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mountainficss · 3 months

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STAWPPP 🦈 ANON HERE .. THE FIC WAS TOO GOOD😭😭😭 DAMN U KNOW HOW TO WRITE. anyways im back for more cuz omggg I SAW THIS LIKE REALLY WOWOWOW PHOTO OF WONWOO like w/ his hair wet and stuff and GWOWODODOD DAMN (https://pin.it/3hCKDB7wu) just thinking abt how shower sex with wonwoo would be, ugh thanks again 4 answering, I always get so anxious writing these !! ^_^

OH MY??? jeon wonwoo…ugh he’s so pretty…

ALSO I MISSED U 🦈 ANON I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED THE JOSHUA FIC <333 i’m so sorry i take forever to respond these days. these professors must really want me to stay busy with all this work they’re giving smh. ALSO PLEASE DON’T BE ANXIOUS I LOVE HEARING FROM YOU ALL <333

omg shower sex with wonwoo would be so sweet. after a long day it’s what both of you would need. maybe work is rough on the both of you or you just want to spend some quality time together. either way shower sex is the perfect way to wind down! he’d slide in the shower with you, the water soaking his hair and causing little droplets to run down his pretty face. would pull your body to his chest and press sweet little kisses to your neck from behind, licking and sucking on the skin lovingly <3 he’d stick two fingers inside your heat, fucking you slowly and stretching you out so you can take him better ;( no matter what wonwoo always takes the time to prep you, he never wants it to be painful for you (and i just know he’s got that dumb dick so it’s gonna hurt more if he doesn’t prep—). he’d pull his fingers out, licking them clean as he guides his length to your hole. he’d push in slowly, one hand gripping your hip while the other snakes around to knead your chest. and while you adjust to the stretch he’d be whispering the sweetest praises in your ear about how you look so pretty for him and how his cock was made for only you </3 the steam from the shower and the feeling of wonwoo filling you up so well would make you lightheaded, already feeling cock-drunk despite him barely even fucking you ;( he’d thrust gently at first, checking constantly to make sure he wasn’t hurting you. you’d have to practically beg him to go faster because he’s always so worried about you </3 but then his thrusts would gradually speed up, the sound of skin colliding and the shower running echoing through the bathroom. he’d let out the lewdest whines and whimpers next to your ear, licking up your neck and pressing a small kiss to your jawline. he’d pull your body as close as physically possible and wrap his arms around your torso, your back pressed against his chest so closely you can feel his heart hammering ;( you’d push your hands against the foggy glass to steady yourself, leaving smudged hand prints as wonwoo drills into you. it wouldn’t take you long to finish with how desperately he was fucking you, the sound of wet skin and wonwoo’s sweet moans sending you over the edge. he’d reach a hand down to rub circles on your clit as you cum, feeling you jolt against him. he’d cum inside you as your walls tighten around him, continuing to rub your clit through his orgasm </3 his moans would be so pretty as he fucks his cum deep into your hole. your legs would wobble, feeling weak as you both struggle to catch your breath in the steamy shower. he’d be panting as he pulls out, reaching two fingers down to your hole to fuck his cum back inside ;(

you’d both be so tired but wonwoo would still take the time to clean you up, lathering your hair in shampoo and gently massaging it into your scalp. you’d lean against him, your eyes fluttering closed as you feel wonwoo’s fingers in your hair and listen to the sound of the warm water raining down on the both of you </3333 god i love wonwoo so much

#seventeen smut #thoughts #seventeen #smut #wonwoo smut #seventeen wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #svt smut #svt imagines #wonu #mountainficss

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t4rt4gl14 · 2 years

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IM GETTING EXCITED JUST THINKING ABT DRUNK KAZUHA SMUT YES ITS A GOOD IDEA 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

⌜⌳⌝ — 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞; 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐞~

-> 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : kaedehara kazuha !!

⑄ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : mndi. dark content ahead. fem!reader + mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption + deepthroating ( receiving )+ railing ( receiving )+ overstimulation + dom!kazuha + drunk!kazuha + cumflation + markings/hickeys + spanking + teasing + edging + facefucking ( receiving) + fingering ( look it’s just one of my great masterpieces )

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : y’all THIS MIGHT BE FAVOURITE FIC THOOO 🤩🤩 cuz i had to write for drunk kazuha from the GAA event <333

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 634

you’d wondered where kazuha pondered off to the entire day, you wanted to ask him how he makes an amazing dish so you went looking for him, only to stumble across a winery with a certain bard, you ran over to him, attempting to tap on his shoulder to wake him up but found no avail, “kazuha. k-kazuha?? uhh is he alright?”, venti then explains how he’s incredibly drunk 🙂. but then suddenly kazuha shoots up from his seat and wobbles from side to side; reaching out to hug you, “h-hheehee my pretty y-y/n *hic* i m-missed you so-ahh- s-so much *hic*”, it was clear he needed to go home and rest so you bid your farewells to venti and left.

[ N$FW BELOW !! ]

when you finally made it home whilst dragging kazuha along, you take him up to your shared bedroom and rid him of his clothes into something more light. you got up to get him a cup of water but was inevitably dragged back to the bed and in the sheets. kazuha began kissing you all over, peppering your face in light smooches and nibbling on your ears n neck, his soft palm slowly moving down your body and onto your crotch, just to rub and grind on your clothed sex. “k-kazuha you’re literally drunk i need to-“, you were interrupted with a deep kiss before parting with a string of saliva which soon broke. “shh savour the moment, enjoy it, wanna feel good with you.”

“mmm touch me down there please~ mmn want you to suck my cock, pretty please hhehehe”, you were surprised since he was usually never this direct but then again, he is still drunk 😒. despite being drunk he was incredibly sensitive, just one kitten lick on the tip and he was already leaking pre-cum. you wanted to take it slow but clearly kazuha had other plans so his fingers found his way to your soft hair and shoved your head however he pleased, using your bare throat as a fleshlight since he ravishes in the contractions of your mouth, how you slap his thigh because he’s a bit too rough, how you gag and groan, fuck he just wants to empty his balls right in your mouth..and then again and again n again. againagaingain.

“cumming!~ ♡♡nmgh!~ anghh ♡ohh mm! that’s right take it all♡, mm~”, you can barely catch break, when you swallow his seed, he flips you on your stomach, and with a spank he commands you, “lift your hips f’me”, and once you obeyed you were rewarded with praise. his fingers move to your hole, your pussy practically calling his name and begging for him to ravage you, ugh he just wants to rail you into the mattress, make you moan his name and grip the sheets so hard they might rip. despite being so close to cumming, he always slows down and giggles, “ehh? hehe were you gonna cum?? mmhehe not until i say so”, he holds your hips in a bruising grip and you really think you might lose it if you don’t cum.

but thankfully at that moment, kazuha shoved his length in, it may not be long but fuck it’s so thick. “‘mmm i’m stretching that cunt out arent i? fuck- m’gonna fuck you s’much, can’t stop..don’t wanna stop”, he’s completely lost himself in you- his urge to breed and fill you up kicking harder than ever. leaning down to mark your neck once again, his hand sliding across your body to rub clit whilst he pounds you, all the while your knuckles turn white from the grip you have on the pillow, and your glossy eyes rolling back from the pleasure, unable to form sentences but only babble, “sensitive! too sensitive! anghhmm♡♡”,

— [ from the event ] “hnnhehe…more. moremoremoremoremoremoreeee; hehhee moreeee~ more please~~”

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆: @kxisuke @currysrealm @leathernourishingshoepolish @stygianoir

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tokio-motel · 9 months

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AHEM

yk about like bills and toms hands righttt(we love georgs arms but this aint abt him rn)

ok so maybe do smth for headcannons or full fic when they find out their bf(reader like duh and obv together cuz u made smth where reader dated both of them soooo😍) has a hand kink specifically for hands like theirs, toms hands AND arms and how they get veins and stuff and for bill how they just LOOK

like they would probably notice reader acts a certain way when they touch his thigh or smth and they thought it would be the touch itself but nahhhh its they handss(u can put other stuff too)

and later on they prolly tease reader abt it a lil(mostly tom) and then they canoodle(most likely bottom reader) with way more touching and body squeezing or wtv tf u call it

did i make this too long??? yo i think i talk too much😭😭😭

KAULITZ TWINS X MALE READER: HAND KINK

(OH MY GOD THEIR HANDS IN THIS PIC WJHRBDKREBEDJHCB (i think i have a problem) )

・They didn't notice it at the beginning

・Like if your breath slightly hitched if Bill grabbed your thigh or how you got flustered when Tom gently ran his hands up your arms

・They then started to notice how you would always look down at their hands whenever they grasped you, or just ran your fingers over their veins whenever you held hands.

・Oh my god this made them so giddy

・They thought it was slightly funny but it also made them kinda....whats the word...powerful?

・Just the fact they could touch you in the slightest way and you'd be blushing made them feel some kinda way.

・They would touch you so much more now, oh my god.

