently sucked there. You pressed your hand against your mouth struggling to keep your embarrassing moans down.

She soon began alternating between gently biting and groping your breast, all the while paying special attention to your tingling nipples. A building pleasure pounded between your legs as she kissed down to your belly. Delicate lips gently brushed over your panties before her tongue dragged over you. She pressed her tongue against your slit, dampening the thin cloth even more. She repeated the action, adding more pressure. You threw your head back against her soft pillows, the smell of her filled your nostrils. The moisture between your legs grew at the intrusion. You gasped letting your shaky legs fall apart even more. Your fingers tangled in her soft fro. She hadn’t even made direct contact with the valley between your legs and already you felt yourself rushing towards satisfaction. She used her index finger to push your drenched panties aside, you moaned as the cold air blew against your throbbing clit.

“All this for me?” She questioned, her fingers already dipping into you. The sounds of squelching and breathing filled the space.

You moaned out a breathy ‘yes’ as she puckered her lips around your clit, gently sucking there. Her fingers continued moving around inside of you until she pressed against a spongey area making your mouth fall open and your back arch off of the bed. You could feel her smile against you as she pressed that spot inside of you over and over again. You were shaking by the time your orgasm was climbing over your body. Beginning at your toes and making its way up your legs. She pulled away mouth wet with your arousal.

You groaned in both frustration and lust as your eyes landed on her. She climbed over you pressing her lips back against yours. You let a sound of pleasure slip past your lips, tasting yourself on her hot mouth. Her hand continued inside of you pumping in and out. The familiar prickling of an orgasm circulated your body.

She spoke against the shell of your ear, noticing your uneven breathing pattern.

“Wanna cum?”

You nodded eagerly pulling her closer.

“Say please-“ she sped up her movements.

“Please” you whimpered before she could even finish her sentence “please, please, please” you repeated like a prayer.

“Then cum for me” she gently bit your ear, effectively catapulting you towards your completion. You absently heard her groan as an orgasm vibrated through your body “that’s right, pretty girl” she mumbled proudly working you through the eruption.

When your body relaxed you could still feel her moving her fingers within you. The soft drag of her fingers in and out of your body pulled another embarrassing whimper from you. She leaned down kissing every sound from your lips, swallowing them whole. Her soiled fingers brushed over your sensitive nub — more sounds involuntarily spilled from your mouth. She didn’t catch them this time. This time she smiled as your sweet moans massaged her ears.

Your eyes were low as you watched your lover bring her fingers to her mouth. She tasted you slowly, a low growl vibrated within her throat. Her eyes were fastened to yours as she sucked on her fingers, tasting you. She leaned down kissing you again, letting you taste yourself again.

You soon settled against each other in her cramped bed. Your legs wrapped around hers just as your arms. She kissed the top of your head squeezing you impossibly closer.

“I think I’m gonna keep you” she whispered as sleep began clouding your mind.

You didn’t mind being kept by her. Not one bit.

Whispers of warm sunlight brushed over your closed eyes, rousing you from your slumber. The fresh air of the countryside swept into the room. Em’s quieted struggling pulled a smile out of you, you watched on as she crept through the door. You blearily rubbed your eyes, vision gradually sharpening until you were able to see her clearly.

She was juggling two plates of food and a cup of orange juice. You stifled your giggling when she finally sat the plates and juice on a cleared surface. Your delighted laughter drew her attention to you.

“Hey!” She huffed rubbing the back of her neck “I uh went to the house and made us some breakfast while you were sleeping” she presented you a plate with a couple pieces of bacon, two abnormally sized pancakes and scrambled eggs.

“Thank you” you took the plate from her hands feeling the butterflies entrapped in your belly go berserk.

“No problem” she cleared her throat “I’m not the best cook, my specialty is actually grilled cheese.” She coughed awkwardly taking a seat on the bed “a-and if you don’t like it let me know we can always go out to eat breakfast.”

Her leg bounced as she watched you take a bite of your bacon.

“It looks amazing, Em” you replied picking up the fork she provided before diving into the divine smelling meal.

“Thanks” she muttered, still watching you. The room slipped into a comfortable silence as you finished your meal. You realized that the radio she kept in her bathroom was playing oldies. You hadn’t noticed how long she’d been watching you until you were finishing up your meal and drinking the orange juice she’d brought you.

“Is everything okay?” you cleared your throat instantly feeling self conscious. Did you do something wrong? Was she waiting to kick you out? Maybe you overstayed your welcome.

“Yeah” she shook her head “I just-“ she cut herself off by finally biting a piece of her bacon. You realized she hadn’t even touched her food. “I don’t want to scare you off or anything….” her sentence trailed off into silence.

“Why would you scare me off?” You raised an eyebrow leaning in a bit closer to her.

