#late writing session

[obey-me-headquarters]

do you have any SOFT(!!!!!!) pet au thoughts you haven’t got to talk about? your destorying lucifer’s egg post destroyed me so please don’t kill me again

Gosh, it's been a hot minute since I've thought about this au. But it still remains one of my favorites! Here are some soft headcanons I have for the au (along with some other random hcs, as I have a lot of Thoughts for this au that I've been waiting to Spill!!!)

This is more of a world building headcanon, but I imagine that demons like to sleep in nests. Usually this just means they get a old blanket or two from their owner, and the demon will curl up on the ground with it. Which makes you so confusing. When they come to your house and you have a fully decked out nest, with a collection of different blankets, all different textures and weights. What was even more surprising was the futon you laid out for them. For once they had the option to sleep on something that wasn't hardwood or, if they were lucky, carpet.

This is less of a headcanon, and more of something I assume as Canon in every (soft) pet au, but I always assume that the reader has all 7 demon brothers, or will get all 7 brothers once one of the brothers settle in and tell the reader about their brothers. Then the reader will track down each brother and adopt them. I also imagine that another reader (usually different from the reader who has all the brothers) adopted Diavolo, Barbatos, and Simeon. I imagine that the reader will adopt Diavolo first and then get Barbatos to help them take care of Diavolo because he's a high-class demon. I don't have a concrete idea on how they acquire Simeon after, but I think it would be an accident. Like they found Simeon abandoned and brought him home. I also like to imagine that both readers co exist in the same world, just because I don't like imagine one group not having a kind reader.

Out of all of them, I definitely think Diavolo is the most touch starved. He just isn't used to being touched gently. At least with the brothers, they all had each other at some point. Simeon is an angel, so he's been thought of as a more "softer" pet, and thus, humans wouldn't be opposed to cuddling with him or giving him a hug. Barbatos hasn't been touched much, but he is still very well behaved, so once in a blue moon, he would have gotten a gentle head rub. Plus, Barbatos thinks being a good pet means that he shouldn't want for anything, so it's not like Barbatos is begging his owners for cuddles.

Diavolo, on the other hand, wants to be cuddled. He wants to be kissed and held and for his owner to run their fingers through his hair. But he never had a litter mate, and he's a very high-class demon. So his previous owners were a little afraid of getting too close to him because they were worried he might lash out (even though that was furthest from the truth).

So when you come along and start casually touching him, Diavolo absolutely melts. You could playfully ruffle his hair as you walk past him, and Diavolo will get stars in his eyes, and thank you a million times. He will roll over and show you his belly if you so much as glance at him. When Diavolo realizes that you intend to keep softly touching him, he gets absolutely addicted. He knew he was touch starved before, but now it's like he's a thirsty man in a desert who just got a drop of water.

He's absolutely clinging to you, hands around your ankles, head rubbing against your thighs. He doesn't even care if he gets punished for being so needy. He just needs you so bad he'll accept any treatment you give him.

Lucifer is definitely like one of those cats who pretends like it's a completely coincidence that you two are in the same room. Sure, he wouldn't go into the living room all day, but when you go into it and start watching TV, he suddenly needs to be in there too. He won't engage with you. He won't even glance at whatever you're watching. If you offer a seat next to you, he'll scrunch up his nose and refuse.

But he'll watch you, of course you'll never catch him eyeing you. Whenever you turn to look at him, his gaze is somewhere else, but the moment you turn your focus back to the TV, you feel his eyes back on you. Slowly, he'll start moving closer to you, so quietly thar you don't even notice until you feel a weight against your leg and you look down to see Lucifer leaning against you, his gaze still nowhere near you.

Mammon definitely hides his valuables under furniture. He also has a pretty lose definition of what is "valuable," so basically, anything shiny gets pushed under the couch. He thinks he's being sooooo sneaky with hiding his stuff.

You drop the remote under the couch and find like necklace pendants, dead batteries, tinfoil, shot glasses, and like 50 pennies. He pretends that those things have ALWAYS been under your couch! But he gets all pissy if you try to take anything away.

He also hides all the toys you buy him. You'll buy himself something new and the next day it is gone. If you ask for it, Mammon will likely go get it to show that it's safe, but he refuses to tell you where he hidden it away.