・Just coming out of nowhere and grabbing your wisst as they pull you near them, hands over your hips

・Bill couldn't help but smirk if you flushed or stuttered on your words, leaving soft kisses on your neck as he gently rubbed his thumbs over your waist.

・The teasing would be ENDLESSSSS from Tom.

・He'd always lay his hands on you, whether it be on your thighs or hips, neck or arms.

・Chuckles to himself if you blush or if your heart beat speeds up

・His stomach hurts from laughing

・Bill would point out how your cheeks would redden

・Rubbing his thumbs over them in circular motions- oh my GOD.

・im blushing while writing this 😻

・The twins set up a plan together, just to see how far it will be until you break your silence.

・Going to you at the same time, maybe they put on a movie and sat on the couch with you inbetween them.

・Then they start to rub their hands down your body, Tom squeezing your thigh as Bill rubbed his hands on your stomach

・They couldn't help but laugh if you flushed or covered your face.

・They didn't stop- oh no.

・Nah, they keep grabbing you and touching you at every given moment, the movie just background noise at this point

・If you happen to quietly whimper or whine at any given time, they look at each other and quietly laugh to themselves.

・Tom rubbing over your thighs, fingers trailing to your inner thighs as Bill leaves hickeys all over your neck as he wraps his hand around your neck

・They're enjoying this far too much.

・If you're starting to get horny, they make you beg. You're being so quiet right now, apart from the soft whimpers leaving your mouth, afraid they will become louder.

"What was that, sweetheart?"

・Tom would ask, his hands rubbing your inner thigh as his fingers trail higher and higher-

・Bill chuckles into your neck, teasing you slightly

"Cmon, let's hear that pretty voice, M/N."

・His voice is slightly muffled but it sends vibrations up your neck and tingles down your spine due to his dominant tone.

・How can you deny him?

・You feel Tom gently tug at your waistband with those dammed perfect hand as Bills fingers travel up your shirt and to your nipples-

・OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!!!!!

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wttcsms · 1 year

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Hihi i saw ur request box was open & i just couldnt resist! A big confession to make here, uhh ive been such a big fan of u and yr writings and also u were the v first fanfic blog i came across a couple years ago so yea, u literally open my third eye to a whole new world of fics👉👈 🥺

i feel like you havent written angst in a while–and bc i miss ur angsty haikyuu fics– sooo could i request post-breakup college!au with atsumu or iwai (honestly anyone who'd best fit the scenario cuz i trust ur characterization👌) abt the aftermath of the breakup, them seeing us on campus and unconsciously following us with their eyes, reschin to help out on instinct only to realize theyre no longer together, thinking about what could've been just reminisce reminisce

ahhhh im sry honestly dont know how to expand more on the idea

thank you for stealing my ficvirginity😃

pairing atsumu miya x f!reader word count 2.1k content contains exes still in love, college!au, mutual pining author's notes hi <3 i remember you (eycee, right?). don't be a stranger! you can always dm me and say hello :) thank you for the constant support. not sure if this fic is angsty enough, but i wanted yours to be the first req i do <3

“Hi, welcome in! Let me know if— Oh.”

Your voice falters, recognition and maybe even something similar to embarrassment flits across your face, and a split second later, you go back to smiling like nothing’s wrong. Like the two of you haven’t spent the better half of this month actively avoiding each other at all costs, even though the sprawling acres of the University of Tokyo suddenly feels too small. The entirety of Japan has felt too small ever since it became his mission to never cross paths with you ever again.

This mission of his started just a little over two weeks ago, on the very same day you decide to use his heart as your own punching bag. The worst part of it all, though, is the fact that he doesn’t even hold any type of contempt for you. It’s a cruel sort of joke; sometimes, Atsumu Miya feels like everything bad that happens to him is just some sort of sick punchline in a sitcom instead of real life.

Usually, when girlfriends find out their high school sweetheart is going to be a wildly successful (and rich) professional athlete, they’ll do anything in their power to hang onto him.

You decided to snip the invisible string tying the two of you together, and you did it so effortlessly, so quickly, that Atsumu had to make sure that he hadn’t been imagining the last four years of your relationship.

He’s got his hands shoved in his pockets, and he’s torn between staring at you like a total creep or looking at everything in the campus bookstore but you. He settles for the former, scared that this will be his last opportunity to really look at you.

Neither of you is saying anything. It’s a Saturday and so no one else is even in the bookstore this morning, and Atsumu wants to say something, anything, but he’s never been that great at carefully picking his words, and he’s scared out of his mind that he’ll say something stupid and prove once and for all that you had been right to break up with him. Better yet, he wants you to say something. He wants you to give him a better explanation instead of the bullshit you told him in his apartment.

We just want different things.

What does that even mean? He thinks he would have shouted out that question, if only your little break up speech hadn’t caught him so off guard. Different things? The two of you wanted different things? Sure, Atsumu likes to sleep in a freezing cold apartment, and you need the room to actually be at a reasonable temperature. And maybe Atsumu has a penchant for overly fried, greasy foods when all you want (and deserve) is a fancy dinner. Maybe Atsumu wants to be at a sports store instead of browsing aisle after aisle in Sephora, but he doubts these different wants have accumulated so much that you felt you had no choice but to break his heart.

“Hey, Miya.” You say it softly, dropping the perky customer service voice you greeted him with before you turned around and realized who he was. And he flinches. He fucking visibly cringes at the way you speak to him, walking on eggshells and going back to formalities like he’s barely above a stranger to you.

Miya.

(Did you know that he wanted to make that your last name?

Do you know that he still does, even now?)

“Hey,” he replies back, curling his fingers into fists inside his pocket. He thinks his voice comes out all scratchy, like how it always sounds when you don’t use your voice nearly enough. He clears his throat awkwardly. Everything feels awkward; everything feels wrong. He says “hey”, but what he really means to say is please don’t call me Miya; you know the color of my toothbrush, you don’t have to call me Miya.

“Were you looking for something?”

You.

Subconsciously, Atsumu finds himself seeking you out. He walks by another girl on campus and almost breaks his neck with the speed he turns around to catch a whiff of the perfume wafting from her body because he swears it’s the same fragrance you favor. He walks by the building that houses all the classrooms for your specific major, even though it’s located on the opposite side of his own classes because he secretly hopes against all hope that he’ll run into you, and you’ll see him and fall in love with him again. He goes to the same restaurants the two of you frequently ate at together, and he orders your usual because you can never finish your entire meal and always have him finish off the leftovers for you (and the food is always good, but somehow it doesn’t taste the same when your utensils haven’t touched it first). And he doesn’t even need to be here, doesn’t even care enough about his stupid class to go out of his way to buy the study guide, but he knows you’ve started picking up the weekend shifts at the campus bookstore, and suddenly, he cares enough about passing to get the damn study guide.

He shrugs. “Just some stupid workbook to study for an upcoming exam, but it’s not that serious.”

“Oh. Is Dr. Furata giving you a hard time again?”

“How do you do that?” Atsumu blurts out, wanting to kick himself for giving too much of himself away. You already own every centimeter of his heart and maybe his soul. You don’t need anything else from him; he’s almost certain there’s nothing left for him to give you, but he can’t help but impulsively ask the damn question that’s been running through his mind ever since you left him behind.

Did you know that when you’re confused, your brows furrow together, and you get this adorable, endearing crinkle in between them? Do you know that he still finds that same expression as cute as he did when you still called yourself his girlfriend?

“What are you talking about?”

How can you just stand there and act like you never crushed his heart? How do you wake up in the morning and not feel like your life is missing something important, like you’ll never feel whole again? How can you keep him wrapped around your finger, and then have the audacity to not even realize it? How did you let him go so quickly?

Practicing caution, he swallows hard before clarifying, “How do you know everything?” Because if you can act like he’s just a polite acquaintance, like he’s nothing more than another fellow classmate, he can try to play pretend too. He can act like there’s not enough history between the two of you to fill up every damn textbook in this stupid store. “Yeah, Dr. Furata’s been on everyone’s ass. Somethin’ about midterm grades being worth a quarter of our overall grade.”

“Believe me, you’re not the first victim of Dr. Furata’s to come wandering in the store. I think I have a few more of the workbooks he suggested in stock. Let me go check.”

It’s instinct at this point for Atsumu to just follow you. If he uses his imagination, it’s almost like he’s back to browsing in a makeup store, walking aimlessly in every aisle, following you loyally because he’s happy to have you lead the way and he doesn’t care where he ends up, so long as you’re there with him.

But this isn’t an afternoon date with you. This is him following a bookstore employee. After you find that study guide, which is really nothing more than his flimsy excuse for seeking you out, you’re going to ask him “card or cash?”, ring him up at the register, and he’s going to walk out that door and have to act like he’s still not in love with you. All the while, you’re doing fine. You’re fine right now, and you’re going to be fine when he leaves, and you’re probably going to be fine, five years down the line, when you’re happy with someone else and Atsumu is alone because in this little hypothetical, he still hasn’t gotten over you.