“I…” she didn’t continue her sentence, instead she sighed. Her sigh was deep and long. Something was stressing her. You silently read her mannerisms. She was trying to say something. But it seemed as if she was having a hard time formulating the words. This surprised you because from your few interactions with the girl she’d always knew what to say. She never stumbled over her words and she was confident in herself. It was refreshing.

“Are you sure you’re alright?“ you frowned eyeing her “I can leave if you’d like-“

“No!” Her animated voice echoed around you effectively cutting your sentence off.

“Okay…”

“Sorry” she exhaled “I like you” she nervously watched you. Her eyes were darting about your face as she tried her hardest to read you.

“I like you too?” You replied raising a curious eyebrow. You thought the night before said it all.

“No like I really like you” she articulated her sentence a bit more this time. It was clear that she was trying to convey how deep her feelings for you were. “Like I miss you and you haven’t even left!”

“Oh…” you wanted to say more, but that was all you could manage. Your heartbeat thumped with you. Faster and faster until your breathing became bursts of breath. Your blood rushed to your neck and circulated your face. Her words were as intense as her gaze. She was seeking something in your eyes.

She was looking for reciprocation.

Were you feeling the magnetic attraction that she felt? Was it impossible for you to stop thinking about her too? Did you spend time rereading your text messages as well? When you see her do your knees buckle?

Surely not. Surely if you felt the same way you would’ve said something by now.

After a few beats of silence she cleared her throat, breaking eye contact with you.

“My bad” she cleared her throat again, this time chancing a glance towards you “that was probably weird…”

“It wasn’t” you breathed. That sleeping spark of hope swam back into her pools of brown as you continued “I just don’t know what to say.”

She hums in understanding. A smile that you grew to adore began creeping back onto her face.

“I really like you too” you matched her elation.

“Good.” She scooted closer to you.

“Good.” You inched nearer to her until your noses brushed. She blessed you just as she has many times before. You blessed her back. Your mutual devotion molded together. Your spaghetti straps were being pulled down when there was a knock on the door. Em sucked her teeth after she pulled away from you.

“If it’s not one thing it’s another” she pulled the door open and groaned at the person she saw.

“Hey I’m putting tarp on the cameras because there supposed to be rain” you were surprised to hear Angel’s voice.

“….and why are you telling me this?” She raised an eyebrow at your friend.

“I couldn’t find Oj-“ he stopped short catching a glimpse of you “Dude, what the fuck I’ve been trying to text you!” He pushed past Em and entered the small space.

“I literally don’t have any messages” you checked your phone finding no new messages or missed call notifications. “See” you showed him your phone.

“Ah, the connection out here is shit” he rolled his eyes as he shrugged his shoulders “any alien sightings or just…” he winked.

“Hey, I’m still here” Em called from behind Angel “I didn’t even invite you in”

“You’ve given me aliens and you’re hooking up with my best friend. We’re basically family.” You recognized Angel’s teasing tone but Em’s bewildered expression told you that she did not.

You laughed shooting Emerald an apologetic look. Behind her Oj pulled up, driving the golf cart. He squinted in an attempt to shield his eyes from the sun.

“Em, I gotta go pick up Lucky” he called “you coming?”

“Ha!” She replied before bursting into laughter. Behind Oj’s disapproving glare you saw a hint of a smile growing on his face.

What the rest of the day held was unknown to you. Not one of you knew what was to come. You wondered what lied up above in the sky. Was something watching you or following you? Was there something lurking behind the clouds; following your every move waiting to greet you. There was only one thing you were sure of. The skies looked strange out here in the Santa Clarita Valley. They sure do.

#sorry this took so long guys #I hope you like it #em is a cute nervous wreck towards the end #nope fic #nope #em haywood fic #em x reader #emerald haywood #emerald em haywood #sure looks strange to me #angel torres #lgbt #oj haywood

[morallyinept]

Jett,

Lol, I just wrote you the longest note, and somehow, right when I went to hit ask after proofreading the whole damn thing, it deleted and did not send. I think that message was letting me know to do the too long didn’t read version. Lol, so my long story short question was, do you have any ways to keep track of ongoing blogs better? I, of course, follow each writer and any update blogs that they have, but I still feel like I’m getting overwhelmed with notifications and missing the ones when the next chapter of their fic posts. I know Tumblr is not easy to navigate, but I’m just wondering what other people do. I’ve been fortunate enough to find a lot of older series that are complete, and of course, there’s no issue there, but with the ongoing series, unless they have a dedicated tag list, the follow and update blogs are a little hard to keep track of… And I feel like I forget… Thanks, ADHD… And I can’t remember where I’m at. I am using my hashtag to save my favorite series and characters and one shot, but with all the reblogging I’m doing now, thanks to your original advice to support writers. It’s not as easy to navigate unless I’m using my tags.