Asmo LOVES Pinterest and has, like, a billion boards. He also somehow has 100k followers on it? He gets absolutely obsessed about the different room aesthetics, and there have been many times where you come home and see a completely new living room. He's one of your demons that can NOT be trusted with an unlimited credit card. He WILL spend three grand on fairy lights and will not be sorry about it.

Beel loves eating from your hands. He's a bit embarrassed admitting it, so it's just a fantasy for a while. Until you fed one of the brothers (probably Mammon, tbh, when he proclaimed he wasn't going to eat something he ate many times before. So you tried to convince him by holding it up to him by your fingers) and Beel couldn't help the sting of envy. Beel always found it was easier to admit he wanted something when someone else got it first.

So he shyly knocked on your door, holding an armful of his favorite snacks. It still takes him a minute to admit what he wants, and he's so grateful when you catch on and ask if he wants you to feed him. After that, your private snack time becomes a common occurrence.

Levi loves to redecorate his tank. He loves having his own space that is completely his, something that was a foreign concept to him before you took him in.

Barbatos will never admit it, but he can't stand the cold at all. He tries his best to hide this fact, and he's usually able to keep this hidden from his past masters (he doesn't like to think about the ones who figured it out), and when you first take him in he was determined to keep this a secret from you. Even when you're so nice to him, even when you give him comforts, no one else did, even when you don't punish him. This only moves him to keep his secret more, as he believes he shouldn't "trouble" you.

You only find out about his secret when you two are cuddling together in bed one winter night. It's a little chilly, and you think about turning up the heat. But before you can get up, you feel Barbatos shiver and cuddle closer to you. When you feel him shiver, you know instantly that he isn't a fan of the colder weather.

It makes sense. He is a cold-blooded demon. So you have no problem keeping the house warmer. You also buy Barbatos his very own collection of heated blankets. One for his own nest, one for your bed, one for the couch, and a few scattered around.

Barbatos knows that he's been found out the moment you present the blankets to him, but he can't find it in him to be scared like he did with previous owners. He knows that you'll never take advantage of his weaknesses to create harsher punishments for him. Plus, he finds that he quite likes to be taken care of.

I actually have a whole headcanon on how Solomon becomes a pet even though he's a human. I haven't had the chance to share it until now, so here you go!

So, I imagine that Solomon owned pets himself, he actually owned a lot of them (Asmo and Barbatos included, though maybe not in the same time frame). He wasn't a cruel owner, though maybe a bit neglectful as he was very focused on his studies. He mainly kept demons to study on and obtain demonic powers. He archived immortality by doing this, but it also came with a price; his soul was seen as more demonic than human.

So when he gets found by other humans, they assume he's a wild demon in hiding. So he gets put in a pound. No amount of convincing from Solomon makes the workers see the truth. They have heard dozens of stories from demons in their human forms arguing that they're really a human.

Solomon spends a long while as a pet, going from different owner's hands. He finally understands some of his previous demons behaviors, as the lessons get drilled into him.

When you take him in Solomon has been pretty broken in, believing that he's really just a pet. Through your kindness does he start to regain some of his humanity, and learn that he doesn't mind being a pet if he's your pet.

#ask #obey me pet au #obey me #if you saw any spelling or grammar mistakes shhhhhh no you didnt #i had to write this in a BUNCH of tiny sessions because i kept getting called away #and now it is VERY late but i wanted to get this done #so. gn #i have more of these just. tired atm lol. #ask me for more of them later lol

[sipsteainanxiety]

no wait guys listen. soulmates as horror with bkg? sure it can probably be made into a thing. maybe you’re deathly terrified of the idea of soulmates or smthn and this gets emphasized in relation to being soulmates with this fucking. hero who looks like he could be a demon on most days. but i have a hard time imagining bkg would do anything to warrant the “as horror” part, yk? he wouldn’t care enough esp if he’s in his prime time as a hero and meets you—some rando extra—for the first time. sure there’s a spark or whatever—that sense of belonging—but he might not push for anything and would probably just be hurt and surly at finding out you just. don’t want a soulmate and are terrified of him lol. would you both specifically go searching for each other? maybe, but it’s not like. a particularly important thing. bc for bkg it’s like… whatever i don’t have to listen to who the universe decrees as mine especially if they want nothing to do with me and that’s the end of that (or is it?)