He is trailing behind you in this bookstore, and your back is facing him, and he’s panicking because he doesn’t think he’s capable of not loving you.

Just two weeks ago, you knew him better than anyone else in the world, maybe even better than Osamu, perhaps even better than he knows himself. Now, you just give him a polite smile as you grab the small stool to reach the books located at the very top of the shelf.

“God, I hate the way we organize everything in the store.” You say, lightheartedly complaining. He knows you do. He knows because he’s known you for nearly a decade. The two of you have grown up together. You made this same complaint sprawled out on the couch in his apartment.

When he doesn’t reply, you look down to see if something’s the matter, only to do it too quickly that you find yourself losing your balance. Before you can come crashing to the floor, Atsumu is quick to catch you, and you pretend that his protective embrace isn’t comforting. You pretend not to notice that he’s wearing the cologne you bought him for Christmas last year, and you continue to pretend that you don’t miss him at all, that you don’t still love him.

And for a second, the two of you both pretend that you’re still with each other. That it’s perfectly okay to savor this intimate moment, that his arms wrapped around your body right now isn’t awkward in the slightest. He’s staring at you with a sort of starstruck, boylike wonder, and it’s so familiar, so sweet, because it’s the way he always used to look at you. His lips part slightly, like he’s about to say something, and—

The loud ring! interrupts whatever moment the two of you are sharing, and you nearly jump out of his arms. You hear the distinct footsteps of another student, and you adjust your shirt before remembering where the two of you are — what the two of you are. Not a couple. Barely even friends. Just a bookstore employee and a student that needs a book. That’s all the two of you are allowed to be.

“I should probably go check up front and make sure they don’t need any help.” You tell him, biting down on your lip. “Anyway, did you need anything else, or would you like me to check you out right now?”

He blinks a few times, as if still in a daze. “Uh, yeah, sure.” The tips of his ears are flushed a light pink. “Y-yeah, I’m done here.”

The two of you practically race each other to the front of the store, and you step behind the counter to scan his workbook. He drums his fingers, looking around the store. When he’s nervous, he likes to be moving. You know this.

Just looking for an excuse to use his hands, Atsumu mindlessly picks a pack of gum off a nearby rack and slides it towards you so you can also scan it. You know you shouldn’t say it. You know it’s supposed to be a clean break. Instead, you tell him,

“Actually, if you want, I have the fruit variety flavor.”

“Huh?” This catches his attention.

You reach into one of the boxes that have just been shipped to the store, rummaging through a tiny one before revealing a shiny, new package of gum, this one advertising all the flavors based on tropical fruits. “Would you rather have this one?”

“Oh, yeah!” As if truly forgetting what the two of you actually are (exes, strangers with too much history, two people still pretending like they’re not in love), his eyes light up. “How did you kno—” He doesn’t finish the question. He knows the answer to the question.

You’re quick to finish ringing him up, the “polite strangers” illusion being completely shattered. It’s obvious, really, that there are always going to be parts of Atsumu that still live deep inside of you. You can only hope that this isn’t the case for him.

You hand him the bag, and when he grabs it from you, your fingers just barely graze each other’s. Atsumu is scared — scared that this might be the last time he ever feels your touch.

And because you’re a glutton for punishment, you find yourself telling him,

“Don’t be a stranger.”

You can’t tell who’s more devastated: you or him.

#atsumu miya x reader #miya x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #hq angst #one shot #drabble #imagine #haikyuu fanfiction #wttcsms writing warmups #this fic is so taylor coded btw #'please don't ever become a stranger's whose laugh i could recognize anywhere'#< that's literally reader n atsumu rn #wanted to leave it vague but #reader breaks up w atsumu bc they're both going in diff directions in life and she doesn't want to 'hold him back'#EVEN THOUGH ATSUMU WOULD REARRANGE HIS WHOLE LIFE FOR HER AND FOLLOW HER ANYWHERE #but she wants him to do whatever HE wants

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lostarchivesoforpheus · 7 months

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`•- Comfort & Solitude

naib subedar x gn reader

summary: comforting naib because he has too much emotional baggage and he deserves to be comforted and also i wanna comfort him

warnings: physical touch, the bottle naib stuffed his negative emotions in exploded and now his emotional baggage is overflowing, possibly ooc(?)

a/n: naib is blorbo

when he first realises that his emotional problems are piling up, naib tries his hardest to hide the fact that he's not feeling the best from you. he doesn't want to bother you, and he can easily take care of his problems by himself.

except his definition of "taking care of his problems by himself" is ignore it and bottle everything up and act like everything is fine.

except you can see past this little facade of his, and as the two of you are getting ready to go to bed for the night, you sit down on the bed and confront him about it.

when you bring up the topic of his emotions with him, his body immediately stiffens. he tries to brush it off and tell you that he's alright, but you're not buying it.

you reassure him that you wouldn't judge him for feeling how he's feeling, and that it's okay for him to feel bad sometimes, and he just... breaks.

he doesn't say anything, but he hugs you tightly. you gently rub his back, and he shakily nuzzles his nose into your neck. silent tears roll down his face, and you whisper sweet reassurances in his ears.

he listens to your consolations as he quietly weeps, letting out all the emotions he had previously kept inside. as you hold him close, your presence soothes him in a way nothing else could.

he eventually relaxes in your arms, your presence soothing him, and as you press a loving kiss to his hair, he gently leans against you as he slowly falls asleep in your reassuring grip.

a/n: kinda insecure abt this fic cuz i wish it was a bit longer but also that's my problem with almost every fic i write soooo we'll get there eventually,, but other than that i hope it's okay :,)) im just returning to writing after a month of burnout so i think this fic is pretty alright considering that! also i <3 naib

thanks for reading, and remember to take care of yourself!

#`•- side hall in the archives: hurt/comfort #naib subedar x reader #naib subedar #idv naib #identity v naib #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v #idv #idv mercenary #fanfic #fanfic author #fanfiction #fanfiction author #x reader

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vixxensvoid · 2 months

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OK I DONT READ MUCH FANFICS BUT WHAT THE HELL

The lack of community fanfics is ASTOUNDING LIKE THIS SHOULD BE A HATE CRIME. Actually, I’m pretty sure by Abed and Jeff’s standards this IS a hate crime. Let me tell you why… as if it isn’t obvious enough:

first and foremost, Abed: BRO. Do I even have to say? 😭 like be so fr he started “we’re in a show” and “six seasons and a movie” … and fanfics 😍🥱 this man would be reading them with Troy and “this is creating an alternate timeline”, “cool cool cool”, “wow this is the best media I’ve ever consumed”, etc. Typical Abed things <3333

Supportive bff Troy: THIS MAN LOVES ANYTHING ABED LOVES 😭💀 plus he would think it’s so cool “awesome! Look Abed, someone wrote a story (bless his heart) about me >_< ! ^_^ !!! <3” they would def read these in their blanket/pillow forts when their tv goes out cuz they didn’t pay the bill (although Annie would never let that happen)

Jeff: HIS EGO? Hello??? This man would eat that shit up and read them first thing in the morning and last thing at night. You can’t tell me otherwise. And whenever he feels bad about himself he remembers that people write about him 💀 cuz y’all remember when he pretended to be 400 pounds just to see if someone would still love him? Come onnnn now

Annie: IDC WHAT ANYONE SAYS SHE IS DEFINITELY A “Y/N” or “x reader” girly 😭🥱 IDC WHAT ANYONE SAYS (yes, I repeated it). IK DAMN WELL IN THE RUFFLES EPISODE SHE WASNT UP AT 2AM CUZ OF HOMEWORK. SHE STANDS ON BUSINESS 🤨 SHE FINISHES HER HW AFTER CLASS OR SMTH. SHE WAS READING FANFICS UNTIL 1AM AND CHOSE TO ORGANIZE HER LISTS 🥱🤫 she would blush sm if she read ffs abt herself 💀

Britta my babygirl: people always hating on my wife fr so when she sees fanfics, two reactions depending on what type they are

if it’s normal ffs and fluff/crack she will love it and laugh, feel appreciated “see guys! TOLD YOU I HAVE FANS!!” I love you britta 💔 and… smut 😭💀 GIRL SHE WOULD BE LIKE “THIS IS NOT FEMINIST!!! PORN PORTRAYS WOMEN-“ and a huge rant but tbh I’m with her on that 😍💋

the Dean: 💀💀💀💀💀 YALL HE CANONICALLY WRITES FANFICS. COME ON. 😭😭😭 IM CRYING. HE WRITES JEFF X DEAN FANFICS AND WE KNOW IT. HE WOULD MAKE A TUMBLR AND AO3 ACC UNDER A DUMB NAME LIKE “Jeffs_littleDalmatian” 💀 or smth like that AND HE WRITES THAT WEIRD DALMATIAN SHIT YALL I CANT 😢 worried for him fr. OH AND HE PRETENDS TO NOT BE THE DEAN, thinking he’s so smart “it’s just my sister!!!”, “it’s just a fan!!! I think people at school are shipping us Jeffrey 😏”. AND he would 100% send Jeff fanfics that HE wrote 💀😭 but ofc Jeff knows his writing style… aka delusional

I could go on and on but y’all get the point. WHERE THE HELL IS THIS SHIT??? THEY WOULD BE SO DISAPPOINTED IN US 💔 especially Abed 💔

Anyways I have more to add and I have many community dreams… I’m thinking I should just start making them into crack fics atp. Would anyone wanna read my dumbass crack dream fics of them? ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

Leave some asks abt ur dreams too cuz I wanna know so badddd, I love weird community headcanons + dreams. The highlight of my days fr

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str4wb3rry-guy · 2 years

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okay but i need a steddie childhood friends to strangers to friends to lovers fic

like imagine steve subtly asking dustin so many questions abt eddie after he finds out dustin had become friends w him cuz he hasnt talked to eddie, like /rly/ talked to him, since 8th grade and wants to know how hes doing.

and like it could have flashbacks throughout the story of eddie and steves friendship from like 2nd grade to their falling out in 8th when steve decided he thought popularity and fitting in was more important than his friendship w eddie.

