#i threw the rest under a read more since the post got long but the top half has the main info!!

[clarislam]

Writeblr Intro: Jan. 2023 Edition

Hi there, fellow readers and writers! I’m Claris (she/her).

I originally had this blog under the name mysticalauthoress, but changed it to clarislam in April 2022 to be more aligned with myself as a writer.

I write a wide variety of works such as poetry and fiction. I also post book reviews and fanfics weekly, though expect more of my focus to be on original works this year!

Click here to check out my website!

See this Carrd to find links to my website, other social media, and fanfiction!

Fiction:

I published the first book in my murder mystery series, “Winner Takes All: A Harlow Mystery” in June 2022, and you can click here for more details about it! Please feel free to support me by buying a copy, spreading the word about it, or even requesting your library to get it in their e-catalogue. I appreciate all the support in my writing journey.

I’ve also had some short stories and poetry published in various literary magazines and collections, and I hope to have more pieces published this year!

Current WIPS:

"An Engagement To Die For:” The sequel to “Winner Takes All,” the murder mystery that I self-published last year (June 2022)! It’s currently going through some beta readers at this time.

“Sadie And The Search For The Missing Necklace:” A kidlit fantasy book inspired by Gwyneth Rees’ Fairy Dust series and Daisy Meadows’ Rainbow Fairy series. The title is not final, and should be considered a working title until further notice. 

A fantasy novel inspired by the video game series King’s Quest. I am currently still writing its first draft. I hope to figure out a working title by the time I finish writing the draft!

Fanfiction:

You most likely know of my writing fanfiction for The Last Story, Bravely Default/Second, or even Escape The Night. 

Recently, I started posting chapters for a new The Last Story/Super Smash Bros. crossover fanfic! You can read it on either Fanfiction.net or Archive Of Our Own!

Check out the posting schedule on my site (or on my Tumblr blog) for what you can expect to see from me!

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Writing advice that I think can be helpful

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[anadiasmount]

u and jude being in the same friend group and ur all together on a trip, though jude has been in love with you since day one and on the first night there u two sleep together, leaving u confused and wishing for more knowing things couldn’t be the same after the special night <3

no one knows - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: request above!

wc: 2.5k | masterlist | jude’s masterlist

psa 🗣️: hii!! ik i said this would be posted sooner but i got sidetracked (what’s new… also don't hate me i didn't proof read...) ANYWAYS... this does contain small bit of smut so minors dni! like always hope you enjoy 🤍

the soft waves of the hammock you laid on rocked slowly as you stared out into the almost night sky. the different shades of orange now purple and blue, tiny star appearing in the distance, waves hitting the shore making the whole atmosphere just at peace. it was a king day of travel, having missed your first flight due to a delay on the train.

you had arrived last, but it didn’t matter because you were finally with your friends, wanting to make most of the trip you had planned. you changed into a knitted crème color swimsuit, loving how it fit and hugged your figure, accentuating your curves and pushing up your cleavage just right.

everyone inside was asleep, but you couldn’t go to sleep without wanting to watch the night fall. you loved the beach, the smell, the feel of sand, how your hair went to its natural state, and the feeling of freedom. you quickly got distracted by the click of the door opening, footsteps approaching where you were.

“hi,” you squeak as you see jude lean against the palm tree pole, shirtless and wearing similar shorts as your bathing suit. “you okay? you were the last to arrive and your here alone,” jude asked softly not being able to hold back the gulp at how dreamingly your body looked under this ray and light.

“i’m okay… just can’t sleep for some reason,” you stifle a small laugh, “plus i haven’t seen a view like this in so long, i just wanted too see it, i mean take a look.” jude obliged, looking around in a daze at how the night sky looked now. “yeah you’re right… i feel at ease,” jude nodded.

“how come you’re still up? is everything okay with you?” you sat up, propping your elbow and the back of your hand resting on your temple, your full attention on jude. you couldn’t deny but feel a tad bit confused he was here. jude never really spoke to you an when he did it was short and simple. so you wouldn’t be surprised if he made small talk and left.

“jet leg i guess? you’d think after all the constant travel i’d be used to it but it’s always difficult to fall asleep after a long flight for me,” jude explained taking a seat on the wood chair that was by the balcony. you hummed in response, your hand dragging up from your thigh to your hip letting it rest.

you sensed he wanted to tell you more, his fingers tapping against his massive and toned thighs, his eyes adverting from you to the sea. jude wasn’t shy, quite the opposite, and he knew in this moment it was now or never. “do i make you nervous?” you ask slyly, standing and walking over to him. you hated feeling awkward and left out around him, and you needed to know the reason behind it.

jude was a complete different person in his games, in public, around your friends, yet, he treats you so differently which threw you off the edge. jude roamed your eyes from your tanned shiny legs, your curved torso and bust, his heart stammering against his chest as you looked so willingly and utterly beautiful. “or do you just hate me?”

“hate you? why would i hate you?”

“don’t know… you tell me. it’s like this every time we’re around each other. the tension? you can’t even look into my face? you barely speak a word to me? if i’ve done something to offend you, let me know so i can apologize,” you spoke dearly, following his exact movements by roaming your eyes on his figure. legs spread out begging to be touch, abs defined, with veins adorning his arms. jude was fucked, all he could think about was you in this damn bathing suit and the silly theory you made in your head.

hate you? that’s impossible.

“what if i told you it was the opposite? what if i told you i’m infatuated by you?” jude looked up, standing and over towering you, your gaze shifted from confident to shy. your eyes lowering as jude looked down at you. “that when i’m around you all i can think about is you. how you look, smile, talk and walk, smell… it’s so infuriating to be this madly in love with you and not being able to do a thing about it…” jude confessed, drawing the air out of your lungs, like the wind that breezed the night sea.

“i feel like you’re lying to me…” you couldn’t help but say. a hesitance of insecurity, and that’s there’s absolutely no way this man was in love or was confessing any sort of feelings when actions proved otherwise. “why would i lie to you hm? i’m being completely truthful here y/n,” god the way he said your name had you trembling your knees. “you can’t be jude. we’re so different-”

“that’s what you think, and it’s all in your head. tell me this second you don’t feel it? the magnitude sensation for me to approach you? i can see it in your pretty face darling. now it’s you who can’t even look at me? or yet talk,” jude inches closer to you, seeing your chest rapidly raise up and down.

“you’re everything to me… i’ve had to resist myself because i have no idea if you feel the same way. i’d rather love you from a distance than be embarrassed and you not liking me back…” jude traced with his fingertips along your forearm. “don’t you see it? everything i’ve done it’s because of you… i wouldn’t be here if you weren’t y/n. i just want you…” his pleading and vulnerability in his voice had you gulping a response.

“let me show it to you hm? how you make me feel… how you deserved to be treated,” you nodded feeling the heat rise in you. the familiar desire to be wanted, appreciated, touched by a man like jude. “please jude…” you said in a small whimper, looking up where jude had a hungry gazed, lips slightly open. “show me-”

you remembered how cool the wall was when he hit your back against it, kissing you deeply, so messy and hot. how his hands traveled from your side and around your spine, gripping your ass as he ran his tongue down from your jaw and pulse point. you could feel everything, how big jude was, how hot his skin was to your touch, how desperate the need was.

he had dragged you to his room, his lips never leaving yours any second. it was so vivid in your head, how your back pressed against his chest, how his fingers slowly traced your abdomen down to inside your bottoms, his fingers covered by you slick coat, adding the bit-test of pressure on you clit rubbing it in small circles. all you could focus on was the determination and how hot he looked like this.

jude untied the bows from your bottoms, freeing you completely. he felt like he would die any second, this was real and no turning back. he could’ve watched you all night like this. so sensitive with the smallest touch.the familiar burn in your tummy when he sunk into you with a forceful thrust, hips curling and rocking to pleasure waves of emotions, the heat between your legs as he talked you through it all. the flicker in his eyes when you moaned and begged his name, how your nails scratched against his back asking for more and more.

“you belong to me… don’t you forget that y/n…” he kissed you sloppy, pushing one last thrust and spilling into you. it wasn’t just one round, he made sure to take you against the wall, balcony, shower, and the small couch in his room, in many positions too. he wanted to savor the moment like he imagined. this was way better than his dreams and thoughts in his head. you were so tight, so wet, very much made exactly for him.

the heavy weight on top you made you wake up early. you were used to waking up this early, but not with a hot body on top of you. with one eye barely open you looked at the digital clock, showing just before 7am, the whole house quiet. you looked around before your eyes landed on a sleepy jude, tucked between your arm and head nuzzled into your neck.

your heart raced, not being able to control your confused and guilty emotions. last night was real then? not a sick dream in your head or a movie, it had happened here in his room. “oh shit…” you whispered, chest sinking down as your controlled your breathing. you had to get out, feeling a tad stuck and rushed in space. this wasn’t supposed to happen… even though it felt so right. so meant to be.

you had managed to sneak jude to his back without waking him up. his lips pursed and brown drawn in, breathing heavy. you changed quickly back to your bikini, leaving the room how you had remembered. you ran a hand against your hair, the need to throw water in your face to cool the warmth in your cheeks. you weren’t used to this. you never did one night stands or had friends with benefits relationships. if that’s even what it was.

you couldn’t help but think maybe jude was lying to just get into your pants. you had seen how jude was like when around other woman. but you weren’t other woman. you we’re y/n. the shy but outgoing, smart but naive, and overly patient y/n. you didn’t want it be like them, or seen like them either. all you could think of was him. his brown eyes and stupid gentlemen demeanor.

you avoided him anywhere he was or walked in. the only way you could escape and let go of things was this. you weren’t used to this and didn’t have much experience so you did what you were best at which was ignore jude. but even your friends had noticed you were off and that there was a glow to you. drawing attention from everyone and the person who caused it all.

a small part of you did have a twinge of faith… what if he wasn’t lying? what if everything he proved to you last night was exactly how he felt? what if he was madly in love with you? that you were the woman of his dreams? that it wasn’t just sex and there was raw emotions included?

the ghost feeling against your back made you shiver, realizing it was jude who stood behind you, locking you with both arms extending out to cage you in as you cut up fruit. “you left me this morning,” jude spoke into your ear, feeling your weight shift from one foot to another. “i didn’t want anyone to catch us,” you say shaky, making up a lie knowing part of it was true.

