#jazzy writes

[jazzythursday]

WIP Wednesday Friday

I was tagged by @sunfl8wer and @sparrowmoth (at some point in... the last 2 weeks?) to share snippet of a wip. Here's a good chunk of a scene from the upcoming chapter of Heart Of The Country:

“You don’t have to let my da use you as a handyman, you know. We're here to have a break from working all the time.”

They’re upstairs, and Wylan is puzzling over something in the walls, chewing the skin around his thumb with a pensive crease to his brow. Jesper pushes a glass of water in front of him and Wylan accepts it gratefully. He downs it quickly, as if only realising how thirsty he’d been once he puts it to his lips. Jesper trades the now empty glass for a plate of cut fruit, which Wylan also accepts. 

He’d learned fairly quickly that Wylan, genius as he may be, has all the self-preservation of a sliced apple—which is saying a lot, coming from Jesper. 

He’s seen it enough times to know. Wylan will get too deep into a project or a piece of music or a new gadget for some scheme Kaz has cooking, and all forms of basic self-care go right out the window. He frequently forgets that his body requires things like food and water or sleep, like taking breaks. In cases like this, Jesper has picked up the habit of pulling him down for meals or bed or bringing him cups of tea or water and snacks because—whether it’s Dirtyhands himself, or a leaky roof, or the bloody Council of Tides—seeing his boyfriend collapse over a beaker or a half-built bomb is something he’d like to prevent.  

“Thanks,” Wylan says, sparing a moment away from his work to bite into an orange slice. “And you don’t have to let him use you as a farm hand, either, if you want to argue about it.”

“Who’s arguing? Not me. I just thought you might like a handsome assistant.” That, and Jesper ran out of ways to entertain himself alone, but he doesn’t say that part out loud.

Wylan goes back to tinkering, squinting into the dim inner workings of the house. There’s a small lamp hanging overhead, and Jesper plucks it up and holds it closer.

“This isn’t about getting him to like you, is it? Because I already said—” 

“It’s not that,” Wylan interjects. He holds his hand out and Jesper dutifully passes him a wrench. “Besides, I really don’t mind. This type of work… It’s nice. I like being able to help around here. I like feeling useful around here.” 

Jesper squats down and rests his elbows on his knees, looking closer at the exposed wall Wylan is pouring over the contents of. “So, what’s the problem with all this then?”

tagging: @aphroditestummyrolls @heypax @stormkpr @nerdlingmerchling @sixofcrowdaydreams and whoever else would like to!

#wylan van eck #wesper #jesper fahey #six of crows #jazzy writes #shadow and bone #wesper fanfic #shadow and bone netflix

[genomynt]

Heey!!! I'm finally done for this year's @OP_SecretSanta !!!🥹🎄🎄

This one's for Mads a.k.a @okiedoketm 👀✨

I really enjoyed writing this one!! 🥹 Zoro and Chopper's wholesome platonic relationship is my drug since pre-time skip arcs 😭😭✨

Hope you'll like it 🥹🫶🏼🥰

@op-secret-santa

#op secret santa 2023 #op-secret-santa-2023 #one piece #roronoa zoro #chopper #tony tony chopper #Jazzy writes

[mathgoatwrites]

with flowers in my hair (kys x jwy)

pairing: yeosang x wooyoung

genre: fluff. sickening tooth-rotting disgustingly romantic fluff.

wc: 1.9k

overview: wooyoung loves it when yeosang plays with his hair. yeosang just really loves wooyoung.

ao3 link

Wooyoung's hair had gotten really long as of late. It was cute, Yeosang thought. It was longer than it had ever been, brushing the tops of his shoulders on the rare occasion when he wore it out of that stupid goddamn ponytail.

(Yeosang secretly didn't mind the ponytail, but he had a reputation to uphold and there was no way in hell he was letting his best friend know how endearing he found it when Wooyoung moved his head around and his ponytail flopped with him.)

The longer his hair grew, the more frequently Wooyoung started sporting a selection of hair ties on his wrist like they were fashion accessories. He’d started with black ones, but ever since he borrowed an orange scrunchie from one of the girls in their dance class, he'd taken to buying random colours and sizes and patterns and matching them to his outfits like he thought he was an Instagram influencer or something. The day Wooyoung came home to their apartment with a bag full of new clips, bows and scrunchies and a bright smile on his face was a day Yeosang's camera roll had engrained into its memory for the rest of his life.

At present, he'd been awoken from his afternoon nap when his roommate and life-long friend had returned home - quite loudly, as he tended to do. There was clattering from the other room and Wooyoung’s obnoxious playful singing voice carried down the corridor to the bedrooms. Yeosang groaned, half considering just shoving his head under his pillow and going back to sleep. Still, perhaps this mayhem was a blessing in disguise since he'd promised Wooyoung he'd cook dinner tonight and probably needed to get started if they wanted to eat at any reasonable time.