(eddie had a crush on steve the whole time they were friends and as much as he hates himself for it, it never fully faded after their falling out)

so throughout the whole of s4 theyre both just avoiding the topic but during the scene where eddie tells steve him biting the bat head off was "totally metal", steve brings it up and apologies for being such a dick to him. eddie tries to brush it off, saying its not a big deal, but steve doesnt drop it. he stops eddie and looks him in the eye and says some thing like "u didnt deserve that shit, eddie. i was an idiot that thought fitting in was worth kicking u to the curb and idk if ill ever forgive myself for that." eddie just kinda looks at him all stunned and starts to stutter out a response but steve just /keeps/ talking "i get it if u want nothing to do w me after this is all said and done but uh, idk i think id be cool if we started to hang out again. only if u want to, tho, its okay if u don't. i get it." eddie, not having a clue how he should react to that, says something like "ya, man. id rly like that." w a stupid smile on his face and then completely changes the subject, starting his speech abt the stancy tru luv bullshit.

further more, when it gets to the scene where theyre splitting up for their kill vecna plan, eddie steps forward and says steves name, searching his brain to say something, /anything/, but hes a fucking idiot so he ends up just saying "make him pay". steve nods at him and starts to turn away but just decides 'fuck that' and he turns around again. he just walks right up to eddie and pulls him into a hug, giving him no time to protest before burying his face in eddies curls. eddie stands stunned for abt 2 seconds before hes hugging him back. still holding onto him, steve tells him to pls pls be careful, munson. and eddie laughs nervously patting his back before pulling away, saying something like "u too, man. i wanna see ur pretty face walk back here alive." and softly slaps his cheek or something equally awkward and gay before they both part ways, eddie getting weird looks from dustin which he promptly ignores. (robin would know exactly what was happening ofc, steve told her absolutely everything, so she would just give steve an awkward thumbs up or something)

idk what would happen after that this kinda got out of hand- im sorry lmaoo but i cant get this out of my head i need someone to write this or i might have to take matters into my own hands😭(and god knows id never finish it or have the confidence to post it anywhere)

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otrtbs · 7 months

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bae i would like to tell u that u r the reason i am a regulus apologist like the way you write him makes me want to crack open my rib cage and offer you my heart because it's so personal. like i normally don't cry over perceived 'sad fics' cuz they usually don't make me like the characters anymore that i already do but OH MY GOD. the way you wrote every. single. character in ahb! is literally toe curling to the point of me going from an avid peter hater to liking him. like your characters r so ;;;;; lifelike bcuz u didn't make any of them just one-sided like "i'm james and i'd die for regulus!!" (which is kinda him) but "i'm james and i'd live and love and be brave and happy with and for my regulus" which is so. yes.

this is just me raving on abt how much i love u

tldr: i loved ahb! and think ur an amazing writer

hello this is so jasndjskaknsna

my heart is SO FULL RIGHT NOW :,)) <3333 regulus is just a little guy in that fic w a dark thundercloud above his head always and im so glad you love him

thank you so much, this is so sweet and i really appreciate you taking time out of your day to be so kind to lil ole me :,)) <33333

#asks #art heist baby!

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oohbuggypie · 3 months

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it's both my God given right and duty to never shut up so i am going 2 not be quiet about BullDon 🫡 putting all text ("analysis", fanfic reccs, general rambling) under a read more so those who don't gaf can scroll easy 🩷 HERE WE GO !!

(all fanfics and their respective author are linked within their titles 🩷)

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K WHERE DO I START . their dynamic, past the obvious matador and bull trope, is so interesting to me. i think that their backgrounds have so many similarities; Don is a matador and is shown to have hundreds of people gathered in a stadium to watch his match, and Bull is watched relentlessly by the paparazzi. but they both have very different reactions to the fame and attention they receive. Don soaks it up and Bull can't stand it, and i think it contributes to their odd, almost mirror dynamic a lot

past that is their personalities and ethics,, both of them are SO full of themselves i actually almost forget, with Bull only being slightly more humble (cuz he can't exactly brag about his looks 😭) . Don is more prideful than he is cocky imo; but he's VERY expressive of his anger and distaste for losing, which makes him kind of paralell to my idea of Bull. though this follows more of a headcanon of mine and not whats in the game, i think Bull is really calm outside his persona in the ring (i.e his intermissions,,, he's being friendly if anything with Doc and he speaks so calm and low in Title Defense). unlike Don, he's shown actually building endurance and managing his emotions compared to his Contender cutscnene, essentially the OPPOSITE of Don, who only gets more sour and negative after he loses. i think in that aspect they're complete opposites but that switch makes their dynamic and relationship so much more complex to me

in the ring i think they share the factor of channeling their anger to help them succeed; Don is stronger when he's pissed at his missing toupee and Bull is .. Bull ? the Bull charge and his gut punch in Title Defense are very telling if his entire character isn't about how genuinely angered that man can be and i think that gives them a more complex element to how they'd work together; they're both sour and ugly about being perceived/looked at (more literally) in a way they don't want to, so that's just another thing that i find so interesting .. they have a BUNCH in common yet they're drastically different when you look at their characters generally

K NOW FANFIC RAMBLE TIME 🩷

Suficiente:

if anybody knows the author DetectiveCapan from AO3 personally im so dead srs when i say u should message them and praise them. i could not stfu about their BullDon writing and im not going to in a paragraph or two here but OH MY GODD. i have always avoided both actual books and fics alike that are written choppy and simplistic, and especially ones that lack atmosphere simply cuz they're just unappealing and hard to make me feel what's actually going on. but their BullDon trilogy ?? somehow their style of writing, which doesn't use complex words or long sentences packed with detail, is genuinely some of my favorite that i have EVERR read . they make the emotions the characters are feeling SO easy to understand and feel even without exaggerated expressions and dramatic descriptions it's actually kind of incredible ? and the bit of humor isn't overbearing, it's just silly and it sets up the atmosphere, which never ends up terribly serious. they write relationships with a familiarity in the atmosphere and actions that have been unachievable in any other piece of fiction ive read and the gestures omg .. IM GONNA BE SPECIFIC IN MY RECCS SO YOU'LL HEAR MORE ABOUT IT BUT OMGG. DETECTIVECAPAN IF U SEE THIS BLESS UR HEART SERIOUSLY UR AN AMAZING AUTHOR 🩷🩷 PLEASE KEEP DOING WHAT U DO UR WONDERFUL AND I'D LOVE 2 SEE MORE OF UR WORK ABT BULLDON / PUNCH OUT!! WII IN GENERAL 🥹 now the recc list!!

possibly my favorite out of all three and it's literally the first one 😭 ough i could gush about this one FOR SO LOOONG ,,, i love how they immediately establish Don's mindset and attitude with how he both admires and pities the World Circuit for what they get and what they go through. when Don's out of the shower and he sees Bull half dressed there's no implication of sexual tension despite them being mostly undressed in front of each other and thats actually SO special to me because i had a morethanfriendship just like this and they captured the reality of it in a perfect way, like feeling for feeling . same in the way that Bull watches Don get dressed; they mention he stares but he doesn't have a corny, shocked "omg i hope he didn't notice me" reaction to catching himself. instead they mutually understand that they're admiring each other and they just smile about it . LIKE UGH THATS SO SPECIAL TO ME OMGG. and also Don putting on his - what'd id assume - rosary and then dabbing cologne behind his ears .. literally clutched my own cross necklace like omg that detail makes me crazyy i love the religion mention sm 😭

also UGH Bull's mannerisms .. a little annoyed at Don but there's such an endearing thing about it; he's annoyed at his demands but he complies anyway cuz even though he knows Don is purposely trying to make him a little pissed, he likes him enough to and he knows it'll make him happy .. THERE'S A DEEPER SENSE TO IT AND I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT IT IS BUT IT'S HARD TO WORDD 😭 also Bull being quick tempered about small things like the radio playing static and the music not being his taste .. and just the mutual like attachment they have with each other.. Bull never says anything about taking Don "home" (his hotel room) but Don knows exactly to get in his car and go with him anyway ,, and i cannot stress hard enough that it's just the little things seriously. i will never ever be regular about Bull liking to tie Don's boot laces, or promising to get his favorite beer when he offers it, or purposely (and patiently) waiting for him to get out of the shower so they can talk 🥹 like all those little gestures of love that show that he really does care . also possibly my favorite thing about this whole trilogy is that they have a very unestablished relationship ! it's never explicitly stated that they're dating or in love or anything even romantic but there areee quick mentions that imply (if im reading them correctly) that they're def a bit more than friends i.e Don mentioning how he thought his skin would burn from being in Bull's shower water temps ,, but the fact that it's not an established relationship and they don't outright express romantic interest in one another makes it SO much more special. it sets a completely different tone that creates warmth, familiarity, and comfort between them 😭

that's about that for Suficiente .. I LOVE IT SO MUCHH 😭 PLS READ IT, LEAVE KUDOS, AND IF U CAN COMMENT UR PRAISES !! 🩷 it is so well deserved genuinely. now on2 the next:

La Cosa Sobre El Pelo:

ugh i love this one equally as much. im gonna be repeating a lot of the same praises and ideas from "Suficiente" bcuz the whole trilogy creates the same kind of atmosphere but i still wanna gush about and explain it 🥹 omgg the paragraph about Don having a bald ass head and it scaring away the ladies made me giggle SO BAD . also UGH okay .. the sentiment of Don being vulnerable enough to confess his biggest insecurity to Bull, and for Bull to actually reflect and think about it so long after he's been told and reciprocate the vulnerability by showing Don a photograph of him before he lost his hair .. OUFFFGGHH actually the cutest and sweetest thing ever . also i am a nitpicker and a sucker for small details and i just absolutely LOVE how naturalistic the author makes the characters move. like Don doesn't get up and stand to grab the photo off the nightstand, he leans over and props himself up with his elbow and continues sipping on his beer when he's observing it like any other person would .. ugh i LOVE that detail , i get a little bothered when people write characters to be unnaturally animated in a setting where it doesn't exactly make sense to be, so that's another aspect of their writing that i appreciate soo much 😭 also it's the gestures omg .. when Bull grabs Don's thigh and shakes it and Don doesn't jerk away or question the closeness , he just leans back onto the bed and continues/ends their conversation about how he'll look bad with no hair and Bull looks good without it ,, I LOVE THAT SO BAADDD again it's the familiarity the meaning of Bull's gestures ,, the care that they quietly express instead of directly saying it .. GAWDD that's like my fav thing 😭 there's something so special about the silent concern and care that Bull has for Don in their writing; the small actions and the thought behind them do so much more than what words could say and i think it's super in character for him as well .. literally stellar i think i need to reread and add onto this one once i look at it again but I LOVE THIS ONE SO SO MUCHH 🩷

#punch out!! wii #punch out wii #bald bull #don flamenco #rambling soo hard #THIS IS NAWT COMPLETE THIS WILL BE EDITED AND CHANGED CONSTANTLY TILL IM DONE SO IF U SEE TEXT HERE NOW THATS NOT HERE LATER UR NOT CRAZY #ugh can drafts stop escaping

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fvkedupgirl · 1 year

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NINJAGO AU DUMP BC I SAID SO !!

NINJAGO BMC AU

jeremy: jay- doesn’t get the squip to end up w nya, but instead bc he’s sick of feeling like a loser and thinks it’s be good for both him and cole if he was “cooler” bc to him cole is the coolest guy he knows and he feels like he’s holding him back socially

michael: cole- end love interest, obv obv

christine: nya- kind of plays a similar role to chloe or brooke in the sense that jay only tries to date her bc the squip tells him it’ll make him seem cool, rather than genuine feelings; has a little gossip trio w/ morro and pixal

rich: kai- got a squip a year prior, pretty much same character/purpose as rich

jenna: morro- idk i just rlly love the idea of morro being the queen of gossip @ their school

jake: lloyd- bros the green ninja ofc he’s the most popular guy @ school in this au, but also not jock popular guy like jake, more like the popular guy who’s popular bc he’s attractive but ALSO he’s just the sweetest guy. ever. and rlly oblivious to the point where u want to hate him bc of the way the ppl who are nice to him/like him are but you can’t bc he’s so sweet

chloe: pixal- listen okay she’s just a gossip girl ik im pushing it w chloe and christine here but let me LIVE okay let me have my nya pixal + morro gossip trio

brooke: zane- zane is the innocent guy that is besties w the gossip trio bc he follows pixal like a puppy and she would protect him w her life

endgame ships: bruise, bg pixane + maybe samuraishipping

would also include focuses on the dynamics between: kai + lloyd, rgb siblings, nya pixal + morro, kai + jay, + probably more if i fleshed out the whole plot a little more

thinking abt unagami squip?? or maybe some version of superstar rockin’ jay???? probably the latter tbh

SKYBOUND AU(S) BUT MAKE EM ALL BRUISE !! (rhyme time bbg)

so like on the one hand we have the obvious: replace nya w cole. which. i want to do obv bc it’s perfect and i have been planning out the details of the scene where he dies in jays arms and they turn back time and then we finally get our bruise kiss since FOREVER so im not letting my baby go even if other ppl have already written the concept b4.

ON THE OTHER HAND we have, instead of doing the same plot just switching around the roles of some of the characters, REWRITING THE WHOLE PLOT BC HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUTTTTT OKAY everyones always like “nyas the bride” “coles the bride” but what if WHAT IF WHAT IFFFFF *JAYS* THE BRIDE???? HEAR ME OUT HERE ME OUT HEAR ME OUT OKAY IVE BEEN THINKING ABT THIS IT CAME TO ME IN THE SHOWER AND I WAS LIKE. THIS. I COULD WORK WITH THIS. BC I WAS THINKING ABT LIKE SOME YUMMY COLE-PERSPECTIVE BRUISE ANGST OF S6 W THE SONG “ITS OVER, ISNT IT” THE OTHER DAY AND I WAS LIKE “HM WHAT IF I WRITE A WHOLE FIC ABT THIS” BC I CANT JUST THINK OF ONE-SIDED BRUISE BC I HATE THE ONE SIDED SHIP TROPE *BUT* ONE SIDED BUT ITS ACTUALLY NOT THEY JUST THINK ITS ONE SIDED BC THEYRE IDIOTS IS A TROPE THAT HAS SUCH A CHOKEHOLD ON ME AND NOW HERE I AM!!!!

any ways uh if i did this im kinda thinking like. nadakhans all “i wanna marry nya” and jays like “dude wtf u can’t just. marry nya ill fite u /p coles my real bbg ofc” and nadakhan says “shit u rite. too much work. plus i got me a captive rite here like it don’t matter who i marry cuz once i got my powers i can bring back that shitty girlypop of mine n e ways. damn bluey ur so smart” and jays like “wha.” so our guy writes a fun explanation of the whole marriage thing to the rest of the squad and he’s like “YOO so im bouta get married but that would not be great for me or anyone else in the whole world so maybe we should do something abt that like just so y’all know” and coles like “bitch not my MANS” and we’ll see where it goes from there bc the timeline would be V different and things would have to get done faster meaning they’d get done differently and id have to actually rewatch the season to figure out the kinks but as i continue to write this the urge to make this a reality grows every more tempting i am foaming at the mouth rn

dumped all of this into my notes and decided to share to gauge ppls interests (pls excuse any rambling my notes are full of so much rambling it’s not even funny)

#ninjago #lego ninjago #jay ninjago #cole ninjago #bruiseshipping #bmc #au #ninjago au #skybound

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indulgnc · 25 days

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👤🖋️👃 for your asks if you're still doin em :3

ty for the ask!!🥺

(readmore cuz long lol)

👤Describe your current favorite character (including OCs):

sweats… hard… its 🌱. its him. not gonna talk toooo much about him cuz i have a lot already but just know that he 1. was sickly as a kid 2. has a weak immune system and mentions worrying abt catching a cold 3. says hes allergic to animal fur and 4. is physically weak and 5. I need him to be exposed to an allergen NOW!!!!! ive been hyperfixated on him for. 4 months straight genuinely i have thought abt him every day for 4 mo😭😭😭😭 im crazy

oc wise… he hasnt been debuted here yet but harlowe! been working on him in the oc server and having a lot of fun w him. hes a way-too-laid-back lab baby w no sense of self preservation or privacy. lol. “almost anything makes him sneeze”—probably self quoted. hes a student who will get himself into situations to get attention from his favorite medical student that he wants to convince study him <3

🖋 - What is your favorite media that you have made? (Illustrations, writing of any kind, WAVs, manips, etc):

mmm i have a few fics on here that turned out decent! but nothing im crazy proud of… i guess wavs maybe? ive only done a few but mostly bc like. years ago i could Never see myself doing any.. but its fun to explore that aspect of the kink/sexuality! ^_^ so im glad ive allowed myself to try it out and build enough confidence to ever post one!