“you’re lying to me…”

“am not. let me go… i-i-i need to bring this outside.”

“you are darling, you think i didn’t notice? you can’t even look at me without talking to me, and you’ve ignored me the whole day thinking i haven’t realized that,” jude let you go but followed behind you speaking a little louder. “lower your voice! i haven’t said anything to anyone!” you hiss, grabbing his wrist and dragging him to the pool room. “what is it you want from me?” you say pleading.

“i want you! i thought i made that clear last night. not just with sex, but with my confession? before we fell asleep? don’t tell me you forgot that,” you shook your head. “i’m just having trouble to process all this, jude… i feel like we’re making a huge mistake…”

“to whom? to our friends? or to you?” jude asked sincerely. you always seemed to put them first over yourself and jude noticed that. “why would it be a mistake? if at the end of the day what we have is real…”

“jude it’s been one night together between us! look at us now! i can’t risk our group falling if we don’t work out jude! it’s not fair to them, to me and you!” you tried to reason but jude shook his head. he stood up from where he leaned, his broad frame over towering yours again.

“why are you so adamant we won’t work? we’ve barely been given a shot here! you’re overthinking it y/n. they don’t have to know a single thing pretty girl, not unless you don’t want them too.but for once think of what you want and your heart desires. not what your friends say. forget them and for once think about yourself,” jude spoke, grabbing your hands.

“i want us to work more than anything y/n. i’m not lying to you and have never gave you the reason either. i’m a good man y/n. just let me in here,” he poked your heart, seeing a sad smile appear on your face. “we can’t be so quick to judge without even trying! why is it so hard to do that? i just want to be with you, i’ve suffered enough as it is already,” jude was pleading, wanting to do anything to keep you here with him.

“and if we do and i lose you jude? people have walked in and straight out of my life. what if we try and it’s going so well just for us to part? i can’t handle losing someone else i love,” you whimper, tears of exhaustion and pain let out. “imagine me now and then? i’ve always thought what’s best for myself and i’m just confused jude… why me?” your voice sounded strained and from another dimension.

“why not you? you’re perfect y/n. anyone who thinks other wise must have been dropped into their head. you have everything that makes me so drawn to you… your eyes… your smile… your way of being… your hair… your everything. you’re everything i want and i’m willing to prove that to you however you ask. just let me be the man you need pretty girl…” jude rested his forehead against yours, his thumb stroking your jaw as you began to fall deeper into this new wave and world with him.

“no one knows. just me and you jude,” you kissed him feverently. the aching burn in your chest as he kissed you with such devotion and power. you shivered beneath him, arms wrapping around his neck and pulled him closer. jude let out a small groan gripping your hips and pushing you to his lower body. there was no self-control here, no professionalism. he quickly became your favorite taste, and feeling. just two humans brought together in the most correct and soulmate way.

two humans who had no idea what was ahead of them.

#judey thoughts 5️⃣ #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham smut

[toskarin]

As someone knowledgeable about MMOs, and given the topic of SAO just came up. If you were to write a .Hack/SAO/Log Horizon style story, what kind of things would you focus on? I personally feel like there are a lot of different elements of MMO culture anyone writing about them could really delve into. So I'm curious what Tumblr user Toskarin would choose.

condensed

back when I played Perfect World, it had some empty spaces. this wasn't uncommon for mmos, and if you can name one older than 15 or so years, you can bet there were vast empty spaces on the world map that existed to pad it

but they were important! sure, they added nothing of obvious value and could cynically be read as existing just to pad travel time, but they also made the worlds feel bigger than you what you were doing in them. and more mysterious.

some friends in my guild and I got a message one day that one member was going to roll a new character and wanted help levelling. a complication: their starting zone was across the sea.

a few friends and I volunteered to swim across the sea to their zone. there were definitely easier ways to go about it, but setting out to do something just to see if it was possible seemed fun

now, they may have changed this since then, but the sea in Perfect World felt strange in a way I haven't seen any game really emulate since. the sky was a dull, and as was the fashion, everything was a bit muted. the sea itself was opaque, and when you swam under it, there was a significant amount of grey-blue terrain that seemed to stretch on forever into the fog

and of course, there was fuck all in it. nothing alive. no monsters until you got close to a shore. just vast empty sea that you swam through, only your friends' characters to break up the odd stillness of it. you probably turned the music off at this point, too, so there was only ambient sound and splashing

this is because you were supposed to fly over it, if you crossed it at all. and because there wasn't really a good centralised source of knowledge on these things, it wasn't really clear if it was entirely empty

the trip there was fine, if a bit boring and lonely. during the trip back, I accidentally clicked on something in the middle of the ocean

now, there weren't supposed to be things there. I had my friends, but I clicked on a monster, and when I swam down to look at it, I saw that it was actually an enormous sea monster

so I pinged one of the guildmates swimming with me and they thought I was lying, so I showed them, and then we repeated this several times until everyone in the group had seen this weird thing that felt like it came from a schoolyard rumour

Ancient Sea Dragon. 99,999,999 health points and none of us could find anything on it posted online. it was pretty common for players to run into it and be shocked, but we didn't know that

so we naturally let the rest of the guild know, got a hunting party together, and spent the better part of a day just whittling its health down

with the benefit of hindsight and documentation of this thing existing now, I can spoil this and tell you it didn't drop anything, but this long down the line, I still think about how deeply surreal it felt to stumble on an enormous sea monster in the middle of what my brain had come to understand as a liminal space. the sea was supposed to be mostly empty, and here was this thing

which is a very long way to introduce what I think is lacking here: we need more of those enormous empty spaces that leave characters with nothing to do but talk and feel completely isolated. sometimes you get to a sprawling castle city and it's completely empty because the players moved on. sometimes the devs threw an enormous monster in the middle of nowhere just to fuck with you, and that was kind of cool even if it sucked

[spookykoolkat]

eddie munson blurb | after work

idk wat this is i just thought about it cus why not lol

tw // 18+ only, smut blurb, fingering, touching,

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eddie loved seeing you asleep in bed when he got home from work. a long day of standing and talking to customers about his favorite records wasn't the worst, but coming home to see you snuggled into his sheets and pillows made it worth it.

he was also very pleased when you decided to change out the style of panties you wore. he didn't mind the skimpy ones you liked to wear, he loved them, but something short circuited in his brain when he came home to see you in your usual sleeping position, in fetal position with no blanket covering you because you were snuggling it like a pillow.

the curve of your ass was steep, and all he could see where the boy shorts you decided to throw on after your shower.

he didn't know you could look any sexier sleeping, but like this? the fabric of the tiny boy shorts was stuck between your ass, riding up enough to bite into the curve of your waist so he could see your bare hip.

and still in his uniform, he practically wiggles into bed with you and snuggles into your back. his hand liked to play explorer as he rubbed the dip of your waist down to the curve of your ass, ghosting his fingers up and down the crack of your ass through your underwear.

"baby," he whispered in your ear, letting his fingers lift the waistband up and tease the fat of your cunt.

"mmmm," you hummed, slowly gaining consciousness as you became aware of the feeling. you slowly shift to face him, making his touch pull away from you just to be connected again as he threw his arm over your waist to pull you in.

"you're home," you smiled sleepily into his chest.

"i am, baby, you miss me?" he asked, letting his hands go down to grab your ass.

"a lot," you answered and kissed the shirt that was on his chest, your hands sliding up under it and resting them on his bare chest. your hands were so cold compared to his, and he loved it.

his hands on your body didn't help the wetness that grew between your legs, especially since you did touch yourself before he came home. all you could think about was him, and when he was going to fill you again.

"like a lot," you whimpered and tugged at the belt on his jeans, unbuckling it and doing your best to wiggle your hand in his pants.

he lets you, nothing but a smile on his face as he feels you reach inside his underwear to palm his soft skin. you always loved feeling eddie.

"i missed you more," he bantered, his hands still gripping at the fat of your ass and thighs, "let me treat my baby right, looked so pretty for me sleeping like this,"

he moved his hips into your hand, letting you start to stroke his hardening cock. his hands traveled down your ass and into your underwear to spread your ass cheeks, teasing both if your holes from behind with you pressed into his chest.

"gonna let me fuck that pretty pussy? or do you wanna make me cum in my pants before i can cum in you?" he asked and you smiled, looking up at him. you felt his fingers start to rub your hole and you hummed in satisfaction, never getting used to the feeling of when eddie fingered you.

"why can't you do both?" you suggested innocently. his fingers were curled inside of you as you pulled his cock out of his underwear, stroking the tip with his precum.

"you're a bad influence," he teased, sinking his fingers all the way inside of you to watch your face curl into pleasure.

"maybe you shouldn't be around me then," you sighed in a moan, eddie's fingers never failing to fill you up. he enjoyed feeling you squeeze his fingers the way you did, he loved knowing he'd be the only one to feel you like this.

"where's the fun in that?"

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check out my kinktober masterlist! going 2 try to post daily :p thank u for reading and all of the reblogs and likes! 🩷🖤🩷🖤

#eddie x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x reader #smut #stranger things s4

[koffeewife]

SHURI X JAMAICAN READER

Summary: A night out at the club takes a bit of a turn when y/n’s favorite song comes on and she starts drunkenly singing it to shuri , it’s the songs unique lyrics that takes shuri over the edge…

Warnings: tipsy reader, high reader, high shuri, implies smut (I’m too scared I’ll ruin it if I write smut lol)

(A/N: post writing this I am just gonna say hats off to all the writers on this platform because it is so fucking hard to translate an idea into a flowing story and I think this is the first and last time I try to do so 😭)

Soooo I’ve been on tumblr for a while reading and interacting but I never dared to write anything..but THIS scenario played out so nice while I was driving and smoking. This song was playing and it started from there you can listen to it but idk if it’ll actually go with the story so the choice is yours. If this is shit tell me immediately I’ll take it down and stfu forever 😭🫶🏾

I don’t plan on translating the patois in the dialog but if it’s necessary pls lmk and I’ll add it !

…here we go🫣 *inhales*

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1:00AM at the club was your favorite time because the normal DJ switched out for a Jamaican one. Who so happens to be your favorite cousin.

You and Shuri decided to go out together to get some drinks in a more social environment rather than staying in like you had for the last year. Getting tired of hearing the complaints that “ Y/N put a spell on our Queen” or better yet “The Queen is pussy whipped” This was the perfect place to show face and vibe discreetly.