but— but deku? deku would go insane. guys listen to me. deku, who spent his entire life fantasizing about who his soulmate would be. deku, who stares at his pinky and wonders who the red string attached to it leads to. deku, who is so earnest and excited and who gives his entire self to those he cares about. and then he meets you—his soulmate—and you… want nothing to do with him. you, who’s terrified at the prospect of your soulmate being the number one fucking hero. a target would surely be put on your back. and you’re beyond terrified, now. you avoid him at every turn. you can’t let him find you. but he does because he’s fucking deku and he doesn’t want to let you go. because you’re both destined for each other. and you’re terrified at this hero who keeps inserting himself into your life—who keeps popping up around you out of nowhere and who keeps holding your hands earnestly together as he promises he will always be there for you and will always protect you. he gives you all that he is made of, pushes himself into your shaking hands. and you’re so fucking scared

#I HAVE TO WRITE THIS #EVEN IF ITS JUST A ONE SHOT #I HAVE TO I HAVE TO RHRRHEJJEEJJFJEE #go to sleep shay it's late o'clock #RIGHT NOW LETS GO 4 AM WRITING SESSION

[capriciouswriter207]

Her hair whips past her face. She reaches out, desperate to grab phantom blocks and save herself. Her fingers cut through nothing and don't find purchase. The island becomes smaller and smaller. How does she know it doesn't rocket away from her instead? The prying eyes that watch her fall - her target, now survivor - vanish before the cold yellow against this nothingness does.

The island, but a pinprick now. It won't be long now. She blinks once and even the pinprick of yellow disappears. Now it's just darkness and strands of pink. Cold seeps into her skin and bones, claws out of her from within. She shivers.

Time moves. Or does it not? It is difficult to tell when nothing indicates that it does. Every blink a few seconds, every breath a few more. Breathing that slows; blinks that slow. Time slows. Doesn't it?

No longer falling. Floating. Strands of hair, her own body unaffected by gravity. Time halts. Her breaths do, too.

The cold drains from her - a warmth spreads across her from behind. The Void drapes a blanket of comfort and relief over her shoulders.

It is done, it whispers in her mind using her voice. It is over. You can rest now.

She closes her eyes. Before it goes dark, she swears she can hear a canary call her name.

#secret life smp #slsmp #session 6 #life series #trafficblr #ldshadowlady #another one that's a week late #inspiration hit a little late but I'll write and post anyway #because why not #capricious writings

[landinrris]

Hide All Our Sins From the Daylight

Pairings: Carlos/Lando

Rating: E

Tags: Getting Together, Explicit Sexual Content, Angst, Fluff, Secret Relationship, Eventual Happy Ending, Unintentional Outing, PR Fake dating coverup, 2023 Formula 1 Season, Monaco 2023 through Singapore 2023, Carlos is having a good time until he’s not, Slight misunderstandings, The inherent eroticism of Lando in June 2023 living his best life, Summer break 2023 shenanigans, Carlos and Lando (basically) commit several acts of public indecency

Chapter: 3/4, 10.4k (total 43.9k)

Eventually, Lando hears characteristic heavy footsteps on the stairs behind him that signal someone else’s arrival. Sure enough, when Lando turns around, Carlos is standing there in all his glory— windswept hair, navy shorts, and a loose-fitting t-shirt that makes Lando’s mouth go dry. Just his presence makes emotion well up at the back of Lando’s throat. Lando pushes himself to his feet and walks forward on shaky legs to throw his arms around Carlos’ neck. He can’t help but do it with a hesitance that feels horribly new, like Carlos might run off if he moves too fast. But Carlos returns the hug, sliding his arms low across Lando’s back and pulling him in tight. They bury their faces into each other’s shoulders and just take the other in. Carlos’ cologne floods Lando’s senses and leaves him at the mercy of the tears that leak from his eyes. So much for holding things together.

Read chapter 3/4 on Ao3

#chapter 3 is hereeee #carlando #the only perk of staying up late for these sessions is i get to catch up on this #good morning or good night #writing tag #hell chaos summer 2023

[orcelito]

Wild that anytime I post an update a lot of people read it and are even excited about it and have their own thoughts and reactions to it that I'll never know.