Yeosang rolled out of bed and shuffled out of the room and down the hallway from where Wooyoung's voice was coming. His friend was now in the kitchen, unpacking milk and vegetables from fabric shopping bags to put in the fridge. Yeosang's feet scuffed along the floor as he walked up behind him and moulded his body against the length of Wooyoung's back, arms wrapping around his waist and chin resting over his shoulder.

"Hi," Wooyoung said, smile evident in his tone of voice.

"Hi," Yeosang replied, voice scratchy with sleep. He cleared his throat and peered down at the food in Wooyoung's hands. "What have you got there?"

"Ingredients for dinner." He tilted his head gently to knock against Yeosang's temple, nuzzling him affectionately. "You said you'd cook so the least I could do was restock the pantry."

Yeosang's heart thumped in his chest. He hummed, leaning subconsciously into Wooyoung's touch. "How thoughtful of you. I guess that means you've made the decision for us on what we're eating then?"

Wooyoung chuckled, low and quiet. It was a drastic difference from his usual high-pitched laughter, the kind of soft amusement which was saved for Yeosang's ears only. It made him feel special, that he was privileged enough to see the Wooyoung underneath all that loud bravado, with his layers pulled back and his heart laid bare. Wooyoung had always been one to show his genuine feelings out in the open to everybody, his heart always on his sleeve, so it wasn't the sincerity of these moments that Yeosang treasured, but the gentleness. It made him want to reach up and pull the ribbon out of Wooyoung's hair so he could card his fingers through it, nails scratching his scalp until he hummed in innocent pleasure. Moments like these made Yeosang's chest fill with warmth and his stomach flip with giddy, joyous love.

He could never pinpoint when his feelings had crossed the line - he wasn't sure there had ever been one in the first place.

Wooyoung’s ideas about love and friendship had always blurred the lines between platonic and romantic, even more so when it came to Yeosang than anybody else. The way he turned in Yeosang’s arms to slot his face into the crook of his neck was something he’d been doing their whole lives. Part of Yeosang suspected that Wooyoung already knew, had already been showing Yeosang how his deep, complex feelings were reciprocated with every soft touch and lingering gaze, every hush of sweet, meaningless, pretty words mumbled against skin. It was simply how they were. Having Wooyoung by his side, curled in his arms on the couch, flush against his back on top of the bed – it was them, it always had been.

Wooyoung was the only person Yeosang had ever let this close to him, physically and emotionally, and he did not intend for anyone to replace that special place in his heart as long as he lived. Wooyoung had carved out a space just big enough for himself in Yeosang’s chest, settled in there, and it did not seem like he intended to move, either.

Inhaling a deep breath and letting it out as a rush of air, Wooyoung sighed. He hummed thoughtfully. “I could just eat you up for dinner, perhaps,” he mumbled into Yeosang’s skin, lips brushing right below his ear.

Yeosang shivered. “Who would brush your hair for you every night then, hm?” he teased.

Wooyoung made a contemplative noise. “I think I’d just tell Seonghwa-hyung that I had knots in my hair and he’d offer to move in just to keep me squeaky clean and presentable.”

Yeosang snorted, rubbing his cheek against the black part of Wooyoung’s two-toned hair. He must have switched his shampoo that morning. Maybe the old bottle ran out, he figured, because the soft smell of coconut that reached Yeosang’s nose when he inhaled was vastly different from the sweet, fruity scent that Wooyoung usually carried with him. He smelled like Yeosang. His heart thumped louder at that thought.

“Can you do it now?” Wooyoung’s quiet, gentle, for-Yeosang’s-ears-only-voice whispered against his neck.

Allowing his eyes to flutter closed for a moment and bask in the wave of love radiating off of Wooyoung, Yeosang nodded. “Of course, sweetheart,” he whispered back.

Wooyoung stepped back from Yeosang’s embrace, putting just enough space between them to take his hand, linking their fingers together easily. He walked them over to the couch and sat with his back against Yeosang’s front, legs crossed. He let Yeosang’s nimble, gentle fingers find the butterfly clip in his hair, carefully remove it and place it on the coffee table. Next, the white ribbon with silver trim which held half of his hair in a ponytail. Yeosang tugged lightly until the strands of hair fell free, framing Wooyoung’s face like curtains. He added it to the pile on the table and settled back into the couch.

Beginning at Wooyoung’s wrist, Yeosang slid one hand up his arm, trailing his fingertips along his sweater sleeve, over his shoulder and up the back of his neck. Goosebumps appeared under his light touch, the soft catch of Wooyoung’s breath loud beside Yeosang’s ear. His fingers carded through his hair at last, pulling his hand back and watching the sections of hair fall through the gaps between them. He repeated the action, and again. Wooyoung melted into his embrace and hummed, content.

The weight of him against Yeosang’s body was comforting and warm. It was familiar. Yeosang basked in the feeling. He scratched lightly at Wooyoung’s scalp, lips twitching into a fond smile when he squirmed pleasantly in his arms.

“You like that?” he murmured.

Wooyoung hummed in affirmation. “Again, please.”

Yeosang obliged easily. “I have to make dinner,” he mused after a moment.