👃🏼 - What would you like to do with your fav’s nose? (Break it? Tickle it with a feather? Wipe it with tissues? The possibilities are endless!)

Ahaha…. all of the above? 🌱 once again… the sadist in me says break it LOL<3 want him to get punched in the nose and its broken and sensitive to heal and have ice packs and painkillers and also i ❤️ nosebleeds!!

the snzfucker in me…i want someone to spray perfume near him or bring out a super dusty box or something covered in cat hair (!!!!!) and he cant figure out why hes so set off ehehe…. i do like the imagery of flowers shoved in someones face but hes not allergic to flowers (trust hes not) but i think even some that smelled super strong like the scent (lavender or smth similar maybe) would be an issue…. :3 cover his nose w his hand and kind of scrunch up his face as soon as he notices the presence of something thats Definitely gonna make him sneeze ahaha …….. :3

#ask #ty moon!!#🌱

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actual-bill-potts · 1 year

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hi! i just wanted to drop by and say, i think your last prompt fic rewired the chemistry in my brain. i've been rotating that interaction between finarfin and olwe in my mind for hours now. that's probably the best take i saw on them & and on why finarfin didn't return immediately after the first kinslaying. that was amazing and your writing is wonderful

also i'm in love with your "and all our towers cast down" fic, with your portrayal of finrod and his trauma, it's honestly fascinating

hope you're having a good day/night <3

omg tysm for this incredibly kind message!!!! it literally made my entire day. tbh i didn't expect much of a response to that ficlet bc it was such a struggle to write - Aegnor and Angrod are not characters I think about often and Alqualondë is so odd narratively to me bc it feels like it should be a major turning point for everyone but it kind of...isn't? So this was my best attempt at making it make sense in my own mind. I need to write a full meta post on the subject soon haha to put my thoughts in order. I'm so glad you liked it!! Though I don't really write about them much, Olwë and Finarfin are such interesting characters to me so I'm glad they came through properly.

And thank u so so much!! i have absolutely adored writing towers, it's so much fun to explore the character dynamics and really dive into leithian and make everyone's choices make more sense in my own brain. in my mind finrod's death is really what sealed the doom of nirnaeth, cuz politically fingon lost so much with finrod. so i am really looking forward to exploring the ramifications of his survival and how the events of tol-in-gaurhoth affected him. i really see his role in leithian as him finally snapping and being like I'm going to help this person I love no matter the cost. I've always headcanoned that a big part of the reason he went to middle earth was to support both the nolofinwions and his own people who loved feanor. and in middle-earth he's had to make the hard pragmatic choice so many times, between splitting from turgon pretty much forever, letting his brothers go to the front lines, sending balan's people to the front lines, constantly smoothing things over between the Fëanorions, the nolofinwions, the doriathrim, the bëorians, and the laiquendi, and at the point of leithian he's just seen so much of that work burst into flames around him and he basically pulls a fingolfin. he's like fuck what happens to me, fuck what happens to my kingdom: thingol is insane, two of my brothers are dead, pretty much all of balan's people that i worked so hard to help are dead except this one guy who is determined to go on a suicide mission. so im gonna help balan's descendant and no one can stop me.

But now he's survived and he's going to have to reckon with...all of that...with fingon who just lost his father to a similar impulse, and with orodreth, and with himself. and of course sauron's mind games didn't help him any. so he's in a pretty bad headspace right now and is going to have to deal with a lot of the losses he's just been shoving away and not looking at up until now.

Anyway sorry for the ramble! I'm just very passionate abt this project lol.

Also, I know you like Finarfin, and this ask made literally my whole entire day, so here's a Finarfin+Finrod snippet for you! I hope you enjoy <3

That morning, Arafinwë's eldest son does not so much walk into the dining room as swim. He is encased in layers upon layers of swishing fabric that billow before and after him, making it necessary to sway carefully to avoid tripping; his hair, loosed and straightened, falls nearly to his feet, and keeps tangling about his knees; and he looks inordinately proud of himself.

Arafinwë glances at Eärwen in bewilderment, wondering if wardrobe-related madness is a symptom among the Returned that he has forgotten about. She looks just as confused as he feels, if significantly more amused.

"Good morning, Finrod!" he says aloud. "Er - is there a special occasion?"

Finrod moves carefully to his chair, then sweeps his massive skirts behind him, swiftly moves the chair out, and sinks into it with a whoosh. He looks up cheerfully.

"Good morning, Atya, Ammë!" he says, beaming. "No special occasion - this is cultural. It is the latest in Vanyarin fashion!"

"Is it?" Arafinwë asks weakly. "It seems - difficult to move in."

"Oh, yes," Finrod responds, grinning even wider. The effect, in conjunction with the sparkling, billowing skirts and tangled hair, is nearly blinding. "That's the point, you see! It is intended to emulate the care with which the Valar must move, encased in the forms they take to walk among us. I thought the idea was fascinating. And the fabrics they use are so beautiful!"

"Ah - that is indeed interesting," Arafinwë responds, wondering who among his mother's people he will have to take aside later for a quick word on not telling Finrod about Vanyar fads. "Surely it is not intended to go out in...?"

"Oh, but of course it is!" Finrod says. "I plan to go out to market as soon as we are done breakfasting, to experience the full effect. Would you like to come? It could be quite interesting."

"Alas, your mother and I must hold court soon after breakfast, and cannot join," Arafinwë says without much regret.

"You must tell us about the experience, though!" Eärwen chimes in, sounding as if she is suppressing laughter.

"Ah, very well," Finrod says cheerfully; and after he has breakfasted he does indeed rise carefully - barely snatching his garment away from the remnants of jelly on his plate before it can be stained - and swim out of the room.

Eärwen and Arafinwë look at each other and burst into laughter.

"The skirts!" Eärwen gasps, "The folds! It will take him an hour to exit the palace!"

"Oh dear," Arafinwë says at last, wiping his eyes. "Oh dear. Was he like this before?"

"He was!" Eärwen exclaims. "Do you remember, he used to creep into your father's closet and try on his best robes? Then he would swan about the halls, trying not to trip."

"I had forgotten," Arafinwë admits, a smile curving his lips, "but you are quite right. He always did love beautiful clothing. I only hope that his pursuit of high Vanyarin fashion will not send him home with a broken collarbone."

"It is so good to have our son home," Eärwen says abruptly. "Our children gave me such joy. I had nearly forgotten."

Arafinwë reaches across the table to take her hand. "It is," he agrees. The image of Finrod leaving the room, having to angle his hips to fit through the door and bundling his hair about himself so as not to trip, floats across his mind and he chuckles again. "Do you remember when bustles were all the rage, and Artanis got caught on a turn of the stairway? She was furious."

Eärwen's laughter is a welcome peal, more light of heart than he had heard in years. "As I recall, it was Finrod who convinced her of their merits in the first place."

"She did not take his advice on fashion again, after that!" Arafinwë agrees. He cannot stop smiling as he begins to gather up the breakfast things and neaten his own robes. It feels as if his heart is singing within him: Our son is home. He is home. He is home!

#my writing #finarfin #earwen #finrod #silm fic #nice people saying nice things #the silmarillion

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zoyaofthegardvn · 1 year

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Hiiiiii, so i read your manon x elide fic (bad kitty) and i absolutely ADORE jealous manon soooo i was wondering if maybe u could write a fic abt petrah flirting with elide (cuz I remember that one of your other fics said she did lmao) and manon being like super jealous? only if u want to ofc byeee🥰

Which Witch?

A/N: ahhh omg thank u so much for the kind words! im proud of that fic! that is so sweet, really it means a lot to me! i really love jealous manon too, i am so down to write this. thanks so much for requesting, i hope you enjoy! :)

CW: Allusions to smut!

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Manon is fuming from where she stands next to Abraxos, saddling him up. Across the field, she watches as Elide smiles and laughs with Petrah Blueblood.

Petrah had recently bonded with a new wyvern, a long time coming as she mourned the loss of her Keelie. Manon, urged by Asterin and Elide to reach out, had invited Petrah and other Bluebloods to the castle Manon and her clan occupied, now that Manon was Queen of Witches. The intent was to strengthen relations between the clans, and to enjoy some leisurely airtime with one another's mounts.

This visit from the Bluebloods was supposed to be the perfect mixture of work and play, building alliances while also asserting the Blackbeak dominance. But, Manon's just been angry the entire time. Jealous. And of course, Elide has no idea. Manon hasn't told her. She has no plans to admit she's jealous, but it's getting harder and harder to watch Petrah woo her girlfriend.

Abraxos grunts when Manon pulls his saddle a bit too tight, and she rolls her eyes as she loosens it. She pats his side, runs her hands down his thick chest, and mutters, "Oh shush, you big baby," before her gaze lands back on her lover, who is now happily skipping over to her.