Comments are only the very tip of the iceberg with it. And I am Very grateful to commenters for letting me in on it. But in the same way that I'll be excited with my friends when a fic we love updates, it's likely that Other people enthuse with Their friends when my fic updates. And it's just so strange. An experience I'll never have access to.

Everyone's relationship with my fic is unique. So many different people with so many different circumstances and preferences... and the number of people that have told me that my fic is one of their favorites, some even saying it's their Favorite favorite... every single one of them have their own relationship with my writing.

It's just interesting to me. I think and think and think on my writing. I have my plans for basically the entire fic, the way I want it to end already thought out, all the major plot beats and the relationship progressions, All of that thought out. I love my writing so very much, but I'm on the inside looking out. This is my mechanical horse, and I'm in here laying out the groundwork and pulling levers and constructing limbs, puttering away making the horse move. Forever and always, my relationship with it will be more intimate than anyone's, and yet more clinical. Because I know it better than the back of my own hand, but I'll never have the experience of reading it fresh. Of reading it without knowing everything that's going to happen from now to the end and beyond. I won't have the thrill of the plot twists I have planned, the delight at seeing things progress, the horror at seeing things go wrong...

This is my mechanical horse, and I'm making it move.

I just always wonder what it must be like to see it from the outside. I hope to others that it's a pretty horse.

#speculation nation #itnl shit #didnt mean to write this much about the concept but i really am so... #jealous almost. id love to be able to read my fic as a reader. #because it's tailor made to my tastes Exactly. #and i know it's good writing. i surprise myself even sometimes with how good things end up. #it's never a doubt in my mind that i'll make things good. even the harder things . while bringing trepitation . i know i'll figure them out. #the relationship a fic writer has with their own fic is so... yeah. intimate. but still somehow emotionally removed. #but thats how it goes with any art piece i think #the creator sees all the bits and pieces that went into it. remembers the thoughts as they made it #they know their work better than Anyone Else. but they'll never be able to experience it like an outsider. #is my fic helping someone through a rough breakup? is it something someone rereads when theyre sad? #is it a fic that people stay up way too late reading? the fic that someone discovers and consumes all within a day? #that voracious love. ive experienced it many times with other fics. but i can never experience it with my own. #but in the end. that's okay. i will just continue to do as i wish with it. and maybe people will continue to like it. #it is my goal to make a fic that people will never forget. what that may mean differs depending on the person. #i want it to be the best fic it can be. and i will make it so with every brick i lay down. #puttering about for days and weeks and months. it's Most of what i think about. it's my impact on the world. #and it's sitting for 3 hours after work in the storage room writing until im shivering but Satisfied with a productive writing session #it's writing some of my most emotional scenes while sitting for an hour on the toilet #no one else knows what the toilet written scenes are. but I Do. such is my relationship with my fic. #(the focus in the Quiet Rooms cannot be underestimated. the bathroom is indeed one of the Quiet Rooms lol) #& man. ive rambled so much now. but i just love my fic so very much #i'll never be an ITNL reader. and that's okay. because i'm its writer. & that's a status that No One Else can boast. #even those people who state that it's their Favorite favorite cant rival the intimacy of my own relationship with it. #I Am Its Writer and that means so very much to me. #i... really do love my fic y'all

[crescentfool]

recently, i’ve been thinking about what a 100% social link/confidant run is like from the perspective of the persona protagonists, rather than the player. i’ve always been a sucker for thinking about the type of narrative created by a person’s gameplay choices (it can be so fun and deep) so!! i wrote this analysis / musing.

some notes before we start: this was written with the lens of persona 3 being the most recent game i played- but the concepts are applicable to the p4/p5 protagonists as well! no spoilers for any of the games are mentioned; this is moreso a general discussion of ludonarrative dissonance with the game mechanics and narrative and how it makes for fun angst (ft. personal interpretation).