Wooyoung was quiet for such a length of time, save for his occasional hum that reminded Yeosang of a cat purring when content, that he almost thought he’d fallen asleep or didn’t hear him. Yeosang’s hands worked together to tangle three strands of hair together in a loose braid. He tucked it behind Wooyoung’s ear and moved to the other side of his head.

“I already said I was going to have you for dinner, Sangie,” Wooyoung mumbled eventually, and Yeosang huffed out an amused breath of laughter.

“Right, I forgot.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Wooyoung’s temple.

“You’d taste sweet,” Wooyoung continued after another moment. “Do that again, please.”

Again, Yeosang did not question him. He pressed his lips to the side of Wooyoung’s face, a little lower, this time against his cheekbone. “Sounds like you’ve given this some thought.”

Wooyoung hummed once more, shifting to turn around and face Yeosang. His eyes were warm, fond, with the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. Yeosang’s eyes softened and his heart melted even more.

Wooyoung’s eyes darted down to Yeosang’s parted lips. “Again,” he whispered, as if speaking louder would break the trance over them.

And Yeosang could never say no to Wooyoung.

He leaned in and slotted their lips together like it was the most natural thing in the world.

As they kissed, Wooyoung sighed into his mouth and tilted his head, parted his lips and let out another soft, happy noise. Yeosang couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his lips, which caused Wooyoung to pull back. His pink mouth, now glistening, looked irresistible even as he frowned.

“What? Why are you smiling like that?”

A giggle bubbled out of Yeosang’s chest, eyes crinkling at the corners as he cupped Wooyoung’s face. “I absolutely adore you, Wooyoung,” he whispered. His eyes were wet, and the words began to tumble out without thinking. “I never want a day to go by where we aren’t together.”

“Sangie, that hasn’t happened since the moment we met, what makes you think it’ll–”

Yeosang kissed him again, effectively shutting him up. “I want to wake up by your side every morning,” he continued, pulling back just enough to brush his nose against Wooyoung’s. “I want to spend every night memorising the curves and grooves of your body. I never want to forget what you taste like. I want to braid your hair and buy you new scrunchies and watch your stunning, expressive eyes light up every time we walk past an accessories store for the rest of my life.”

Wooyoung’s eyes were wet now, too. He nodded, eyes flickering down to Yeosang’s mouth again. “I love you, too,” he whispered into the space between them.

Yeosang let himself be pushed against the back of the couch until he had a lap full of Wooyoung kissing him, hands holding the back of his neck as he licked his way into Yeosang’s mouth. Yeosang slipped an arm around his waist, the other hand retreating to its familiar place in his hair, brushing through soft, clean strands of blonde and black. Wooyoung’s mouth was warm, familiar in a way that felt like Yeosang was coming home, not kissing him for the third time in his life. Everything with Wooyoung had always felt easy.

“Also,” Wooyoung pulled back to say, “I was correct. You do taste sweet.” His eyes crinkling with warmth and fondness that tempted to make Yeosang’s heart burst. “Although, I’m not sure you want to wake up with me every morning because I wake up at six to go jogging with Jongho, and you like to sleep for half the day, so–”

Yeosang pressed his mouth to Wooyoung’s and carded his fingers through his soft hair again. And again.

And again.

And again for each following day, forever.

#ateez #ateez fluff #ateez fic #woosang #woosang fic #woosang fluff #wooyoung fluff #yeosang fluff #jazzy writes

[agentjazzy]

anyway shout out to Howdy's Aunt Toodaloo, Uncle Adieu, and their third, Sue [unpictured]

these bugs poly and gay! good for them! good for them.

#welcome home #welcome home update #howdy pillar #aunt toodaloo wh #uncle adieu wh #when i was writing the image description i realized that adieu is a snail bc. he's french 💀 #jazzy keeps blogging til the blog ends

[bananaminbaby]

toji fluff I BEG😩😩

You're right anon, we NEED toji fluff 😔

pairing: Toji x gn!reader

cw: none? Just talks about summer heat and sweat

You and Toji had just finished cleaning the house. Cabinets are dust free, stovetop is clean, floors and windows are shiny and your bed has fresh linen.

You were thankful for the occasional wind that blows through the house because the heat was starting to get unbearable.

"Ugh, its too hot and sticky," you wiped your sweat using the bottom of your shirt.

Toji, who was collecting the dirty rags, stopped on his tracks to look at you. He glanced at you and snickered, "Yuck."

You gasped at the offensive reply, "Yuck? You and your rags are yuck."

"Sure, hon," he nods along, "pass me that," he points at the yellow rag on the floor next to you.

In your tired state, bending down just seemed too energy taxing, so you sat down before throwing the rag to his direction.

The floor, on contact with your skin was so nice and cold that you sighed in relief. You rolled up your shorts further up and laid down.

God bless these tiles. You wriggled around trying to make as much contact as possible with the floor.

Seeing his partner wriggling around in the middle of the living room was funny, Toji thinks. "What are you doing?" He laughs.

You look down to look at him, "cooling down?" You gave him a look that said, duh. "Join me," you waved him over.

Toji didn't move, instead he lifts an eyebrow and says, "You're getting sweat on the floors, you know."