You made the final lick to seal your third blunt of the night. The bass in the club going hard to ‘The Harder They Fall’ by Koffee.

“Perfect song to spark the blunt to.” Shuri your girlfriend of 3 years chuckled.

The first pull was harsh but the second was sweet. That’s how you earned the name sour patch from your stoner friends.

“Here baby” you passed the blunt over. When your eyes locked so did your knees, it was a good thing you were sitting.

“You know you look really good when you’re high.” You boldly said. Shuri chuckled in reply and took a hit.

“If you think I look good so good sthandwa , dance with me”

She abruptly got up and put the blunt out, which forced you as well since you rested on her chest . As you two made your way towards the dance floor you locked eyes with your cousin.

When you saw that dumbass look on her face from the DJ booth you knew she was about to troll you in some way. The previous song seamlessly began blending into an intro you knew too well.

(start playing song here)

*Flash Back*

“Y/N long time mi nuh see yuh up weh mi spin yuh kno!” Your cousin said over wine at her place.

“It haad fi lef yuh yaad when it hold suh much luv .” You chuckled. Shuri was by no means keeping you from going out. It was more so you kept each other inside.

“Suh it guh when yuh get a gyal wid a ten outta ten ehhhhh!” You couldn’t help but bust out at the song reference she made.

“Gyal yuh nuh easy!” You laughed .

*Flash Back Over*

As soon as the bass dropped in the song you turned your back to Shuri to whine your waist.

Gyal , your pussy good mi gi’ you

10 outta 10

Up inna mi bed mi want you spread out again

“Careful, this same waistline is how you got stuck in the house for a year.” Shuri whispered in your ear, her waist keeping up with yours as she caught everything you threw.

What a body good , like you mek

outta gem

Hot inna your clothes when you

Step out again

“I’m just showing appreciation for the song choice it’s a tribute to you My Queen.” It came out a lot more breathless than you would have liked but truth be told her waistline was now leading and it was making you dizzy.

A just 10 outta 10 outta 10

Outta 10

Open up your book and mek

Mi tek out mi pen

You turned around to sing the chorus directly to her and the more words you said the darker her eyes sets.

“Slow whine gyal, your so fine

Pussy mek mi cum in no time” you sang.

Even under the club lights you could see the desire swimming in her eyes at the vulgar words you sang to her in your native tongue.

Without you even noticing her hand slide up to house your throat . “ nkosazana uyayazi ukuba indenza ntoni?” (Princess, do you have any idea what that does to me ?) Shuri rasped in your ear over the music.

You couldn’t do anything but stare at her like she hung the stars in the sky herself. The same effect that patois had on her, Xhosa had on you.

It was an instant panty soaker.

“masigoduke ndizokwazi ukubuyisa imbeko sithandwa sam” (let’s go home so I can return the tribute my love.) she ghosted over your lips.

Eyes heavy from the blunts , drinks , and Shuri’s goal to have cum untouched by her voice alone . You closed the gap between you two . The kiss was slow and deep but by no means was it romantic.

Her tongue danced with yours aiming to fuck you in the filthiest reaches of your mind. You knew if you didn’t leave now you would absolutely let her take you where you stood and no one would dare to try and stop the Black Panther .

You reluctantly broke the kiss with a gasp “yes.home.now.come” you spoke all at once and out of order.

You heard her laughing behind you as you practically dragged her off the floor.

“So you think I’m a 10 out of 10 ehhh” she teased . You tried to keep a straight face but failed thinking you both knew that you were both the 10’ s that made up the highest score.

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*nervous chuckle*😅

#Spotify #shuri smut #shuri udaku #riri smut #koffee #shuri fluff #shuri x reader #shuri fanfiction #shuri fic #koffeewife

[mooooonnnzz]

if you go, i’ll stay // neteyam x gn!reader

💙 neteyam has to say goodbye to the person he loves

1k words

i literally pooped this one out rn

readers gender is not specified

would u classify this as angst??

could be read as platonic or romantic

neteyam smooches u but not on the lips so it can be taken as platonic??

yeah its angst its not too sad tho i think

also thanks for the support on my last post!! you all are too sweet ❤️ got me giggling and kicking my feet

You held your legs to your chest, letting your head rest on your knees. You had your back upon a large tree, the bark scratching your soft skin. Usually, you would hiss from the pain but you were too tired to care, the pain in your back couldn’t compare to how much your heart was hurting. The bright sun that would normally gleam down on your skin and warm your soul was nowhere in sight. Instead, a murky gray cloud took the sun's place. Your body shivered and you held yourself closer to bring back the warmth you would usually feel. “Oh, Eywa..” You whispered under your breath, fingers digging into the skin of your calves. “Why have you burdened me with such strong emotions?” You close your eyes, in hopes of drifting off to sleep. Hoping that when you wake up, you’re back home, swaying back and forth in your snonivi. Neteyam laying down right next to you, sleeping peacefully and everything that you heard not too long ago was a lie. That Neteyam and his family weren’t leaving for good. But when you opened your eyes you were still in the same spot with the same feeling that weighed heavily on your heart. This time though, Neteyam was standing right beside you. His expression is unreadable but you know well enough he’s feeling the same way you are. Upset and everything above else, sad. He lowered himself down and sat next to you. Your ears cast downwards as your tail wrapped around you protectively, the end of your tail brushing your ankle. You never liked people seeing you so vulnerable and so little, even Neteyam who’s been at your side ever since you were little.

“I’m sorry.” That was the first thing he said. You didn’t respond. He had nothing to apologize for, it wasn’t his fault that they were moving to a whole other place, a place far far away from here. When you were younger, you couldn't imagine a life without Neteyam stuck to your hip, it was mentally impossible to think of something like that. You hoped and prayed to Eywa that you and Neteyam would never be driven apart, that you and him will stick together through thick and thin. Maybe you didn’t truly put your heart into it because here you are, looking at him for what could be the last time ever. Your worst fear came true. You were in so much despair, you have never felt so worthless and fearful before. “You don’t have to apologize, Neteyam.” You spoke up, voice so small and feeble. “It isn’t your fault.” You watched how Neteyam threw his head back against the tree, a loud devastating sigh escaping his mouth. He then looked over to you and frowned, ears drooping down a bit. “When you look at me like that, it feels like I have done something to hurt you.” He says, fingertips gently brushing against the petals of a flower. “You have done nothing.” Your eyes glisten with tears and you rapidly blink your eyes. The last thing you would want to do is cry in front of Neteyam.

“Do you remember how we met?” Neteyam suddenly asks, tail swaying playfully at the mention of fond memory. “Yeah, I was climbing one of the trees when I slipped and fell on you.” You remember the way you gasped when you realized you fell on top of someone and not on something. You were screeching out apologies while you helped Neteyam up. “You broke my hand.” He laughed, looking at his left hand, the hand you broke by accident. “I wasn’t able to use my bow for a while.” He said. “I remember being more upset over that than you.” You felt so bad for breaking Neteyam’s hand that every day you would visit him, checking up on how he was doing and how well his hand was healing up. Neteyam always told you that you didn’t have to come every day but the frequent checkups became more of an excuse to see him. He caught onto it when his hand was fully healed and you still came over to see him. Ever since then, you and him were inseparable.

“I’m going to miss you.” You uncurled your legs from your chest and scooted closer to Neteyam, letting your head rest on his broad shoulder. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you by my side.” You admit. Neteyam has become such a significant person in your life that a day without him ruins your mood instantly. How will you manage without seeing him at all after this? “You’ll await my return.” He grabs your hand and holds it, his body turning so he could fully face you. “Wait for me.” He whispered, hands moving to cup your face. His thumb caressing the apples of your cheeks, eyes looking at you so softly you swear you could melt right then and there. “If you promise to come back to me, I’ll be right here, waiting for you.”

Neteyam smiled and pulled you in for a hug. You didn’t know how much you needed a hug until now. His arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you in closer to his chest. You let yourself relish the moment, your head burying into his neck as you allowed yourself to silently cry. You were going to miss him so much, miss his hugs, his smile, his laugh. Everything. There wouldn't be a day that goes by where you won’t be missing him. He separated from the hug and sorrowfully smiled at you, tears of his own escaping his beautiful eyes. He held your face in his hands and you leaned into the touch. “I see you.” He kissed the tears that were on your cheeks. “I see you.” 

“Neteyam!” His ears perked up, a defeated sigh left him. His mother was calling out for him. He pressed his lips against your forehead and cheek. “Wait for me, please.” With one last hug, you and him said your final goodbyes and separated.

You did what he told you to do and waited for his return. But he never did return and you were left waiting for someone who was never going to come back.

i usually dont have a lot of inspo but omg my brain is swimming with ideas and im jus shitting them out honestly gotta write them out b4 they leave yk?? anyways hope u liked this one or not. hope i didnt write neteyam too ooc here 🙏 if you also want to be tagged in any new fic i make, u can comment that u wanna be tagged and i’ll tag u in the next post <33

#neteyam sully #neteyam x you #neteyam x yn #neteyam x reader #neteyam imagine #neteyam x y/n #atow x reader #atow #angst #platonic cuz we need more ppl loving each other as bffs #or romantic whatever you want #romantic #avatar 2022 #gender nuetral reader #omitacaya #omitakaya #neteyam #avatar x reader #platonic love #na'vi x reader

[bas-writes]

Birthday Night

Character: Law Reader: gender neutral Word Count: 1000 CW: fluff, established relationship, birthday fic A/N: repost of old fic (again, broken post...); explains the weird timing for bday fic 😅

He dozed off.

Law didn’t know how long he was asleep before he knocked down the bottle with ink. The bang of crushed glass brought him back to life, but before he lifted his head some of the ink already spilled all over his notes and stained his sleeve. Muttering curses, he rushed to save his work. Days, if not weeks, of research were drowning right in front of him in dark liquid, words patiently scribbled on paper blurred and melted into unreadable smudges. At least, the most important, almost ready list of targets survived with only its corner dirty—but all the bounty posters, the haul his crew had been patiently collecting for months, could be only trashed. Furious, he threw the wet pile on the other side of the desk. Obviously, he made even more mess; a calendar fell this time and Law barely stopped the domino effect when it leaned against books. He sighed. He was too tired for this. He had no proper sleep since they had docked on this island.