(more under the cut!)

the framework: game mechanics

in all of the games, the social link system’s existence coincides with the social stats mechanic. certain social links require a specific set of stats in order to initiate it, or surpass a certain rank. each game has around 20 of these- each of which represent the major arcana (+ some bonuses, e.g. aeon / jester / faith / councilor).

for any players going for a 100% social link run, this basically requires each social stat to be maxed out. anyone who’s followed a guide for a 100% run would know that the beginning of the game tends to be very “strict” with how time can be used, most of which involves getting the stats raised  as soon as possible.

outside of characterization and worldbuilding, completing social links are incentivized for a variety of gameplay reasons. so how could this completionist play style affect the protagonists?

prioritizing social stats over everything else: a general view

regardless of which protagonist you want to put under a petri dish, with a 100% run, you’re essentially asking the protagonist to form amicable bonds with 20 or so people, give or take. granted, not everyone becomes adjoined to the hip to the protagonist.

personally, i feel that forming 20 different bonds over the course of a year would be rather strenuous. during these 100% runs, the protagonists may feel that they’re spreading themselves thin trying to dedicate their resources to multiple different people as well as raising their “social stats.” i find the implications that this has on said bonds is so, utterly fascinating.

while this isn’t reflected in the game and would be better represented within a fic, i find it difficult to believe that this type of behavior doesn’t have any ramifications on the quality of the protagonist’s closer relationships (or their self-image, for that matter).

just… imagine calling one of your close friends but then they consistently give responses along the lines of “lmao sorry i’m busy doing other things,” and they rarely make the time of day for you. how would you feel? gameplay-wise, this deterioration of the relationship is best represented in persona 3 with social links reversing if you haven’t spent time with them in awhile.

part of my fascination with this concept is influenced by my own experiences. trying to maintain so many relationships can be difficult to keep up with and it quickly gets overwhelming (see dunbar’s number for more information). jumping between so many people also makes it difficult to focus on a few relationships meaningfully- meaning that relationships may be limited to being simple pleasantries. even then, ‘successfully’ keeping every relationship satisfying comes at the cost of being unable to pursue your own development and interests.

overall, i think that trying to do so many things ends up lowering the quality of the relationship(s) involved, especially when you also consider the fatigue from going to school as well as fighting shadows.

playing the therapist friend / listening role: a general view

another aspect of the 100% run that i think about is how the protagonists rarely open up to other people. a good chunk of SLs follow a storyline of the protagonist acting as a therapist friend/helping the other person through one central issue. some SLs are an exception to this and have a more casual “we’re just hanging out vibe.”

basically, SLs tend to be weighted toward the other character’s growth, moreso than the protagonist’s (which is handled by the main story). that said, the idea of mostly playing a listening role across most of your relationships and not having many that you feel comfortable to speak freely about your own stuff… feels really unbalanced and unhealthy?

i do think that part of the lack of “input” can be attributed to the silent-protagonist approach taken in the games (which is a whole ‘nother topic). but!! i find that each protagonist’s options, while limited, are fun to think about! some of the traits and interpretations i’ve seen for the differing protags, to name a few, include:

being afraid to open up / get attached and keeping people at arm’s distance as a result

needing to be around other people, even if it’s just listening them, to distract from their own struggles / pretend nothing’s wrong with them

enjoying helping others, being a good and careful listener who can provide an appropriate and helpful response

the willingness to prioritize others over themselves; a lack of self-preservation

compulsive people pleasing

at its worst, the lack of “protagonist talking” or equal reciprocation in response could be misinterpreted by the other person as disinterest (like they’re talking to a wall). alternatively- the lack of “personal tidbits” could be taken as, “you don’t trust me enough to be able to open up, huh.” and i just think that seeing this in a fic would be the biggest shitshow ever (and i would read that).

concluding thoughts:

overall, i feel that the protagonists taking a predominantly listening approach to several relationships at once can lead to compassion fatigue and general burnout. the protagonists are rarely at the receiving end of being listened to and/or having their issues worked through… and that’s kind of sad?

while the 100% social link run can provide great power to any persona fusions (and other cool battle abilities + hijinks)... i ultimately think that there’d be a lot of mental strain that would make achieving this much more difficult when you take a narrative-emphasized approach.

i do realize that it is possible to see the general vibe of this post as “100% social link is bad,” but like… there’s something i find really appealing about the messiness of attempting to manage so many relations at once- only to fall short in several of them and attempting to salvage the last bits of their sanity. when you think about the complications of the 100% SL run from the shoes of the protagonist… yeah!! that’s the good shit!