"Uh, I mopped the floor. So you don't get to complain," you pointed at him. And once again, you waved him over, making grabby hands and giving him an over exaggerated pout.

Admitting defeat, Toji shook his head and finally made his way to you, bending down and laying down. And despite his refusals, he gave a content sigh when he felt the cold floor.

"You're welcome," you snickered.

Toji looked at you for a second and a mischievous smile crept up on his face. Took you a second to realise, but it was a second too late.

He lunged at you, throwing his arm around your head, securing you next to him and his other hand reaches your side and tickles you.

"No! Stop! Stop! Toji-ah!" You were wriggling even more in his grasp, trying to push yourself off him.

Laughter just kept on pouring out of the both of you. "You've gotten so bratty, huh?".

"Time out! Time out!" You pleaded.

Toji didn't let you go until a few seconds later and as soon as he did, you sat up huffing.

He looked at your dishevelled state and laughed. To which you sent him a glare, "You just made me sweat a bunch more," you whined.

"You nasty," he said. You looked at him as if he'd grown another head, the audacity- "-but you're my nasty."

You froze. Then it made you burst out in laughter a second later, "What the heck, Toji!"

In the midst of your laughter, he slid his arm around your hip to pull you onto him. You felt his chest rumble as he laughs away too.

When the laughter died down, you lifted your head up and propped your chin on his chest. "Shower?" You asked, "with me?"

"Hell yeah," He stood up from under you and easily pick you up before making his way to the bathroom.

#This was so healing thank you for the ask <333 #jazzy{writes} #toji fushiguro #toji fluff #toji x reader #toji x y/n #toji fic #jjk #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jjk imagines #jjk fic

[n3ongold3n]

Everything reminds me of him...

#no casual browsing the drugstore for me 😂 #käärijä #shoutout to the loud jazzy saxophone player and crying kids in the street - you do nothing for my overstimulation #also gotta hate that shops are heated to 25°C in autumn when you're already dressed in warm clothes #hi! i'm writing my diary in the tags

[momdstadt]

Coming to terms with being a very slow writer is difficult. I've been so deep in my own head about disappointing writing partners with my lack of focus & for taking days / weeks/ and maybe even months in between replies. And it's not even that i'm not excited or interested in my interactions anymore, my brain just gets so foggy for no reason occasionally. I just want to state that I love ALL of my mutuals. I LOVE SEEING EVERYONE ON DASH. I love diving into brainrot and just sharing ideas. You could literally take months to reply to a thread of mine and i'd still be as interested in it as day one. Because in my eyes if you interact with me and my funky lil guys then you already won over a piece of my heart. 💜 ( I have a big heart btw. )

I just know for myself, despite my excitement, I disassociate a lot and try to limit my threads as to not make others wait so long on me. So I just thank everyone for being so patient with me. I think I just harbor so much love for things that it's just hard to sort through sometimes. If that makes sense.

Anyway tldr; you know that funny thing of everyone asking 'if I was a worm would you still love me?' I just... 👉👈 guys if I was a snail ( because I am.. ) would you still love me??

#【🌺】❛ Jazzy Babbling ❜ ( ooc ) #【💞】❛ Dear Writing Partners... ❜ #{ i'm just a snail really. I am so eager and excited!! but I can only move so fast. Im just trying my best. *sob* } #{ I just get so worried that I make people feel like im uninterested in them and their muses. } #{ But literally I just get sooo very happy when friends ramble to me about their funky lil guys }

[hier--soir]

okay i'm gonna try and crank out a sizeable chunk of a lover's pinch four tonight, so if anyone wants to wax lyrical about professor joel or classics or smut in my ask box please do, it'll help get the brain juices flowin. lemme hear it

pic of our man below the cut, just to remind you that teach is still out here being sexy and quietly pondering the ethical ramifications of his actions

#have a jazzy friday folks #ALP #writing

[bmpmp3]

i do think its kinda funny when i see someone in the year of our lord 2024 talk about vocal synth music like its all gone downhill since like 2010 because like dont get me wrong i love a good niconicodouga-ass 2008 ass vocaloid joint BUT also like. the past couple years have had the most fascinatingly creative and expressive uses of vocal synthesizers ive ever heard in my life DJFSKHJDFS dont write it all off just yet!!