Without any unnecessary moves, he carefully cleaned the ink, grouped the notes on those he had to throw away and those he could still save, threw hoodie on laundry pile (without Bepo’s intervention it probably had already developed its own unique civilization) and, finally, started to put everything back on its place. Few smudges of ink on the calendar grasped his attention, his eyes skimmed along dates and fine notes on the margin to stop in the place someone’s beloved hand marked with multiple hearts.

Oh. So it was that day.

Law somehow never got attached to the idea of celebrating birthdays. Even back then, in the times he refused to remember, it had never been a big deal. At some point though the crew had gotten into the habit of dropping small parties for the birthday person and as he was never for, he also wasn’t against it. If they had time (and booze) they were getting some drinks and shared their victim’s favorite snacks. Last year as a present he had gotten an onigiri birthday cake—and well, at a mere thought of it, Law’s stomach loudly protested. When was the last time he ate? He wasn’t sure. He forbade everyone interrupting his work, so the crew probably ignored the celebration this time or treated themselves in the absence of the captain.

He tried to get up and his legs almost gave up under his weight; a painful cramp ran through his left calf. Yes, definitely too less food and too much caffeine. 

“Physician, heal yourself,” he grizzled and limped towards the kitchen. In fear of late-night thieves (Law wasn’t without guilt here), the cook was hiding food, but there was always a hope for some leftovers. Law was so hungry he would consider even a piece of old and parched bread. Anything to fill the stomach that was screaming for mercy.

Much to his surprise, something was left on the main counter. Law, a bit suspicious, turned the light on and almost gasped. Was he dreaming? A big onigiri, neatly wrapped in a yellow ribbon, with nori barely holding together the huge amount of rice and—as he confirmed after closer inspection—tuna with mayo. When he took it, something slid off the counter. At first, he wanted to ignore it, too busy stuffing his mouth with delicious and much needed snack, but something in his head told him to pick it up and look closely. Law immediately recognized your handwriting: ‘Happy Birthday. I hope you’re not overworking yourself again.’ and few hearts, imitating his tattoos. Nothing more, nothing else.

“I hope you’re not overworking yourself,” he read, aloud this time, and chuckled. Was there even one task he had ever done without overworking himself? Another cramp got his leg, so hard he almost choked on his birthday onigiri. Well, so much of your hope. But maybe indeed he could rest a bit? As a birthday treat. And a word of thanks for you.

Instead of getting back to his study, Law headed towards your shared bedroom. Since the Polar Tang was docked, there was some natural moonlight pouring through the windows and he could see your silhouette curled on the bed. He quickly—though not without painful complications—got out of shoes and jeans, and joined you, careful to not wake you up. Yet, as soon as his ice cold hands touched your skin, as his goatee grazed your neck when he hugged you from behind and wrapped his limbs around you, you let out a surprised, dizzy with sleep, gasp and turned to face him.

“Shhh, it’s alright.” Law kissed your cheek. “It’s only me.”

“What time is it?” You mumbled, barely awake. You made yourself cozy in his embrace, trying to blend in with the position he chose. 

“To hell with time.” He caught your lips and sealed the kiss. There was still some lingering taste of toothpaste on you, Law savored it as if he were drinking the finest wine on this side of the Grandline. When parting for a breath, he playfully pulled your lower lip and sucked on it. You mewled and squirmed in his arms. “I missed you so much, you know, Y/N?”

“Mhhh?” 

“Nothing, nothing.” He nuzzled up your nape, trying to not tickle you too much with the scruff. “Thank you.”

His fingers toyed with your hair as he was slowly putting you back to sleep, your breath calming, your muscles relaxing with every skilled move of his hands against your skin. Soon, his body gave up to exhaustion, his tense mind calmed down at the scent and warmth of your body. Last thing he saw before his eyes closed for the well-deserved sleep was a smudge of ink he left on your shoulder.

“Maybe I should have taken shower,” he murmured. 

You were in his arms and in his dreams. And Law knew it was the best he could ask for.

#law x reader #law x you #law x y/n #law imagine #law scenario #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #one piece scenario #one piece imagine #one piece reader insert #bas writes #trafalgar law #gender neutral reader

[stormblessed95]

230328 Jimin Live Stream

Jimin is such a cutie and a precious soul. I'll mostly just focus on the jikook moments/comments though in this post rather than talk about everything/break things down. Not necessarily in order either, just me throwing down the major plot points in a post. Lol

Jimin started a live on his way home titled thank you. He mentioned that he noticed that JK did a live yesterday or technically the same day too since it went past midnight. Lol and that JK spent the live Watching all his videos. “I saw Jungkook-ie watched a lot of my videos yesterday hehe. Ah! a live 1h 40m long” he is so cute I swear. Lol knowing he watched JK Missing him like that 😭🥺

And then JK popped up in the comments and then proceeded to spam the chat the whole rest of the live. Lol it was ADORABLE. Here are good threads of just all his comments

The way JK asked jimin what he was thankful for and Jimins first confusion before remembering that he named his live "thank you." Lol but the way JK said it in very informal language and tone. You'd only ever speak to your hyung that way knowing it's okay and that he was okay with it. It's just consistent with them since always and speaks sooo clearly of how close they are.

The way ARMY threw JK under the bus so fast, sharing about his weverse photo change. It was only there for a minute! Lol

He can't NOT gush about them. It's so cute

Finally going to get to spend more time together after promotions are over 😭😭

No because he really said, when I'm less busy, I'm coming over asap and you will cook for me. Cook ramyeon for me. And JK just immediately gave us that "anything for you" attitude. I MELTED. I TELL YOU

The way he giggles and talks to JK while replying to his comments 😭 my heart!

Trans of the above with JKs comments added in too

It's the way he says it's been ESTABLISHED that im your fan. For me. Yes, we all know that Jungkook is Jimins BIGGEST fan and he has made it very clear. Especially with his little 100 minute live dedicated to said hyung right before this. Lmfao

And the satoori. Because it's them, talking to each other. You know they slip into that all the damn time together. And getting all informal.

And the way Jimin laughs and lightly scolds him for not sleeping when sleepy but instead dancing his choreo and being silly and JK just screams his name (informally) in the chat. Hyungs biggest fan indeed!

And the way that Jimin told us indirectly since it was really just him reassuring JK who was pouting about missing going to any of Jimins prerecorded shows with him that he had been to Jimins rehearsals so it was okay. And I'm just 😭 WE TOLD YALL that they were clearly Still spending some time together, as much as they could. And yet because they are so busy with solo promotions too, it's CLEARLY NOT ENOUGH TIME. They got too used to living in each other's pockets and still want that. Lol I love them.

And the way that Jimin all softly told us that it felt like he could hear JKs voice when reading his comments. IM GOING TO CRY. They love and miss each other SO FREAKING MUCH it's insane. These busy schedules are killer!

And ending with this person's added observations because HONESTLY YES. JK isn't the only one who indicates their closeness and intimacy with how he talks to and about Jimin.

The way K jkkrs were losing their shit yesterday. So many talk spaces titled "no, they are really dating for real" after these lives. Lmfao. Just... they way they talk to and about each other is so wonderful to get to witness every so often. I love them so much it hurts.

#jikook #kookmin #230328 jikook #230328 JM live #jikook on vlive #jikook in 2023 #domestic kookmin #domestic jikook

[randomgooberness]

WHATS UP. SORRY THIS COMIC IS 15 IMAGES LONG LMAO I HAVEN'T USED THE NEW POST EDITOR YET SO THIS IS FORMATTED BADLY. Here's a scene from the hlvraifm au! It takes place not long after the scene where Mind was mean to Gordon about breaking his knee GFDHFDKSJ

THE BASIC CONTEXT HERE IS: Gordon shot at the skeleton that only He Can See, and Mind was already at his breaking point because his withdrawals were setting him off- so nausea with the sudden rage and screaming meant he got sick. He and Gordon have a talk! It doesn't go well(at first)!

If you want to see this conversation resolve itself, the rest is written by me and @shineyfish under the cut! Just read the warnings lol

WARNING: THE REST OF THIS SCENE CONTAINS SOMEONE TAKING DRUGS. IT IS CONTROLLED BUT STILL UNADVISED! It should be obvious but we do NOT condone it LMAO

"Just- just forget about it."

"No, I-! I-I want to know- I want to help-" Gordon said, scooting closer. "And- and you're sick, too- is that what you're mad at me for? That I- that I didn't notice? I-I don't know what even caused it you and I are the only ones who haven't drank the fucking...gross sewage water- but we can- man, I-I'm sure we can take another rest day if we need- or- or I could try to carry you? Dr. Coomer probably could, too-"

Mind was shaking, shuffling backward a little. His eyes were wide as he stared at Gordon, expression filled with fear.

"I'm, I'm good! Get the- back away, please. I need space."

If he wasn't paralyzed with fear he would run. He would run so far from this place, aliens be damned. He needed to get out of here alive. He needed to get out. 

When he said he wanted more answers about him, he didn't mean like this. This just gave him more questions, and made his teeth hurt. 

"I'm just in pain. A lot of fuckin' pain. I can keep going."

Gordon backed up, looking down guiltily. 

"Shit- sorry," he muttered. "...I... I-I dunno if you're...if you've got like, a fever- or how I'd check right now- but-" 

He paused and furrowed his brows. 

"...no...no your suit would treat you for that. Your suit would give you medicine if you got a virus or something- so you're..." 

He blinked, tilting his head the other way now, looking at Mind again. 

"...The fucks going on with you, man?"

Mind’s breath hitched. Shit.

"What are you, a fuckin' cop? Get off my ass about it, I don't need to tell you anything."

He wheezed again, raising his hand to his mouth. God, he felt horrible. Everything ached. He needed something. Pills, morphine, god he will take getting into a fight with someone just for the adrenaline at this point. 

"God I hate this."

Gordon stared at him, worry in his expression before his brows furrowed, and he huffed out his nose, pursing his lips. 

He looked away and opened his mouth to speak, failing a few times in a row, as if he were trying to say something more calm and nice, before looking right back at Mind, lips drawn back in a snarl. 

"You DO need to tell me!" He snapped. "So I can fucking HELP you! You just THREW UP and you expect me not to fucking do anything!?" 