Thank you again for all that you do and making this such an inclusive site, especially for newbies like me… Teaching us the ways to be kind and support writers and overall have a better sense of community on here because even though I’m not a writer, I do feel really welcome and a big part of that is to your Support and blogs of how to navigate this insane little site.

-Lisa

Hey Lovely Lisa! 🖤

Oh noes! That's so annoying when that happens, isn't it? 😖 But gosh, thank you. I'm really glad to hear your experience is positive and welcoming. And that you feel that I've been a part of that makes me really happy, thank you. 🥹

So, maybe check this post out if you haven't already, because in it I talk about a few ways of simplifying your Tumblr settings, such as filtering your notifications and setting up Blog Subs to specific blogs you want to follow and not miss things from them.

Turn on notifications on the blogs you like and don't want to miss updates from. Sadly, tagging usernames is so glitchy and doesn't always work. I have that issue right now with tagging people who want to follow along with Adrift With You. So I'd always recommend turning on the notifications for each blog you don't want to miss things from.

Using re-blogs is a massive way to stay organised and using tags to do this is so helpful.

For example, I tag any fics that I recommend as "Jett's Fic Recs" so I can go back and search that tag on my blog and find every fic I've ever re-blogged using that specific tag. And you can create your tags relevant to you too. This is probably the most effective way of staying organised on your blog that I've found.

A Google search will show you how to do all these things for both mobile (Android and Apple app) and the desktop version of Tumblr, if you're not sure where to find the settings etc...

The new Blog Subs feature is gold. I follow like over 800+ blogs I think (?🥴) so by filtering some of these into my Blog Subs is a life saver when there's a specific blog I don't wanna miss anything from. It's easy then to switch between your feeds.

I know some people create a side blog specifically for re-blogging things. I can barely manage one account so that doesn't work for me personally, 😅 but I know a lot of bloggers who use it and it works really great for them.

It sounds like you're already doing a lot to stay organised. I'll throw it open to anyone else who has tips that help or works for them etc... but essentially the re-blogging with tags, and turning on notifs of the blogs you like, is the best way to go.

If you wanna talk more, or have any more questions, feel free to plant yourself in my DMs lovely.

Love you! 🖤

#jett's asks #moots you wanna smooch

[powertaco]

2023 Writing in review (Today's promptmas at the bottom)

Long one inc- 

Another year has come and gone. Or something. 

Promptmas was a thing. Kinda fun I think. Hopefully (even though a few are still left) everyone liked their lil promptmas fics!

Burning WhiteRose and Cinwin were far more requested than I thought they would be, so that's neat. I will say Hailstorm (WR+Nora) is the most unique pairing I was asked to do tied with JBS so that's fun.

Not sure why I decided to start them like two weeks before December instead of any other time, but hey. Getting sick kinda blew, and means Shattered Moon will be finished come new year. Apologies BottledLemon for that one, but instead of the story being maybe 10k the first chapter alone was about 8k. 

My inability to be compact strikes once again. 

Plans for next year are to write more, and get better at writing, which is an ongoing process. Also fun would be to get ever closer to getting DWR out of rarepair status (we’re almost to 75 as of the time of writing this which is 3/8th of the way there!).

It wouldn’t stop me from writing them because I have issues, but hey them is the breaks. 

Favorite short non DWR story this year? 

Probably Shot to the Heart 

Something about it just being a quick want a nail with a start and end point was fun with a large amount of fun work to do fleshing her out as more than an extra Jaune harem girl. 

Plans for next year include a lot of work. In theory I’d like to finish ALL of my current WIP’s which leads me to a question. Do you prefer the random update schedule like before? Or do you/would you prefer it to hyper focus on one story ala Altered Paths or In Plain Sight where I focus about 75% of the story updates on a fic until it’s done then go to the next one?

Do you have any preferences for fics you'd like me to update first from my WIP's? Do you have a pairing you'd like to see (leave this in the comments por favor)

Next to last: Out of all the promptmas fics which, if any would you liked to see turned into short stories? Take your pic, and leave a comment or reblog with the answer so I can count it.

Finally for those of you that do read the fics what would you say I should work on improving most? Pacing, plot, dialogue, etc.

Goals for the next year are to get back into shape and hit my ee dan belt (kinda slacking on it tbh), write more, and improve the writing. Probably try to save money too, but I'll just end up comming more stuff for my goobers.

Have Tiny Samus wishing you a happy holidays and new year from her favorite gift box.

Promtpmas 28- When Doing it Wrong Goes Right-

Weiss had always known Ruby was special and strange. She never seemed to do anything right, or at least right by her fathers standards.

So in that regard she shouldn't have been surprised when she didn't even manage to die right.

Have some girls for the road!

#rwby #writing #death's whiterose #whiterose #plus young maria #frosensteel #royal snipers