anyways! if anyone knows of any fics with this kinda vibe for the p3/4/5 protags… feel free to drop it in my askbox… i like them all VERY much :3c… and if this raised any food for thought- i’d be equally honored! let the protags go through shit i wanna see their emotions and coping mechanisms damn it! 👏

#persona 3 #persona 4 #persona 5 #yes it is 3am and im posting this. i couldn't sleep so i wanted to write something that i've been thinking abt as of late :x #highly recommend looking up ludonarrative dissonance btw! if ur interested in game storywriting its SOO interesting bc its definitely- #an occurence that happens every now and then in a video game. persona included. like.. when game mechanics tell one story but the narrative #-ends up contradicting that (or some other thing in reality ends up doing that...). does that even make sense?? #i tried to keep this post general to p3/4/5 but if you know me well enough you'll see how my p3 bias has shaped this post. lmao #i also could go on a tangent about how i feel about orpheus telos as a thing w/rt p3 social links BUT I WONT. unless...? #i have more i want to say on the topic (maybe will do so at a later time) but feel free to ask for more specific hcs with the protags? #maybe not p4kun though just bc ive only watched p4 so i havent had the time to let it sit btwn play sessions #anyway bye im just going to let this float in the void while i sleep. have a good day #meta #hc and au nonsense #lizzy speaks

[a-sketchy]

worst thing so far about p4g is that quitting to the title just plays shadow world again. in p3p i loved booting it up, watching soul phrase, and then at the end of the session quitting title and watching burn my dread. the sting is mitigated by pursuing my true self being available in the tv listings, which i plan on checking at the end of every session anyway, so i guess i just have to change my habits and watch it, but it’s a different experience having to do it manually.

#especially with the incredibly… punchy. intro to shadow world #if you’re a second too late on the input you’re getting harmonica blasted #i hate skipping intros but i don’t want to watch shadow world three times every session #p4g posting #rambles #i still super need to do a write up on persona intros…

[coldshrugs]

close quarters

pairing: io laithe / estinien varlineau word count: 690 note: finally giving a little headcanoned moment a spotlight. is there ever a good time to notice your friend's hot?

“You are going easy on me,” Io says through gritted teeth, shoving Estinien’s wooden lance away with her own.

He takes an easy step back, falling into a relaxed lean against the practice lance, eyeing her stance as she repositions. Her feet are too close together, as are her hands on the pole, leading to unwieldy movements he can predict before she makes them.

To her credit, they’ve only been at this for a bell or so. He’s seen worse.

...But he's seen better too. So, yes, he is taking it easy on her.

“We don’t have to keep at this. Surely there’s something else to do–” “Estinien,” she huffs, standing at her full height and gesturing around them with the stick. “Have you forgotten we are at sea, and will be for another month? I need to train, and unfortunately, the occasional gull makes for poor sport.”

She all but pouts, beckoning him to continue with wide, pleading eyes. There is a thrum in his chest, something tiny and warm brushes against the fondness he holds for her.

Something new.

“Fine.”

If Io wants a lesson, he shall give her one. He slots his blunted weapon into the nearest rack and moves to her side.

“Hold it out,” he instructs. She does as he says with a giddy smile and without question, so he steps behind her. “Hands–” he covers hers with his own, then slides them into a more practical placement– “here, and here. Yes?”

“Wider grip, I can do that.” Io nods, her tied hair brushing his shoulder. A few strands lay across it completely.

Estinien inhales deeply, nodding too.

“Wider stance, as well. Stay low.” His hands move to her shoulder and waist, pushing her into a lunge position. He glances to the place his fingers meet her shoulder, ready to correct the slight stiffness she's still holding there, but his attention is drawn away.

Io's skin glistens in the midday sun, light twisting and refracting across the lean muscle of her back and arms, and under the thin sheen of sweat lie a dense scattering of freckles. Has he never noticed them? They spread across her back and down, down, to his other hand at her waist. Without a thought, his thumb slides over her skin, cutting a slow arc across her side. He watches it happen as if he’s lost control of his actions, expression turning to stone.

Estinien doesn’t move.

Doesn’t speak.

Doesn't breathe.