He made an angry, and pained noise, turning his hands towards the ground so they could push him up onto his feet- which made him hiss in pain, but he stood, staring down at Mind with gritted teeth. 

"You're fucking hiding shit and it's setting us back! If you- if you can't trust me how the fuck am I supposed to trust you!?"

That made Mind shut the fuck up. Very suddenly he was Listening Intently, shoulders raised and curling in on himself.

He felt sick again. How his stupid body could even do that to him after already throwing up was a wonder and a curse.

His voice was very quiet when he answered.

"You wanna fuckin know so badly? Fine. I need Oxy, I haven't had pills in days and was banking on the stash I had here, but someone must have fuckin' snitched, cause I couldn't find shit in my locker. Everything hurts and aches, I feel sick and gross and I have had a killer fuckin headache since the stupid rescas even happened."

He growled at Gordon slightly, defensive.

"I wasn't gonna bring shit up because it doesn't matter. I've dealt with withdrawals before, I'm not useless. I know what I'm doing."

Gordon flinched, and blinked at him. 

"...Ohhh. Oh shit-" He said, looking to the ground. "...Ohhh fuck that's- not good! Okay- well, thanks for telling me-" He paused. "...Your suit has morphine, y'know."

Mind's expression withered.

"I am... I am very aware. I'm apparently not in enough pain for it to give me it."

God, he was not having a good time here.

"...Uh," Gordon played with his hands. "...I...look, I-I've never really- gotten the time to look at the blueprints for the HEV suit other than the uh. medical module- mostly so I could uh- know what the fuck it was doing- I...I can see if I can...trick yours into giving you a little? If it'll help?"

Mind yawned again, but his eyes went wide.

"I don't know if I fully trust you to do that."

He weighed his options though, and man he really needed something.

"... Sure."

"...Alright, cool, uh-" 

Gordon moved to scoot closer, before pausing. 

"...Do you still need space, or?"

Mind didn't answer, instead just moving closer to Gordon himself. Being in the same position was starting to kill his muscles.

Gordon sat there, still playing with his hands. 

"...Uh, y-you need to turn around."

He did so without complaint!... Towards Gordon. He was hissing practically the entire time about his joints.

Gordon let out a small, good-natured chuckle. 

"Thanks," he said, before tilting his head at the module. Four screws...

Ideally, he really, really would've liked a screwdriver right now. But he didn't have one. 

...He did have a combat knife he found off of a soldier, though-! 

Twirling it in his hand a few times, he looked at the screws, lined up the tip of it, and made a noise of triumph when it fit! He didn't fucking expect that! Oh my god- why did it-? Nevermind. Didn't matter, he got right to work unscrewing the cover.

"What is that noise for, what did you do-"

Mind was so incredibly uncomfortable with the position he was in. He did not like having potential enemies out of his line of sight, but he couldn't complain about shit or he wasn't getting that sweet sweet relief.

"Nothing- nothing I just- didn't expect the-" Oh, don't tell Mind you had a knife against his back. "Don't worry about it, we're making progress." 

He took off the cover, and if Mind could see him, his eyes would light up a little at the sight. He stuck his tongue out as he focused, trying to be quick for the guy but genuinely fascinated by the machinery. Black Mesa sucked, but the soldiering of the wires was amazing. 

After a few moments, he found a small screen, and an even smaller keypad- annoyingly small. He made a noise of frustration as he decided to use the tip of the knife instead of pressing them with his gloved, giant fingers. 

"Shit...The manual override is locked with a passcode," he muttered. "Uh...Hmm. Okay, gimme a sec, I'm going hackermode."

Mind snorted, trying to keep himself from shaking too much.

"What the fuck do you mean by that-"

"It means I'm trying to crack the damn passcode. Sorry, this might take a WHILE, it- wait what." 

He paused, before letting out a long, long sigh. 

"Was the passcode SERIOUSLY 1234?"

Mind Cackled.

"THERE IS NO WAY THAT IS THE PASSCODE. YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME."

He was in so much pain. And the number holding him back from pain relief was the easiest to guess thing in the world.

"That doesn't even surprise me! Knowing this place, it's probably the code to other things too."

"Let's- lets use that code for everything, now. Fuck it!" Gordon laughed, a grin on his face. 

There was a few rounds of beeping, before he let out a sigh. 

"...Okay, uh- th-the suit uh, has the automatic amount to um- it's automatically a decently high dosage for uh, your weight, I think? It should be the same amount I was given, but uh, I-I'm worried about...it messing with you too much. Are you sure you'll be alright? I can lower the dosage," 

The expression Mind made at the thought of lowering the dosage was something to behold. It took everything in him to be casual about this.

"I can handle it. I don't think this thing accounts for muscle and joint pain, and if it does the threshold is incredibly fuckin high."

"...Okay, man, but uh- let me know if you need me to- I-I dunno. Lemme know if we need to stop for the day cause you feel too fucked up, okay...?" He said. "...Are you ready?"

"Gordon. Please just give me it."

Mind sounded a little out of it.

Gordon stared at him for a moment. 

"...alright man." 

He pressed the confirm button, and watched Mind carefully, making sure he had no adverse reactions.

Mind let out a shaky breath, honest to god about to cry over this. Finally.

It took a minute for the morphine to kick in, but the second that he could feel it he visibly relaxed, pupils dilated. It wasn't as high as his normal dosage for shit like this, but it was close enough to get rid of the pain, and for that alone he was thankful. If he can get through a bit more of Black Mesa without feeling dizzy or sick, he'd be golden.

"Thank you."

Gordon felt himself swallow and looked at the ground. 

"...Right, yeah, of course-" He said. "...Sorry it took me so long to notice you were going through it, man." 

He started to put the cover back on, screwing everything back into place.

" 's fine, wasn't exactly jumping to tell you 'bout it."

Mind seemed... Chiller, honestly. A little disconcerting from his previous demeanor but that's drugs for you. 

He was tapping against the ground now, mostly just to do something with his hands.

"...I can get why. I-I'm a little worried, but I'm not going to judge you, or anything." 

He let out a sigh once the panel was back on, tight as he could get it, and he rubbed at his face. 

"...Are you still mad at me?"

Mind stretched a little, shoulders popping.

"Nnnope. It's just a clip anyway, we'll probably find like... A million more from the military around here."

"Wh- really?? Just like that??" Gordon blinked a few times, tilting his head. Mind turned to face him, a little confused.

"Yeah? Told you, man, 's just the clip I was pissed off about."

"...Okay, that's...alright." He let out a sigh, before struggling to get up again. He grimaced, still not liking walking on that knee. He took a moment to adjust, before stiffening, staring at something behind Mind, who looked over as well, seeing nothing.

After a few moments, Gordon shook his head and whispered something to himself, something about not questioning your own insanity. 

"Let's try to catch up!" He said, eyeing the pipes the others had walked on, and climbing on.

Mind stood up, shaking his hands out a bit as he did. 

He looked at the pipes with a grimace.

"Y' sure you can climb that with your fucked up leg? Don't think the HEV suit can protect you if you fall into the radiation pit."

“I’ll just take it slow,” Gordon huffed. ”Fuck it, right? We’re both drugged up enough, we can figure it out.”

#doodles #artists on tumblr #hlvrai #freeman's mind #hlvraifm #cw: eye strain #eye strain #cw: emetophobia #cw: vomit #cw: drugs #long post

[sugurus-fave-monkey]

Teaser pt 2

(Still a WIP but I’ve hit a block and wanna take my time with the actual smut)

So I wrote a little more and I’m just going to post what I’ve got going on for now. This has a decent amount of spice tho. Part two here

TW: MDNI/ 18+, Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto, no actual sex acts yet but mentions penis’, angst, PTSD, death mentioned, kissing, neediness, blood mentioned (taste), bro I just want them to be together, Gege when I catch you, not edited, not proofread, hoping to finish it over the weekend.

NSFW under the cut

The night air was cold on his skin as Suguru Geto leaned out his dorm window, trying to find enjoyment in the form of a cigarette. As he exhaled, his left hand came to rub at his eyes, the bags beneath them seemingly a part of him, just like his skin. Just when did everything go wrong? How much more of this could he take? After pitching away the rest of his cigarette, he adjusts the towel on his waist, and closes the window. He sits down on his bed, and runs his fingers through his still damp hair.

Maybe he’s being punished? He should have been more aware of his surroundings after him and Satoru were ambushed. Perhaps he shouldn’t have even offered that girl a life, maybe had he not said anything, he wouldn’t have watched her die. That’s all he sees whenever he closes his eyes, her, and that man, the smug look on his face. When he manages to sleep, he is plagued by nightmares, the girl, screaming at him, Satoru’s body, broken and lifeless, and that man, Toji Fushiguru, no, not a man, what had he called himself? A monkey. The only time Suguru had felt real fear in his life, was caused by none other than a filthy fucking monkey.

He felt like the higher ups were trying to isolate him. Satoru, the only person he felt true friendship with was always being sent on solo missions, while Geto was left to exorcise and consume the curses. The curses, the only form of company he had. Sometimes he would let one out, late at night, alone in his room, just to feel the presence of something. He didn’t know how to feel, he didn’t even know if he could feel anymore, he had spent so long choking back silent tears. His emotions got the best of him at first, and he turned the overwhelming sadness, the emptiness into rage, and when that didn’t help he discarded those emotions, in fact he discarded all emotions.

A soft knock on the door startled him, and he had to ground himself back to reality. He check the alarm clock on his nightstand and saw that it read 3:17 a.m. He sighed and decided to ignore the door, which only resulting in whomever was there knocking louder.

“Yo! Suguru! I know you’re in there, let me in.” Of course.

Suguru rolled his eyes before responding, “I’m trying to sleep Satoru; we can talk in the morning.”

“Nah, I can tell that you’re awake, lemme in, it’s important.” Satoru demanded. “Besides if you don’t I’ll just stay here and pound on your door all night and wake everyone else up.”

Geto stood up, and crossed the room to the door, before swinging it open. “What do you need?”

Satoru threw up his hands and smirked. “You gonna let me in or?”

Geto moved out of the way,, and Satoru walked in, kicking his shoes off before perching himself on the chair at the desk. He quickly scanned his best friend, noting his lack of clothing, and dripping hair.