#usually i only see that from people who havent actually listened to any vsynth music from the past 15 years so i understand why they got to #that conclusion. and also usually theyre people who didnt listen to much vsynth music in the first place LOL they just dont know #but it is still a little funny. brother there are things beyond your wildest dreams if u just look #like some personal highlights: the stuff by rinri - particularly their use of the meika girlies #dont carry our memories away is LIFECHANGING the whispers. the spoken parts. the BELTS #plus the haunting and unrelenting instrumentation. fantastic song #and naisho no pierced's propose + birthday + gift sort of trilogy of songs. gift especially has been unreal #again the dynamics of soft intimate whispers to belts but also those fuller high notes with edges of growlyness. #plus the songs just generally rock. and those LYRICS. absolutely intense like physically painful and frightening like #yearning and codependency and possession. and the tuning and production just amps it up more #OH and slave.v.v.r has been doing crazy things for even longer but i only started getting into his stuff recently and holy shit #love eater is like. the scariest vocaloid song ive ever heard not because of the lyrics. but because of the tuning #im like. scared. i cant stop listening to it. the heavy synthesized breathy main vocals and whispered harmonies plus the VOCAL FRY #i didnt realized vocaloid5? i think? has a vocal fry option built in i heard? thats crazy #but specifically in love eater the fry and growl is amped up so deep and loud and clear compared to everything else it like #emphasizes the artificiality of the voice while also amping up the expressiveness #its awesome. and on the older slave.v.v.r songs i heard i will hit you 8759632145 times with this piano. also so fucking cool #addicted to that song. 1) its a great jazzy rocky piano tune with this piano flourish at the end of each phrase that sounds fantastic #but also 2) the lyrics are insane. using kanji to write english?????? #people are doing wild ass things with vocal synths rn you guys #this isnt even getting into some of the really unique synths themselves too. adachi rei is awesome i love that shes just like #the perfect inbetween of sample based and reconstruction based vocals. shes a sample based synth #but her samples were drawn by hand LOL shes like dectalks granddaughter to me..... #a really good use of adachi rei is iyowa's heat abnormal/heat anomaly/whatever its called ITS AWESOME thats what it is hjrkfdgfd #i think the fact that vocal synths can be so realistic and clean and noiseless out the gate now has made people really stop worrying #about like. realism all together and looking more into expressiveness. omg vocal synth modernist movement

[vilevampire]

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT !!! JAZZLLOCER FANFICTION IS OFFICIALLY REAL. READ IT TO SUPPORT MY JAZZLLOCER AGENDA !!!!

Gazing at Allocer’s peaceful figure sleeping alongside him, enveloped by a comforting silence, Jazz’s mind wandered. The scorching heat in his chest told him that he had reached a boiling point; it compelled him to let go of a longstanding burden. A truth that had so far remained unspoken would finally be said out loud. --- Or, Jazz blurts out his buried feelings for Allocer during a sleepover, and the aftermath of that.

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: N/A

Relationships: Allocer Schneider/Andro M. Jazz

Word count: 3,423

#mairimashita! iruma kun #m!ik #welcome to demon school iruma kun #mairuma #andro m. jazz #allocer schneider #jazzllocer #jazzlocer #jazzocer #allojazz #jazzallo #welcome to demon school iruma-kun #welcome to demon school! iruma-kun #mairimashita! iruma-kun #mairimashita iruma kun #jazzy #allocer #wtdsik #jallocer #my writing #fic

[jazzythursday]

Wylan leaves in the morning.

He doesn’t plan to, not exactly, but he definitely doesn’t plan on staying, either.

Wylan is no stranger to one night stands. He can’t say he gets around very frequently, but enough to know the general plot of how they're supposed to go.

Flirt, drink, fuck, leave. The order isn’t necessarily set in stone, but the list ends the same every time.

He has a good time, for the most part, and it’s always a welcome break from the awful chemical smell burned into the Tannery or the staleness of the empty rooms in cheap boarding houses (when he can afford them) that Wylan is used to. Wylan likes the freedom that comes with it, too. It’s liberating to go where he wants and do what he pleases; to not worry about who he’s seen with or sleeps with or what they might think of him after. And he likes feeling wanted, for a little while. He likes being reminded that he exists.

So Wylan does not make a habit of falling asleep with the people who take him to bed.

He doesn’t even remember falling asleep, really.

He doesn't remember, and yet, Wylan wakes up with his head pillowed on Jesper’s chest. With Jesper’s arm draped over him. His breath is warm where it ghosts over the top of his hair, and if Wylan glances up he can see the way Jesper’s mouth— those lips— fall open in sleep.

It’s the best morning he’s had in months, possibly. Certainly the most comfortable.

He knows it can’t last.

Wylan looks at Jesper, still sleeping peacefully next to him, and he panics.

He’d woken up in Jesper Fahey’s arms.

He’d slept with Jesper Fahey.

Jesper has a reputation, and Wylan knows it, even new to the Barrel as he is. He’d heard about Dirtyhand’s second and resident sharpshooter plenty— Can’t resist a gamble, never misses a shot, and not just with bullets. Jesper Fahey is an excellent marksman, they say, with terrible luck with the cards, and a soft spot for pretty girls and even prettier boys.

Jesper’s played the field— multiple fields— went on a seismic world tour of fields.

Wylan is very good at not being noticed. He’s also very good at listening. People tend to look past him, they never pay any mind to the too skinny boy with the wild hair and the hunched shoulders and the grime that never seems to wash off completely after his long shifts at the Tannery. Wylan knows this, knows he’s very adept at being able to disappear, when he needs to.

So by the time Wylan actually meets Jesper, he’s well aware of his place in Ketterdam’s booming rumor mill. Jesper has many, and Wylan thinks by now he may have heard them all.

And yet, none of them do a thing to prepare him for Jesper.

They’d met in a tavern.