Elide's grinning, and when she lands in front of Manon, she places a quick kiss to her cheek. Manon's frown fades a bit, but she still isn't happy. Luckily, as Manon always looks angry, Elide notices nothing really different.

"Petrah said I can ride with her! She said her wyvern can do this really cool trick, and that she wants to show it to me before I see her do it! She said it would be a surprise," Elide breaks off into a laugh, "I tried to get her to tell me, but she says I just have to experience it!"

Manon resists the urge to scoff, to roll her eyes, to take her anger out on Elide, sweet Elide, friends-with-everyone Elide.

Instead, she says, through gritted teeth, "Why can't you ride with me? We're all going to the same place."

Elide's smile drops just slightly. "I love Abraxos, you know that, but I want to see what Petrah's talking about! I'll ride back home with you, of course."

Like he knew what she was saying, Abraxos grumbled, and Elide laughed and planted a smooch to his arm, patting him as he soaked in her affection.

Rarely did Elide not ride with Manon, the exceptions being when Elide had Asterin take her out, usually without Manon knowing. Manon doesn't like the idea of Elide being at someone else's, something else's, whim. And she really doesn't like the idea of Elide having her arms wrapped around someone else's waist.

"Do you really think I'm going to let someone show you a trick? Mid-air?"

Elide scoffs, "Oh, Manon! It's Petrah! We're friends! Nothing bad will happen." She still hasn't noticed Manon's discomfort, she's still happy, still excited.

Manon looks over Elide's shoulder, to where Petrah waits, and she notices she had already added another strap for a passenger to fasten themselves in. It makes her blood boil.

But Elide's just so damn excited. And as skilled as Abraxos is, he doesn't do many... tricks. She doesn't want to ruin Elide's fun, so she rolls her eyes, grunts her approval, and dips her chin.

Elide squeals, grabbing Manon's face and placing a big wet smack to her lips before jogging back to Petrah.

Manon watches, with a scowl, as Petrah helps Elide onto her mount, and straps her in. Petrah climbs up, and Manon does the same with Abraxos. Once everyone's ready to take off, Manon orders Asterin to take the lead this time, so that she can trail behind and keep an eye on Elide. Then, she gives the signal, and they're all taking off.

The ride is only about 5 minutes away, they're going to an open valley where the mounts can hunt, the witches can spar, and overall, everyone can have a good time making friends and forming alliances. Several of the witches have brought their significant others, some even toting witchlings along. It's supposed to be a fun day, stress free.

That's until, a few minutes in, Petrah's mount speeds up, soaring past everyone else. Manon can hear Elide's laughter, and some of the Thirteen chuckle at Petrah's young mount, full of the attitude and vigor their mounts once had back in the day.

But Manon isn't laughing. No, she's gritting her teeth in anger and narrowing her eyes as she watches Petrah recklessly fly her girlfriend around hundreds of feet in the air.

And then, Petrah's mount does a fucking flip. Manon gasps, her heart falling out of her chest, her stomach sinking.

But then they're right side up again, and Elide's screaming and laughing so hard that one of the other witches yells, "Hey! I wanna try that next!" and then, they flip again, and Manon sees red.

She urges Abraxos faster, roaring, "PETRAH!" but they pay no mind. Besides, they're approaching where they're meant to land anyway. Asterin leads the descent, landing first, with Petrah and Elide soon after since they'd gotten so ahead. A few more witches land, and then Manon and Abraxos slam onto the ground. The ground shakes, and everyone stares as Manon aggressively climbs out of the saddle.

Petrah is unsaddling her mount and Elide is laughing, pulling her wild hair out of her eyes and mouth, when she abruptly stops, noticing Manon stomping over to them.

"ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?" Manon bellows, aiming right for Petrah. The poor witch turns around in confusion, and Elide steps in front of Manon before she can attack the woman.

"Manon wha-" Elide tries to intervene, but Manon just pushes past her.

"Taking my girlfriend up in the air, and nearly killing her!? I invite you to MY home, and you pull that shit?!" Manon seethes, hands curling around Elide's arms to stop her from pushing her back.

Petrah sighs, and she doesn't get angry like Manon expected. "She's her own person, Manon, she can decide what she can handle."

"You didn't even fucking tell her what you were doing!" she roars, her teeth sharpening and claws beginning to poke out.

"Manon, please, I didn't almost die! It was fun!" Elide tries to reason, but Manon won't hear any of it.

Petrah doesn't give in to Manon's anger, she just levels her with a cool stare. "Well, I'm sorry if you feel disrespected Manon, but you're not the only skilled witch here, you know. I know what I'm doing, and Elide was perfectly safe with me. I'm not overprotective, I want people to enjoy themselves when they're up in the air," as calm as she is, Manon knows it's a jab at her.

She goes to lunge forward, a hiss escaping through her teeth, but then Asterin is there, a hand on her shoulder, and Elide's still holding her back, pleading with her to calm down.

"Manon, we're supposed to be here having fun, building a relationship. Elide's perfectly fine, so calm down, and don't ruin this,' Asterin's voice is smooth, the definition of level headed and logical. Elide sounds like she's nearly in tears, the way she keeps repeating Manon's name. The sound of her distress is the only thing that snaps her out of it. She looks around, every single witch, their mate, their children, watching her as she lashes out at someone meant to be her ally. She hates to admit it, but Asterin is right. She can't jeopardize what they're all gathered here for. She may have an issue with one witch in particular, but witches as a whole have to get along, they have to be able to stand each other if they want to ensure their long term survival.

Manon finally gives up, snarling as she walks away, pulling Elide with her. "Stay away from her," she calls over her shoulder, and Petrah shrugs like it doesn't really matter to her.

"Manon..?" Elide asks weakly, like she's afraid saying the wrong thing will set her off.

"We're leaving," Manon grits out, speeding her pace up when she realizes she can feel everyone's stare on her.

"You're overreacting, Manon, and I don't want to leave," Elide tries to pull her arm back, but Manon's grip just tightens.

"I don't care! We're going home," and then she's grabbing Elide by the waist, hoisting her up and onto Abraxos.

Elide pouts and stubbornly crosses her arms as Manon buckles her in. "You're being ridiculous," she says, and Manon doesn't even bother answering. She climbs up, swings a leg over, and waits for Elide to wrap her arms around her waist. When she hesitates, she hisses her name in warning, and then she takes off as soon as Elide reluctantly complies.

The five minute flight is tense and silent, and when they land back at home, Elide is immediately unbuckling herself and sliding off of the saddle. Manon watches as she stomps away, likely to their bedroom, but she doesn't follow. She needs time alone to calm down, before she really takes it out on Elide, which she has no desire to do.

She slowly removes the saddle from Abraxos, ignoring his disappointed glare. Over the years, he's formed a bond with Elide, too. And he's clearly upset with Manon for upsetting her, and likely a bit hurt he didn't get to join the fun with the rest of the wyverns and witches. Manon gives him extra pats and treats and then lets him be, knowing he'll be over it in a few hours.

She slowly trudges up to her bedroom, taking the longest route possible, through the winding hallways and towering stairs. When she finally stands outside of the door, she gently pushes it open, calling out Elide's name.

Their bedroom is huge, almost like an apartment. Elide isn't in the bed, or on the couch. She's not in the reading nook when Manon checks there, and she's not in the attached office. She isn't in the kitchenette, brewing tea like Manon had expected, and she isn't sitting on the balcony, tending to her plants. Then, she hears the faint sounds of water trickling from the bathroom.

"Elide?" she asks, gently knocking on the bathroom door.

"What do you want?" is the reply she receives, cold and harsh.

"Can I come in?"

A long pause, then Elide sighs. Manon takes it as a yes.

When she walks in, she's greeted with the sight of Elide in the bathtub. Usually, the sight of her naked girlfriend would have her stripping her own clothes, settling into the tub behind her, trying to cop a feel, but this isn't the time, unfortunately.

Elide doesn't even raise her head or open her eyes from where she's resting it against the lip of the tub.

"You were out of line today, Manon," is all that she says.

"I was worried about you."

"And what exactly gave you the impression that I was in danger? Could it have been my laughter?" Elide snaps, and it takes Manon back a bit.

"She flipped you upside down, Elide. Without asking or telling you or me."

"Yes, you should try it. Maybe that stick will fall out of your ass," Elide finally picks her head up, glaring at her girlfriend.

Manon rolls her eyes. "Funny, Elide."

"I'm being dead serious."

Manon groans and runs a hand over her face, pulling a stool to the edge of the tub and sitting next to her girlfriend, her beautiful, frustratingly oblivious girlfriend.

"Damnit, Elide. Try to understand. You never ride with anyone but me, and I do everything in my power to keep you safe when we're up there. So imagine how it felt when I saw you doing flips in the fucking air with nothing but your hands around someone else's waist and a gods damned belt to keep you in. I didn't fucking appreciate it!" as much as she's trying to not get angry at Elide, her voice takes on a sharp tone.