“Trying to sleep my ass.” Gojo scoffs. “Anyways, we’ve go a mission together, there’s this village, and apparently there’s been some weird activity going on, so I’m tagging along with you.”

Geto turned his head towards Gojo and raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by tagging along?”

“Well, I kinda overheard Yaga talking about assigning you that mission solo, and I wanted to come with, since it’s been a while since we’ve had any missions together…” Gojo trailed off.

Geto could instantly tell he was lying, and glared at him.

“Ok, maybe they actually asked me to go with you, but either way! We get to work together again!” Gojo explained.

“So they think I’m incapable of handling a mission solo, and you need to be there?” Geto questioned.

“Suguru… they think you’re a liability, and as much as I hate the higher ups, and disagree with that, I just-“

“So in case something goes wrong, in case something inside me snaps, they want you to be there to put me down?!” Geto had heard enough, the anger he thought he buried rising to the surface.

“N-no,” Gojo stammered, while he stood up, closing the distance between them, his cool demeanour lost. “I don’t know what it is, they just need someone to keep an eye on you. You’ve been off Suguru, and don’t give me that bullshit about a summer cold, something’s going on with you.”

“Tch. I’m fine Satoru” Geto spoke. “I don’t need-“

Before Geto could finish speaking Satoru’s lips were on his own, his eyes widening. He had thought of doing this many times, but was never quite sure how to go about it. Geto parted his lips, allowing Gojo’s tongue to snake into his mouth, swirling his own tongue with Gojo’s. It was as though every wall he had built came crashing down at that moment, Geto wrapped his arms around Gojo, pulling him into an embrace, while Gojo runs his fingers through Geto’s hair.

When they pull away for a brief moment, Geto swears he can feel his heart pounding in his chest. He brings a hand to Satoru’s cheek, cradling it, before pulling him back into the kiss. He’s rough, taking charge this time, biting on Gojo’s lower lip, causing the white haired man to inhale sharply. Geto forces his tongue into Gojo’s mouth and groans when Gojo sucks on his tongue. Geto kisses him passionately, lustfully, hungrily, almost as though he wishes to consume him.

Geto lowers Gojo to the bed, using one hand to support himself, and he trails kisses over Gojo’s neck, feeling himself grow erect. Gojo can’t help but squirm under him, wrapping his legs around Geto’s waist. Geto trails his fingers under Gojo’s shirt, feeling his muscles contract, one finger brushing over a nipple, before his thumb joined, pinching it. Kissing was no longer enough, Geto needed to taste him, and so he sunk his teeth into his neck, and began to suck on the tender skin, relishing the taste of copper as Gojo’s skin began to bruise. He stopped for a moment, to pull Gojo’s shirt off, and continued tasting the other man. His lips found their way to Gojo’s nipple, and he started licking at the bud, smirking when Gojo whined and rutted his hips up.

Gojo could feel himself coming undone, and he hadn’t even touched Geto yet, in fact he wasn’t planning any of this at all, the kiss was an impulse he had been feeling for a while, and finally acted on. But now he longed to feel his best friend inside of him, he was usually the one to take charge, and control the situation, but he wanted nothing else but to be ruined by Geto. Gojo’s aching cock twitched at the thought of being fucked by Geto, and as he watched the man’s head going lower and lower on his body, he didn’t know how much he could take. As Geto effortlessly undid his belt, and lowered his pants, leaving only his boxers, Gojo grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him up. Geto looked questioningly at him.

“I want you to mark me.” Gojo breathed.

Geto cocked an eyebrow before trailing his tongue upwards, over his abs, and to his pecs. As Geto bit down again, Gojo groaned, he fist clenching around Geto’s hair. Gojo watched as marks formed on his body, some bleeding, others just barely bruising. He used his hands to guide Geto’s head closer to his own, before Geto’s lips came crashing down, and Gojo used his tongue to probe Geto’s mouth. Tasting his own blood drove him mad, and he needed more, so much more.

#jjk geto #jjk smut #geto smut #geto suguru #jjk satoru #satosugu #satoru gojo #gojo x geto #geto x gojo #gojo smut #suguru geto #jjk gojo

[maccreadysbaby]

how do I write a character with emetophobia?

Writing Characters with Emetophobia!

from your neighborhood emetophobia haver, aka me!

TW for emetophobia things under the cut (emetophobia is a fear of vomit or vomiting)

so you want your character to have some quirky fear, and the fear of puking is what you landed on! I’m here to tell you what it’s like to have severe emetophobia and what that entails for my life. all of these struggles and symptoms are personal and doesn’t apply to everyone with emetophobia. it is a very individual phobia, this is just how my body and mind reacts

Living with Emetophobia ↴

this post has no real structure, it’s more or less just things that have happened to me. i’ve had this phobia since my inception, so here’s a list of things your characters with emetophobia might do.

Avoiding foods or actions that (probably won’t, but could) trigger sickness: I was terrified to eat anything that contained dairy because — one singular time — I heard that milk makes you throw up if you have a fever and I swore it off from the time I was 8 until I was about 12. I was literally nine years old reading labels in the store for dairy and violently throwing it back on the shelves if it contained it. Not to mention my mother was lactose intolerant (Which I’m not) but seeing her fall at the hands of dairy didn’t make me feel any better about it. During this phase I only ate about three things and you literally couldn’t get me to eat anything else to the point where I was nearly anorexic. Once my friend told me she coughed so hard she threw up and I didn’t let myself cough when I was sick for a long time after. I also ran away from anyone who coughed near me. (I was such a psycho.) Now I will eat most foods given to me, but if something repeatedly offends my stomach, I usually just stop. I’m not so dramatic about it anymore lol. (I am much healthier now, too.)

Literally running away from sick people: I will never forget one time, my brother got sick. I wasn’t even in the same room as him. My mom yelled “maccreadysbaby, can you bring me some wipes?” I did. And as soon as I saw what happened I threw them at her, ran across the house, hid behind the couch, covered my ears and started crying. Another time, my mom informed me that my brother had thrown up while I was not home for a few days, and I avoided him like the plague. Literally like I would die if I touched him. My parents stopped telling me if my siblings got sick while I was away after that. When I was in gradeschool, a classmate got sick on a Tuesday and I was fine for the rest of the week. Then I puked on Saturday. For years afterwards, if I was ever around a sick person, I’d always count four days and if I didn’t throw up on day four, finally relax. (Again, I was such a psycho.) This instinct is still here as an adult. For example, my sister just recently thought she was gonna get carsick (while I was in the back with her) and let me tell you I was so squished up to my door I couldn’t breathe. I still sort of do the day counting thing if I’m completely honest, but I’m not so terrified and incessant about it.

Thinking that they’re sick all the time: This was a terribly big thing for me. For a span of 5ish years, at the same time I swore off dairy, I basically categorized myself as gonna throw up all of the time, even when I was perfectly freaking fine. I woke up, assumed I would puke that day, because why wouldn’t I, and triggered my anxiety. Which would actually trigger stomachaches and stuff. I would sit on the stairs and beg and cry until my parents let me stay home from school, and we almost had to go to court for the amount of school I was missing because I pulled this crap every day. This phase of my life only ended when my mom took me to the doctor (while I was literally fine) and made him tell me I was just anxious and not actually going to puke. (As you can see, I was a very fun child to raise.) I don’t behave this way anymore, but if my stomach does hurt for some reason, I immediately spiral into oh SHITE not HAPPENING territory.

Have debilitating anxiety: This is one of the things on this list that still happens to me regularly. If my stomach hurts in any capacity (even on my period) I am immediately thrusted into I’m gonna freaking puke mode. I get really cold, start sweating, start trembling (like, shake the whole couch trembling) and just sit there while my anxiety eats my brain. I can’t move because some part of me thinks moving an inch is going to make me puke. No matter how much I tell myself you’re fine, you’re not going to puke, this happens to you every day and you haven’t thrown up since you were twelve, you’re being so dramatic, it doesn’t stop. I just have to sit there and wallow in my pain and anxiety until my stomach stops hurting. Then I laugh at myself for being stupid and move on, even though I routinely worry about it coming back throughout the day. If it does I rinse and repeat. If I do puke (which I fortunately haven’t done since I was twelve) I can confidently say there’d be a lot of crying and minimal screaming about how I’m gonna die.

Here’s a recent (as of literally this morning) emetophobic thought pattern for you to analyze, to help you understand what your characters minds might be doing when they’re freaking out:

I received a text that my cousin, who I saw last night, was throwing up. I was still asleep but I woke up and checked my phone anyways. This was my exact thought process.

oh SHITE I was around him, wasn’t I? Well, I guess not a lot, he spoke to me a few times and I was near him at the campfire, but I maybe not enough to make me sick. But you know who was around him? My freaking sister. And if she gets sick there’s no hope for me. oh my GOD does my stomach hurt right now? I think it does. Wait, shut up, maccreadysbaby, you’re being stupid. Think about something else and go back to sleep. Why are you SHAKING stop being so pathetic. Your stomach totally hurts right now. You have plans today maccreadysbaby you can NOT get sick you can NOT be the reason your plans are canceled. I’m totally going to throw up today as life’s way of spiting me. Shut up and go to sleep, you weren’t even around him. But I WAS we ALL were, sitting across the table doesn’t count as being far away. Maybe he just got carsick or has acid reflux or something. Today is Saturday so if I make it to Wednesday I should be fine. But what if I ACTUALLY throw up I don’t even want to think about it oh my God what if I do? Okay, you’re fine, shut up and go back to sleep.

I went back to sleep (eventually) and woke up twice more to go through that entire process again before my alarm went off. It’s basically that on repeat every time I hear of a sick person or my stomach hurts. Fun times 😬👍.