Wylan had been nursing his drink for the better half of an hour, trying to come up with reasons not to go back to the sad cot he had waiting for him in a rented room, with the only window overlooking the brick wall of a dark alley.

So far, he’d only come up with the one.

Wylan had seen the tall Zemeni man from across the room and hadn’t stopped looking since. He was flirting with a girl at the bar, twirling one of his guns in one hand demonstratively with a drink in the other. The girl— a curly haired blond— was giggling, hand pressed to her mouth with eyes that had very clear and direct intentions.

Wylan had almost resolved himself to a night of wasting the few kruge at his disposal with little to show for it, when the man had looked up and caught him staring. The man had smiled, twirling his gun with an extra flourish and then tipped his hat. Wylan smiled back, and gave a little wave. Embarrassing, He’d thought, stop it, he’s already with someone else anyway. He’d looked down, and stared at the near empty contents of his drink until someone sat down next to him and said, in a voice like apple butter and sweet syrup, “Can I get you another of those?”

Then Wylan had looked up into the eyes of the handsomest man he’d ever seen, and thought, he has the most perfect lips.

Out loud, he’d said, “I, uh, well—” His mouth was wide open, he’d realised, and shut it quickly. Again, the man had smiled. Again, Wylan had smiled back. “Yes, please.”

And that's how he’d met Jesper.

Afterwards, they’d stumbled through the streets— I know a place, Jesper said, If you want to take this somewhere more private— until they’d passed a corner where a vendor was selling traditional Kerch sweets out of a cart.

“Stroopwafels!” Jesper had stopped. “I love stroopwafels!”

Wylan was tugging him toward the cart without really making a conscious decision to move, and Jesper had laughed, surprised and delighted.

Wylan bought them both stroopwafels and handed Jesper his with a shy smile and a shrug. “For the drink.”

Jesper looked at him consideringly, head caulked to the side, and Wylan felt himself blushing in the low light of the lamps. “You’re sweet,” he’d said eventually.

“Is that bad?” Wylan had asked, sheepish. Jesper was already shaking his head.

“It’s good. Just not that many sweet things to be had in the Barrel. It’s refreshing.” He’d bit off a piece of one of the waffles and smiled. “These are sweet too,”— he’d leaned in, smile still earnest but with something decidedly different underneath— “I like sweet.”

Jesper had not touched him like he’d been expecting to be touched. Jesper made no assumptions; he’d asked, about everything, in a way that was near gentlemanly if it wasn’t for the fact that he radiated trouble through his pores. Jesper was— not quite gentle, because Wylan had expected hot and heady and everything deep, and Jesper was all of that and more— but he wasn’t rough. He didn’t bruise, not if Wylan didn’t say yes first, and afterwards he’d laid back down and settled Wylan into his arms in a way that he had no real way of protesting— didn’t want to protest, anyway— and kissed him.

It was that that had scared Wylan the most, he thinks. Because Wylan is rarely kissed for the express purpose of it. It was always the promise of more— the rush of what was to come. But people do not generally tend to kiss Wylan for the sake of kissing Wylan. It’s different. Jesper is different, and Wylan can’t afford to be stupid enough to do something like get attached. Can’t afford much at all— really.

But Jesper had kissed him, pleased and lazy and warm, and at some indeterminate time later they had both apparently fallen asleep.

And it was nice.

It was too nice. It hurt with how nice it was.

Wylan peels himself slowly out of Jesper’s arms, careful not to wake him, and decides then that he cannot stand to be here any longer.

Jesper Fahey is not what he’d expected, he’s better.

Jesper Fahey is lovely, and beautiful, and kinder to him than anyone has been to Wylan for almost as long as he can remember.

Jesper Fahey is more than he could have ever hoped for, and he isn’t going to stick around for someone like Wylan.

So Wylan leaves, and he doesn’t look behind him as he closes the door.

#wesper #inspired by the tweet about what kit said about their first meeitng #wesper drabble #wesper ficlet #wesper fanfic #wylan hendriks #wylan van eck #jesper fehey #shadow and bone #six of crows #shadow and bone fanfiction #Jazzy writes #jazzy writes fanfic #a drabble for your troubles?

[genomynt]

After waiting for almost 3 years, here's my work for a One Piece fan zine, WANKPIECE ZINE!!

ft. A commissioned and never-seen-before NSFW work from @DakuShido! 👀

‼️ UNCENSORED VERSION OF THE FANART ON MY AO3 LINK BELOW

❈ I haven't posted it last 2021 because it's supposed to have TWO fanarts for this fanfic and he's MIA for years 😭

I have 2 fanfics: A Law x Robin 💛💜 one and a Niji x Cosette one 💙🩷👀👀

Link: ↓

Niji x Cosette:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54103957?show_comments=true&view_full_work=false#main

Law x Robin:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54104593

#one piece #cosette one piece #niji #nijicose #niji x cosette #nijixcosette #vinsmoke niji #jazzy writes #lawbin #law x robin #trafalgar law #trafalgar one piece #Nico Robin #trafalgar d. water law #cosette

[toonjazzy]

Rambling and Analyzing Eraser bc I’m a fucking nerd—

Alright, let’s get into it!