Elide stares at her and blinks, and then slowly, a small smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth. "You're jealous."

"Excuse me?" Manon scoffs, confused about how that's all she took from what she'd just said.

"You didn't like that I had to have my hands around her waist. You just said it! You're jealous!" Elide acts like she just caught Manon at something.

"Seriously Elide, that's all you got from that? I was fucking concerned."

Elide's face softens. "I'm sorry it scared you, I really am."

Manon nods her head in appreciation.

"But you were still out of line. And jealous," and Manon doesn't even have to look at her to know she's smiling.

"Yeah, maybe. I'll talk to Petrah tomorrow. But I don't feel bad about it. And, I wasn't jealous," but she doesn't sound very convincing.

Elide snorts. "Yes you were. It's obvious. Don't feel shy about it, it's cute."

Manon scoffs, "I am not cute, Elide."

She hums, settling back against the tub. "Sure, whatever you say, baby. You're forgiven, even though you didn't say sorry."

Manon dips a hand into the water and splashes Elide's face. Elide laughs, "Hey! I'm being nicer than you deserve right now! Only because you looked kinda hot, being all overprotective and everything..." she trails off, eyes following Manon's form as she stands, beginning to peel her clothing off.

"I think you need a reminder about which witch you belong to, hmm?" Manon asks, foot stepping into the tub.

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Day 22 - Discuss Owen. Opinions? Favorite moment? Least favorite moment? Any unpopular opinions? Any fun headcanons?

under the cut for length xD

im actually gonna try to keep this short bc g-d knows like 80% of my brain power’s gone into constantly babbling about owen for the last year. so im gonna speed run this. main opinion? he’s character of all time to me. hes mentally ill hes mean he thinks love is weakness he loves so hard he’d burn down the world for it hes a bitch he cares for his friends sooo much hes good at his job hes bad at his job. hes misogynistic hes a woman hes homophobic hes gay he prioritizes casual sex hes a little bit in love with all his friends hes tries to save others he wants to be saved hes wants to die he gets angry when hes killed he wants to contribute something good he destroys everything he touches hes loyal to a fault he judas’d jack. everyone he loves leaves him he nearly destroyed the world to keep from being abandoned his parents didnt want him his mom never liked him. hes just some guy he’s the most insane bitch to ever exist. hes transmasc shes butch hes a straight guy she could be the worst woman ever hes a bi imbicile. hes mean and bitter and angry and awful and he tries to remind everyone and himself of it but hes good hes good hes good in the end.

other opinions uh… i think the writing handles him irresponsibly at times, and is disrespectful towards him, although maybe they thought it was justified cuz hes an ass sdjkfhds. but the undead arc is fucking mean to him in a lot of places. dmw in particular is like… idk it just strikes a particular tone at his expense, i don’t like it. it’s cruel. but torchwood isn’t exactly a show that respects its characters much. something that particularly bothers me is the way he oscillates between being fucked up and fine in a way that’s like… not realistic, it’s obvious it’s just a writing issue. like, the way he’s magically better and healthier and less of a prick after season 1, and then again after the undead arc. like that’s not how it works. that character growth wasn’t earned. that’s a pet peeve i have, and also kind of why s2 owen exists in a different place in my head as s1 owen. the main owen that lives in my head is him at his worst, not a version of him who’s randomly and inexplicably doing better and being kinder, and as a fic writer i like starting at that unhealthy baseline and trying to actually put the work into making him better, too. lord knows the show didn’t care enough to do it well. then again, it’s torchwood, yknow. the characters aren’t the focus. unfortunately.

my fav and least fav owen moments are my fav and least fav eps of the whole show fdshfkdjs so they can be found here and here. but tldr, fav moment is everything that happens in the last two eps of s1. least fav is every time he interacts w tosh. lolol. dude i could list sm moments of his that i love i have like five compilations of him on my phone. im ill lmao. there are 11k mentions of his name from me on discord across all my servers ;-; guy im deranged abt fr

unpopular opinions

i think he’s easily the best written character (not the best character, that's subjective ofc - but i also lowkey think he's the best character. but also im slam dunking him into a dumpster cuz he sucks)

tbh i don’t completely like his backstory? but it is what it is. i just think s2 owen feels very different from s1 owen and they worked so hard to make him more likeable which is nice and all but it’s almost at odds with his original characterization. like i said, s1 owen and s2 owen are practically diff characters to me

mmm and i dont like s2 owen quite as much ;-; i much prefer him in s1. i do like his undead arc though. well. i like aditd. dmw 😒 my beloathed

in general i dont like nice owen fdhfjsdhfkd which i think is an unpopular opinion. im just v picky abt him tbh

i fucking HATE adam!owen he’s not cute. i loathe him. talked about that more here.

(THIS one’s controversial but imho!) him and jack have a very unhealthy + borderline abusive relationship but! it’s in a lowkey fruity way and not a, gag, paternal or brotherly way. ill talk about this more at some point, i wanna do an analysis of their relationship but i don't fully have my thoughts on it together yet. but i think they have smth a bit psychosexual (in the tomgreg definition of the word. where my succession freaks at) going on.

(in general i HATE the fatherly jack & owen angle it makes me super uncomfortable when jack flirts w him in canon. this is the horny show dude. why does authority figure automatically equal father figure to ppl. weird. jack's his commanding officer, guys. also the inherent homoeroticism of being someone's second in command. yknow. he brought him back from the fucking dead, dude. that was fruity with gwen & suzie and it was fruity with jack & owen idc.)

slightly adjacent - i think owen’s a lot gayer than he lets on / than people see him as. i don’t think he’s women-leaning at all, i think he’s more of a 50/50 bi, he’s just got some p heavy internalized issues going on. he’ll sleep with men, if the opportunity presents itself (so he can justify it, lawl), but i think he has issues with the idea of loving and dating one. but i think he’s just as attracted to men as he is to women.

that being said, i dont think he’d call himself straight. one of my biggest pet peeves is fics where owen’s like “im not gay btw” he wouldnt fucking say that. i think if you asked owen about his sexuality he’d do a hand wavey motion and thatd be that

tosh x owen bad btw ive made my opinion on that clear. i like him with suzie and gwen and martha and even diane, but not tosh. not a cute dynamic.

and speaking of, he doesnt secretly like tosh lol. ive seen ppl who think he’s secretly very fond of her - i don’t agree with that at all, cuz canon sure says the opposite. he respects her but he doesn't particularly like her very much. (cuz hes a bad taste MORON imagine not liking tosh. what a fucking freak.) which SUCKS i want them to be friends. i want them to be nerd buddies. but nooo.

in general he’s a ��bisexual man who treats women like shit therefore im shipping him w men till he learns be behave” type of character to me

gay love would fix him. btw. i think he needs a boyfriend i think it’d heal him

hcs… i have a lot but a lot of them r private OR i eventually intend to pepper them into my fics so im kind of hoarding them… but i do have some like

for starters he’s a bpd icon

also hes audhd af

he was rlly into punk shit as a teen + played with gender a little bit back then, + sexuality (kissing his guy friends in public to make a statement / piss someone off, that sort of thing). that was kind of his first experience with queerness + figuring himself out + bc of that it was born from a place of defiance that he never fully got over. helped him feel like he was taking back control over smth that made him feel like shit (his mom was. Not an ally. to say the least)

in fact a lot of his behavior is a result of his mom believing he’d always be a fuck up, that he’d never amount to anything. he wears spite like a badge. being a poor kid who became a doctor and getting engaged at 23 were both ‘fuck yous’ to his mom.

he dabbled in playing drums as a teen (i stole this from burn but i mean owen already canonically skateboards just cuz burn brought his on-set. the rest of burn’s interests owen would probs find dorky tho). he still drums his fingers + pens on his desk a lot this drives everyone crazy. he needs fidget toys

oh he chews on pens also. and hes a chronic leg bouncer. (gwen also has anxious stims actually. if u get those two together on a bad day its a lil cacophony of sound. shes more a nail biting sort tho)

i dont come up with stuff for undead owen much cuz it bums me out but one of my few hcs is he gets rlly into gaming cuz its smth to do. cant skateboard anymore cuz he might hurt himself so he picks up thps *taps temple*. also he shreds at guitar hero but only privately (he thinks its cringe). hes mainly a ps2/ps3 player but tosh builds him a gaming pc (partially just cuz she wants to like the reward of getting to make smth w her hands dhfkdsj). he also gets into doom + postal from his youth again. hes a little more wary of shooter games now that it's his career but also its good for his anger fff

in my owandy verse he has an english bulldog named alfie and he babytalks him but its a very “no one will ever believe you” situation HFSDJHFSDKJFK

i think about owen and pets a lot bc it amuses me <3 i dont think hes a very pet-oriented person but i like the thought of him with reptiles or ferrets. i think he should be a ferret dad. ive been trying to weasel this (ha) into my owento verse bc i think ianto would be displeased.

ok ill stop before this gets too long.

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