#life #writing help #writing angst #original writing #creative writing #writers #writing #writerscommunity #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing tips

[lonophobic]

ok, how about this. thoma x male reader angsty fluff, relationship can be ambiguous! read as platonic or something more :)

imagine the post-vision hunt ceremony cutscene where we exit the plane of euthymia and flee with thoma, but with a twist. reader doesn’t regain consciousness until long after, so thoma has to carry him back to komore teahouse.

reader comes to a couple hours later to see thoma and ayaka anxiously waiting for him to wake up. ayaka sees he’s awake and is like “smth smth watatsumi island, resistance and so forth, hurry” and thoma’s like “milady chill let the kid breathe”

so ayaka excuses herself and thoma comforts/holds the reader while they both process everything that happened. nothing brings you closer to someone than shared trauma! reader n thoma spend the night cuddled up like that before reader eventually has to depart for watatsumi island the following morning.

god i just dmdkffjdnskmn i love thoma sm aND NOT IN THE SAME TWISTED WAY YOU LOVE DILUC i want nothing but happiness for our fixer >:(

“i thought i lost you.”

thoma x male reader

tw: passing out, thoma sad, some tears are shed but not much lol, thoma thinks reader might have died, pov mostly focuses on thoma since reader isn’t conscious, can be read as platonic if u want?? idk theres one kiss to the forehead and cuddling but it can be platonic if u want

genre: angst then comfort fluff

requested!

a/n: this made me think of a few things but i threw them away because of you, be thankful /j

!not proofread

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you remember fighting the raiden shogun after getting back thoma’s vision, but nothing from after that. you saw a glimpse of the euthymia disintegrate, but you had blacked out right after. thoma, when seeing your motionless body, called out for you. paimon flew over to your side, trying to shake you awake, but nothing woke you.

thoma grinded the ropes binding his hands against a spear wedged into the ground, quickly releasing himself and throwing the spear before the raiden shogun could strike her sword. she promptly broke the spear with her sword, the sheer power pushing the two of you back. thoma held you in his arms and quickly fled towards the komore teahouse, paimon rushing beside him. the raiden shogun watched the three figures fade away, the guards running to her side.

“s-shogun… who was that?”

“seize him under the decree.”

she responded immediately, a hint of irritation in her voice.

“next time, i will strike twice.”

~

thoma sprinted to the komore teahouse, holding you in his arms. he took all of the shortcuts he knew, avoiding all the guards on the way. when he arrived, kozue saw his panicked face, and immediately got concerned.

“thoma? are you alright? what happened to him-”

“sorry, kozue! i have to go! i’ll tell you later!”

he sputtered out to avoid his voice catching on his tears. he rushed inside, seeing ayaka waiting for him inside. when she turned around, fear struck her face.

“thoma- traveller? what in the world happened?”

her voice raised in panic, rushing to get a mattress for you to lay down on. she came back with it in her arms, laying it flat on the ground as taroumaru came down from the counter to see what what going on. thoma laid you on the mattress, holding back tears as he and ayaka checked for any wounds. they were quite surprised when they didn’t find any, and ayaka went over to comfort a crying paimon in the corner. taroumaru came over to your face, sniffing and slightly licking before going over to thoma’s side, who was sitting cross-legged with his elbows resting on his knees. thoma brought his hand up to cover the bottom half of his face, trying to stifle his sniffles.

~

when you did wake up, you were no longer on a mattress on the floor. you propped yourself up on your elbows to see you were on a bed, and you looked to the side to see thoma next to the bed on a chair. he seemed to be sleeping, and he looked tired.

“..thoma?”

he jumped awake, and looked to his side to see you awake. he immediately relaxed, moving to hug you tightly as he pressed his lips onto your forehead.

“i thought i lost you.”

you hugged him back, and felt him lean into your touch. you’ve never really seen him so relieved before, he’s usually happy, sure, but not exactly like this. you smiled into his shoulder, shifting so that he could sit comfortably on the bed. the two of you basked in each other’s presence, relaxing as you knew you were safe in his arms. he laid back on the pillows, you laying next to him so you could see his face. he pulled you closer, running his fingers through your hair. you closed your eyes, subconsciously smiling as he hummed a random tune. you felt yourself melt into his touch, sighing softly in content as he rubbed the back of your head. he seemed relaxed as well, hand resting on the side of your back. the two of you slowly drifted off into sleep, holding each other tightly in one another’s arms.

~

ayaka creaked open the door, two glasses of water in her hands. she peeked inside to see thoma and you cuddling together, and let out a gentle giggle. she slowly opened the door, tiptoeing to the bed stand and setting down the two glasses with a small clink against the tabletop. she stared at thoma, sighing as she saw his relaxed state. she was glad that he was back to his normal self now ever since you awoke. she softly walked out the door, closing the door to leave you and thoma to bask in each other’s presence.

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OMG THIS IS SO BAD IM SO SORRY LMAOAAOA 😭😭

completely forgot to add the ayaka ranting to reader abt watasumi shit whoopies daisies 🧍‍♂️

im like dying i have a project due tmr but im like barely done i need to work on it 🏃‍♂️

#thoma x male reader #thoma x reader #hurt/comfort #fluff #cuddling <3 #thoma #male reader #I FORGOT TO ADD AYAKA BEING WHINY LMAO SORRY

[riflebrass]

Today was my first actual gun class. My proficiency is pieced together from family, friends, and self taught stuff. I'd like to think I'm an above average shooter, but I've really wanted some professional training to learn better technique while unlearning bad habits I've picked up. It's going to be a long post so I'll hide it under the read more link but the tl;dr was that it was a great day.

Unfortunately most classes I've looked out are at least $500 and require at least a thousand rounds of ammo, neither of which I can afford. Fortunately I found an instructor recommended by some of the locals who train pretty regularly and his classes were a lot cheaper. It was just $150 for the class and the ammo I already had saved up. This class was just what I was looking for too. It was advanced enough that the instructor expected us to already know the fundamentals of gun safety and how to use our guns but we weren't doing a ton of running around or timed drills. We focused on drawing from the holster and getting shots on target, shooting from awkward positions, drawing and shooting one handed with our weak hand in case your dominant arm gets shot before you have a chance to draw. Stuff like that. He made sure to emphasize that this was meant to be slow fire to really get the techniques down.

The instructor also had a neat motorized target stand that uses two-sided targets. It starts off holding the target sideways. Then when it flips one way the target is a guy holding a gun. Facing the other way it's a guy using his phone to take pictures. It presents the target for a pre-determined time then flips back to sideways. So the idea is you have to determine quickly whether or not the guy you see is a threat then you need to get shots on target. For most of us the target was presented for 3 seconds before turning away. One of the more experienced students was given 1.5 second intervals. The instructor also threw everyone a curveball by flipping to the camera guy for half a second then immediately switching to the guy with the gun. I really liked that.

After we finished the pistol break he brought out a couple blocks of ballistics gel for us to test our carry ammo in. I already posted about it earlier. It was really cool. Then we transitioned to rifle work. Unfortunately today's class was a few hours shorter than he normally runs so the rifle stuff was really rushed. We spent most of the rifle course checking and adjusting zeroes. Afterwards we did some work at 100 yards, 50 yards, and 10 yards to work on our up-close holdovers. The instructor said next time he wants us to work out from 100-400 yards to practice our further holdovers. Since I barely touched my ammo it's just a matter of scraping together the money for the class.

Also the instructor was a really nice guy. All his pics on facebook have that tough guy/resting bitch face look but he was all smiles and a cheerful personality in person. Also really patient with me. There were a couple times I got a little too lax on safety and he had to remind me to stay aware. There were a few other things we were doing that I had difficulty understanding and he had to explain it a few times because I'm a little retarded. Anyway he was still really patient with me and supportive when I got it right. I really appreciated that.

So I hope I'll be able to do more classes with these guys. The rest of the attendees were all regulars with the group and all really nice guys.

#training #self defense

[kidge-planet]

Kidge summer event

Day 22 : Prank

Characters: Pidge/Katie holt , Keith Kogane, Shiro, Lance, Hunk

Pairing: pidge and keith : kidge

post Season8

A/N: this is the part two of the day 2: Pool <----

Pidge and Keith had been spending more time together lately, and the rest of the team noticed. Now, remember, Pidge and Lance were curently in a "fight" since he threw her in the pool as she was calmly reading her book. So since a few days, they were constantly teasing each other with some pranks, which was annoying everyone...

Seeing Keith and Pidge bonding so much and being two fools that were into each other without even trying a thing gave him an idea of prank...

Hunk and Lance were in the pool, looking at keith and Pidge that were both under an umbrella, laughing together and sharing a plate of fresh strawberrys that Hunk brought them ( because he knows what's going on...)

"Awwww, these two are literally into each other... They are just too awkward to admit it... I hope they wont take years before to admit it."

Hunk sighed.

At Hunk's words, Lance raised an eyebrow:

"Pffff, If they keep going like that, in two years, nothing would have changed..."

Hunk stayed silent so Lance continued:

"SO! I had an idea of prank, but I'll need your help for that..."

"A prank? Again? Lance, you and Pidge have to stop, really..."

"Don't worryyyyyy, Im sure you'll like that one..."

Lance leaned to whisper his plan to Hunk.

Two nights later, the group had planed to go chill in front of a nearby lake, at night.

When they arrived, the sun started to disappear. The warmness of the day faded along with the sun. They started a fire and sat around it. They talked about many topics before Lance turned toward Pidge:

"Hey, By the way you guys! Have you heard the legend about this place?"

Pidge raised an eyebrow.

"No? what is it?"

"They say that a ghost is haunting these mountains..."

Lance said, trying to seem scary.

"A ghost? seriously?.."

Pidge and Keith seemed sceptical.

"Yeah! I heard that too!..."

Hunk said, facking a few shivering.

"And so YOU, Hunk Garret, the guy that doesn't like adventure and scary stuffs, accepted to come?"

"HUH, well... Lance forced me to come..."

Hunk improvised.

"I heard many bad things about that ghost."

Shiro interject, trying to help Hunk... Because yup! They got Shiro into the prank. he just wants Keith to be happy and Pidge seemed perfect for him. (Shiro also knew that Keith had never liked anyone in his life and it was new to him...)

"Shiro, you believe that?..."

Keith asked, still pretty sceptical.

"I guess?"

He answered, he didn't seem comfortable.

"Well, you'll excuse me, but I have to use the rest room... But we're in a forest, so, I'll use a tree........... But, I need someone to come with me because im scared! what if the ghost comes and kills me! Hunk, you come! SEE YA!" Lance ran away from the groupe, grabbing hunk by his arm...

Pidge and Keith exchanged a few glances...

"You guys are being weird tonight..."

Keith said as he scrapped the back of his neck.

"You think so?.."

Shiro asked, embarrassed.

After long minutes, Hunk and Lance weren't back.

"Damn, did he fall in the toilet... tree?