Okay Okay can I just point out that the intro with the chalkboard and the ripping paper reminds me of High School Sweethearts?

Also, the reversed vocals “Paper, I’ll be”, IT SOUNDS SO GOOD???

THE FUCKING BEAT? THE MELODY IS SO CATCHY I JUST WANNA SING

No doubt, it is way better with the weird bass and the distorted vocals

Also, the message? I think it’s obvious Crybaby is talking about losing her virginity but, listen closely to her words and you will realize this is seriously so sad but unfortunately this happens to so many people regardless of age or gender

The song is about Crybaby losing her virginity young to a person who lied to her and hurt her because they were just trying to get into her pants the whole time like Crybaby originally thought “I know you want only one thing” and says “I’m too young for falling in love”, this is the case for many people. Many people do not know the difference between Love and Lust and confuse together and end up hurt in the process but nobody likes discussing that :|

Crybaby clearly knows what she is getting into which is why she states she is “Pure as an Angel” and “Don’t you fuck me up” and talks about her eraser. And then by the second verse, I noticed that you can hear the distorted vocals more which makes me think it represents her subconscious. Notice that the distorted vocals repeat what she says “Sweet Talk” “Fall” “Lights are off, the lights are off!” “Take something away from me” “Dumb” Take something away from me” She also says “I’m so dumb for falling in love, baby I want you to take something away from me” this may be her arguing with herself because she has these intrusive thoughts which again, are common in most people. But she states that she fell in love because she has sexual thoughts as seen by the lyrics “Now I want only one thing”

Then she says she will no longer be pure as an angel, again, a common thing that happens to people when they have these feelings (Nothing to be ashamed of! Dw!) And then she says this, “Say we’ll last forever and I won’t need an eraser”

This is where the sad part comes in. They did not love her, they only wanted to fuck her and just told her what she wanted to hear so that she would agree. Again, this happens to a lot of people, unfortunately (Be careful if you desire a relationship with love AND lust combined but only receive lust) and we get to the best part of the song, the bridge and the breakdown!

This sounds like her thinking about what just happened and now panicking. She says “Why am I crying? Oh fuck that’s right, you got what you wanted! Oh fuck, that’s right!” So this could be like her either crying after sex (Which I’ve read happens to some people) or her being dumped right after

The distorted vocals could be her mind screaming because she was nervous to lose her virginity or her screaming because she just got heartbroken and knows that she will now be slutshamed (Again, a common thing that unfortunately happens) since she says “I was pure as an Angel, now I’m all fucked up”. Also the vocals sound like they’re saying “No” at the bridge as if her subconscious knew it was a bad idea and tried to tell her No, don’t do this

I imagine her with like wings of fire and everything around her burning and her inner demons yelling at her while she cries. “Wrote your name on my paper, now I’m all marked up” is a clever lyric bc this means that she lost her virginity to this person, and it will always mean that and it has a negative effect on her, “Some things last forever and I don’t have an eraser” (Eraser echoes)

I imagine her at the end picking up a knife and marching towards the person as she says “If I had an eraser, I’d undo what you’ve done!” To get sweet revenge as this is a Melanie Martinez song after all!

*Mic drops*

-Jester Jazzy, an Educated Aroace’s perspective

#Jazzy says #I love this song #Also I better not hear anybody go “But Jazzy you’re Aroace you don’t know—“ #I AM NOT ALWAYS REPULSED! #BESIDES I READ STUFF ANYWAY SO I CAN WRITE MY CHARACTERS #This is how I get those wholesome daydreams and why I also daydream my characters discussing these topics together #Not only that but #I would love to know what everyone else does so I can understand and connect with others #And so that I feel less alienated but haha sh—

[takkotuuesdays]

Hot diggity shit, I forgot I was posting these here. Anyway here’s the final chapter. Dadow-san take the wheel

#carmen sandiego netflix #carmen sandiego #carmen x gray #redcrackle #my writing #finally only have one gigantic project hanging over my head instead of two #baby steps baby steps. jazzy little lizard steps

[bananaminbaby]

Who in Haikyuu is the best in bed?

pairings: Kuroo x reader, Sakusa x reader, Hinata x reader, Bokuto x reader, Mattsun x reader

cw: 18+ content - minors dni, pussy eating, fingering, creampie, mattsun's big dick

note: unfortunately i cant include this in the series since its sfw only, but i like this kind of asks, keep them coming

Kuroo

He teases a lot. Kuroo knows how the game works. He knows when to play hard and when to take it slow. Which is why everytime his cock is in your tight hole, he'd leave you in a crying mess. His cock always angled to that spot that makes you gush more and his hands always busy groping your boobs, your ass or any part of your body.

He can tell from the way you moan and your pussy clench that you are close. So he slows down his pace, alternating between grinding his hips and slow deep thrusts. He focuses more on whatever it is his lips are on. He loves kissing you and your body. Definitely a body worshipper.

"God, kitten... you taste so good, almost as good as how you feel around my dick."

Sakusa

As much as he says he hates germs and contact with people. I think he's one of the best when it comes to pussy eating. He's neat right? He'll make sure he laps any juices that gushes out of you and pushes it back in.

He's not shy with using his hands either. He's always got at least two fingers burried in your cunt and his other drawing circles on your clit. And if you try to close your legs on him, one arm is enough to push you legs against your stomach and hold it down in that position while he continues to devour your cunt like a starved man.

"Mmhmm... Give me another one baby, I know you can do it- come on my tongue and fingers, angel."

Hinata

This man lived in Brazil, you think he didn't learn a thing or two? He's very eager to experiment. No matter how weird you think it is when you suggest it to him, he'll always agree to try it first. His motto is to always try it first before saying no.

I also imagine he has a hairy chest, and despite all of the positions that you've tried with him, his favourite is still missionary. He loves having the best seat to looking at how his cock dives in and out of you, how you tits jiggle at every thrust and how your face scrunch up in pleasure. He loves placing his hands on your hips, pushing it down as he fucks into you. He doesn't care how loud of a noise it makes because all he can hear is your screams of pleasure.

"Louder, princess... Let everyone hear that I make you feel so good everytime we fuck."

Bokuto

I think he gets pussy drunk. He'll get so lost in the feeling of how his dick is wrapped around your warm and tight cunt, that he'll start thrusting like crazy. He cums heavily too. But don't worry, he's got the stamina and cum to last for a few hours.

Every fuck session, he needs to have his balls emptied- preferably in you. His cock would often have a white ring around it, and because of how quick he is fucking you, a string of cum connects your hips. And like Kuroo, his hands would also be looking for something to hold on to. But more so because he too stimulated and he needs something to ground him.

"Ah... Ah.. Fuck, baby, s-so tight. I-ah! I'm gonna cum, you ready baby? I-I'm gonna cum in you."

Mattsun

He's got a big dick. Sure, big dicks don't mean a good fuck if he can't use it well. But the thing is, he does know how to use it. Every time you have sex with him, your pussy always feels the stretch. The stretch so delicious, filling and brushing against every inch of your cunt. He gets cocky every time you start whining about how big his dick is, he'll smirk and tease you, grinding his hips so that you'll feel more of him.

Or if he's feeling mean, he'll pull out, and now you're left with an empty cunt and you hate nothing more than that. He'll make you beg for it while he fucks his fist in front of you. And when he does put it back in, he won't listen to the next time you whine about his big dick because he knows that you enjoy it as much as he does.

"Oh poor bunny... Looks like your cunt is too tiny to fit my cock. But thats okay, we'll make it work, don't we?"

#jazzy{writes} #jazzy×haikyuu #haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #kuroo smut #kuroo x reader #sakusa smut #sakusa x reader #hinata smut #hinata x reader #bokuto smut #bokuto x reader #matsukawa smut #matsukawa x reader #kuroo tetsurō #hinata shoyo #sakusa kiyoomi #bokuto kotarou #matsukawa issei #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu #jazzy{thirsts}

[starjynx]

ACTIVITY + MUSE LIST UPDATE

Alrighty moots! Just to give a little heads up this week is going to be crazy at my workplace & i'm going to be taking on much longer shifts after tomorrow! I have an 11AM - 10PM shift on Thursday and have a follow up 6AM - 2PM on Friday. So after tomorrow i'm going to be nonexistent the rest of the week here as well as on discord. So any friendos trying to reach me after tomorrow & i'm unresponsive please know it's not personal, i'm just dying LMAO. 💜

So tonight & tomorrow i'm going to try to build up a queue and get some things out of the inbox because I really want to hype over winter's arrival and some new muses i'm picking up.

Throwing my muse list changes + upcoming carrd info under a read more since this is getting lengthy.

ON THAT NOTE:

I am culling some muses off my muse list that have evaded me & i'm just not feeling them anymore. Which doesn't mean they'll never come back I just don't have the mental capacity to hoard them any longer ( as much as I adore them ). I want to make space for new muses that I want to try a hand at writing as I go through new series.

After this hellacious week and once I recover i'm planning to make a carrd; I found a template I like finally. So i'll be throwing out my document once I find time to edit the carrd and what not. Seeing as the document is giving me problems with trying to move around muses and edit things the way I want to. I cannot be asked to try tackling that right now so it'll stay like that until I put up the carrd.

MUSES TO BE DROPPED:

Kodai Ryoko Ranger Levy Kaylee Liz Sleepy Ash Penny Hypnos Killjoy ( already dropped ) Raven ( already dropped ) MUSES TO BE ADDED: Miwa ( jjk ) Kotoko ( milgram ) Sage ( valorant )

#【💞】❛ Dear Writing Partners... ❜ #【🌺】❛ Activity Update ❜ #【🌺】❛ Jazzy Babbling ❜ ( ooc ) #{ organizing makes my brain happy and i've been neglecting that really bad lately. } #{ so time to organize~ } #{ im just feral for this milgram drama series right now. im getting my partner to suffer with me huhu. }