Pidge asked.

"Maybe I should go check on them?.."

Shiro got up.

"We should all come."

Keith stated.

"No! You guys, stay here! I'll be back quick."

Shiro walked away, not letting the two that were still sat near the fire.

"Ok?... What was that?"

Pidge asked.

"I have no idea..."

"I first felt like It was one of Lance's pranks but... Shiro and Hunk wouldn't be playing his game if it was... You know that they are tired of our "fights"! " She chuckled.

"Yeah... we-"

A familiar scream came from the dark forest, stoping Keith from finishing his sentence.

"Was it... Lance?..."

Pidge asked, slightly shivering.

"Who else screams that way?.."

"Ok, if this is one of his pranks, it's literally NOT funny... Why would he even prank you? you are not a part of our "prank war"?..

"Well, he always tries to annoy me, so that wouldn't surprise me..."

Keith finished his sentence in a sigh.

"So, what do we do? What if this isn't a prank?"

At Pidge's words, Keith thought. He tried to remain calm.

"Well, considering the possibility that it isn't a prank, we should try to stay quiet... To not draw attention to us... So, Maby we should stop the fire?"

Pidge wasn't feeling good at the idea of stopping the fire but she knew that Keith was right.

"Yeah and we should stay together too, c'ause-

One more time, their discussion got interrupted, but by a noise coming from a near-by bush.

"G-guys?...."

Pidge asked, hesitantly. She tried to keep a calm front but her shaky voice was betraying her. Plus, She was leaning behind keith as if he was a shield.

No answere...

then the fire stoped lighting the surroundings. But, there was no wind... HOW?!

Ok, now they were freaking out.

"Huh, Keith?.."

"Yes?..."

"What now?..." She was holding tightly around his arm, he could feel her skin against him.

That's when he passed to the protective mode.

"Now, we stay quiet."

He whispered as he was holding her closer.

They silently waited inthe darkness of the night.

minutes felt like houres...

And the silence was sooooooooo heavy...

Then a noise froze the both of them.

Then footsteps.

THEN RUNNING FOOTSTEPS.

As the running footsteps approached, Keith's heart pounded in his chest, and he instinctively pulled Pidge even closer to him. The darkness made it impossible to see who or what was coming towards them.

Just as they were preparing for the worst, a figure suddenly leaped out of the shadows, landing right on top of them. Keith and Pidge let out a collective gasp as they tumbled to the ground, their arms instinctively wrapping around each other in the chaos.

"RAWR! IM A BIG AND MEAN GHOST§" Lance's voice rang out, and the surrounding darkness was instantly replaced by the flickering light of the fire he had relit. His laughter filled the air as he sat up and looked down at his two friends who were still sprawled on the ground. in the same time, Hunk and Shiro came back around the fire.

"Really, Lance?!" Keith exclaimed, his heart still pounding from the adrenaline rush.

Pidge was still holding on Keith. "ARE YOU GUYS CRAZY?!"

"Come onnnnnn, it was funny! lus, the plan worked!"

"Yeah, at least now, you guys shared your feelings for each other!"

Hunk said, smiling from cheek to cheek.

A silence took place.

"Feelings?.."

Pidge looked up at Keith. that's when she noticed that she was still holding tightly on keith. She blushed and released her grip on him.

"Ho... so you didn't..."

Hunk pouted nervously.

keith and pidge were staring in each other's eyes, both being a blushing mess...

"We'll have to talk... In private."

A/N: I tryed to do something original for it... hope you like it! (I haven't corrected my mistakes, if you see that something is wrong, tell me!)

#voltron kidge #keith and pidge #pidge and keith #keith #pidge #voltron pidge #keith voltron #kidge #voltron #voltron legendary defender #kidge summer event

[fyeahnix]

Title: The Syndicate Dog Pairing: Ash/Maggie (MadAsh) Other Characters: None Rating: Teen and Up for language Words: 676 Prompt: None Other Tags: Post-Match, Blood and Injury, Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Fist Fights, Injury Recovery, Flirting, Enemies to Lovers, Woof Summary: Maggie's defense; Ash's offense.

If you like it PLEASE REBLOG. You can read it here or on AO3, via the link found in the notes of this post. Please read on AO3 if you prefer correct formatting!

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Maggie could take a scrap or two, whether down a back alley in Salvo or in the Apex Games. Ol' Wally might have stolen her thunder with that godforsaken cage fighting career of his, but she wasn't some defenseless sap. Been throwin' hands since she was two feet high. Black eye? Busted, bleeding lip? Cracked ribs? She's had it all.

Still didn't make it throb any less.

She hissed through her teeth at the disinfectant stinging her knuckles. They were shredded—skin peeled and cracked and crimson and blistering. It hurt like hell. The gloves she wore for protection were discarded off to the side. Thankfully, the med bay was empty this late at night. Sweet as. Didn’t need the entire cavalry knowing she ate shit earlier than expected.

"Stop. Tensing."

She cut her eyes at the simulacrum whose voice rang in two parts.

Adrenaline still rushed through Maggie, and it'd been a solid forty minutes since the brawl of the century on Olympus. Bones crunching under the weight of her fists had rocked her skull, loud in her ears; joints had popped out of place at odd angles. It was gratifying, a much-needed outlet at her first taste of true freedom and punishment for the sook jumping her Duos partner. So, no, "stop tensing" wasn't exactly on her fucking list of priorities.

Ash knelt beside her, tending to her wounds like some personal nurse. She had forced Maggie to shrug off the jacket to inspect her for damages. The protest and snarling hadn’t fazed her, and after rummaging through the cabinets for the proper tools, even got her to sit down. She worked with a level of dexterity and precision Maggie had never seen in any human being. Whether it was out of necessity in her previous life or a newfound skill, Maggie would never know.

"Do you regret forgoing proper medical attention now?" Ash asked, glancing up at her, voice unified once more.

"Piss off."

The simulacrum in question did not, in fact, piss off. She stared for far too long with those wolf-gold optics. A toothless remark, and if she'd been anyone else, Maggie wouldn’t have planted her arse in the first place. Lucky to have garnered some level of respect for her, even if she was just a tool of the warlord's sworn enemy.

Ash sighed before speaking again. "For what it's worth—"

"Not much…"

"—you fought… admirably. It's not often I see such bravery and finesse from humans, even in my Arenas." She dabbled more disinfectant across the cuts and scrapes on Maggie's arm and up to the angles of her collarbone, eliciting another hiss. "Too concerned with their own primitive survival instincts. No guts, no glory. Just cowardice and self-preservation."

Maggie rested her chin in her other palm. "If you're tryin' to say 'thank you,' you ain't gotta wax poetic about it. And—fuckin’ shit, that hurt—I know what my bloody skills are. I don't need no damn Syndi-cunt dog to tell me that."

"Hm. I'm sure you're aware, then, of how fiercely loyal canines can be?"

"Had a bunch of 'em."

"And I'm sure you're aware they don't tend to bite the hand that feeds them."

"What's your point?"

Ash's eyes brightened for a split second. A spark of humanity broke through—playfulness, excitement. "Then I'm sure you're aware they can also be… retrained. Under sufficient circumstances."

For once, Maggie cracked a smirk and leaned back into the chair, confident and swearing under her breath. It was absurd, sure, but Ash retained a buttoned-up and businesslike forwardness about her that Maggie had grown to respect. And, well, she hated to admit it, but it threw her for a loop long enough to divert her attention from having smashed someone's face to bits. Pain subsided, if only for several seconds.

But fine. She'd play along.

She closed the distance, face merely a foot away from Ash's. Blood and metal filled her nostrils. The golden optics sharpened to a pinpoint, focused solely on her. Maggie spoke—growled.

"Then heel, doggy."

#Apex Legends #Ash #Ashleigh Reid #Mad Maggie #Margaret Kōhere #MadAsh #writing #fanfiction #nix fics

[sparrow-orion-writes]

Hi! Happy Blorbo Blursday!

I read a few posts and became obsessed with your OC Ari, can you infodump about him a bit?

*cracks knuckles* I can indeed.

Ari (Arizona) was raised in a religious town who basically governed themselves. It's called Sight, and you learn a lot about Sight and how it works in the first book. Ari, in particular, was the child of two people who basically ran the town and spent his entire life under immense perfectionism-orientated pressure. He wasn't really raised to be a person, he was raised to lead the town.

To say he's emotionally stunted would be an understatement. He's very averse to comfort and affection, and is so rigid in his routine that he spends half of the book having one very long mental breakdown.

He can also be a bit of an asshole.

Ari realized he was trans, and it threw a whole wrench in the works of his development. In his town, womanhood is sacred and important, and it terrified him that he couldn't be the person he'd spent his entire life training to be. He ran away from home mid-drug addiction at the age of sixteen, leaving behind his best and only friend, Neptune.

A lot of Ari's character development rests on a joint effort of seeing Neptune again, being in his home town for the first time since he'd left, and also like just general found family things. And real family too, because of his brother.

What I like most about Ari is that he's complicated. He'll do anything to protect the "people he works with" (his friends), but he's also so consumed by self loathing that he spends all his time pushing them away. He doesn't think he deserves love or affection, not necessarily because he's transgender, but because he had to betray his friends and family and religion to survive. He doesn't really know how to forgive himself for abandoning Eli and Neptune.

I also like his perspective on religion, too, because it's obviously something that he associates with trauma. But his religion is still so important to him, even though it's difficult to go from "worship as a 'woman'" to "worship as a 'man'" and even credits his religion as an influencer in why he had to transition and leave.

And for once I just wanted a trans man who has lived a lot, even if it's to 30 and not, like, 60. He's experienced so much of life and survived, he's got bruises and scars and rough skin and I love him. It's also interesting to see a trans man who isn't soft or gentle (except when he needs to be), and is in fact a very exhausted and traumatized man dealing with toxic masculinity.

He's just so full of turmoil. Sometimes he's genuinely pathetic. I love sad 30-odd-year-old men.

If you want any more, feel free to shoot me another ask! Ari and April are the ones I have the most to talk about at this stage, I could fill books just on the characters alone and their backstories.

#Orion helped me write a lot of Ari #a lot of ari's experiences come from his own #so if you wanted to hear specifically how he relates to ari's story that would be up to him to decide #obviously its all dramatised for the book #but yeah #neon glow #ari