Io exhales at the touch, her firm posture betrayed by the unsteady breath. She seems otherwise unphased, even shifting further into the space of his arms. “Why must I be this low? It’s terribly uncomfortable.”

She turns her head, inspecting him from the corner of her eye, something like concern written on her brow. He’s been silent for too long. His hands are still on her, and his expression must be amusing if he takes Io’s sudden smile into account. She swallows, and he cannot help but watch the ripple of movement. Her lips, her throat...

“Stin. Silence can be an excellent tutor, but I do have questions.”

He steps away, clearing his throat as he ponders how to answer. There must be something else–anything else–on this godsforsaken deck to look at. “Store your energy so you’re ready to leap when the fight calls for it. You wouldn’t keep your bowstring at a full draw constantly. This is the same.”

“I see the logic in that. This looks better?” She holds her half-corrected stance, glancing at him for approval.

Estinien, busying himself with the small collection of practice weapons, peers at Io over his shoulder.

She does look much improved, but her form is no longer the only thing he notices. The sun on her skin, illuminating dark constellations broken only by her clothing. The delicate floral scent in her hair that faded as he moved away. Her gently teasing smile. The inexplicable compulsion to be next to her again. He now notices all these too.

Halone grant me the fucking strength.

“Aye,” he sighs, roughly jerking up a lance. “Much better. Let’s go again.”

#azia writes #io laithe #io/estinien #the economy of love in close quarters #i wanted to do a whole little series about how touch changes for them over the course of endwalker and the patches #with that as the title (ty la dispute) but writing is SO HARD lately #maybe i still will but we will see. i need to get out of estinien's head and back into io's lskajfdlks #anyway! dani tagged me for wip wednesday and this was just about finished anyway so. why not? #the lance training is really when estinien has his first :hm: moments but he is very ignoring all that. or denying it #io is queen of being oblivious tbh #but girl it's not normal to let ur pal caress you in a training session and let out a shaky breath about it!! #and then smile at them like it didn't happen! #neither one of them has it together but it's okay it's fine clearly they get there

[takearisk-xo]

I'm dying to know how Harry and Ginny will deal with the next chapter of TPGY and AG! I miss my couple

bro i miss them so much. i could not stop daydreaming about them today. i’m hoping that means good things (productive writing sessions) are coming soon <3

#because the writing sessions lately have no been it fam #anon #answered

[etherealpapercut]

the 2am club

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fandom: mcu

pairings: gn!reader x peter parker

genre: fluff

warnings: n/a. late nights. reader is kind of an insomniac, but that's accurate i think. winter cold.

word count: ~430. just a drabble.

summary: reader is up to an unhealthy time of the morning night. peter wakes up to snuggle.

a/n: please don’t hurt yourselves by depriving yourselves of sleep, my beloveds. get your rest. you deserve it.

~*~*~*~

It’s two in the morning when you finally put your phone on airplane mode and power it off. The alarm clock on the bedside table blinks steadily and disapprovingly as you slowly scooch down under all the blankets.

You had been propped up on pillows as you scrolled mindlessly through every social media you had. You were just trying to avoid using your brain.

The boy beside you sleeps peacefully. You envy him and you curse yourself.

It’s 2:00 am. Why didn’t you go to sleep so many hours ago?

You know it’s going to come back and bite you in the butt. You’re going to wake up tired and without any motivation.

You have an important assignment due for school next week.

Well, you have many important things to do.

Eventually.

You fight a yawn... then another. 

Peter shifts in the bed beside you as you lie down and try to settle yourself.

The uncovered window lets cold air seep through the pane and creep across the floor, turning it to ice to the touch. 

But underneath the covers is warm. Oh, so warm.

All of a sudden you realize just how cold the air is.

As you succumb to the drowsiness, the line of street lamps flicker against the dark outside.

You rub your eyes and sniff through your nose violently to clear it.

Peter’s back is to you. He now shuffles over to his other side. He breathes softly and lightly in your face. You don’t mind it.

You can sense that his hand has fallen near yours under the blanket, you reach out and stroke the back of his hand. Peter hums in his sleep.

You yawn again.

Then Peter's eyes open a crack. Despite the light from the street outside, it’s too dim for him to see anything, although he can feel you beside him. Not that it matters; He wasn’t really awake. It was just his brain that registered that you had finally come to him in the middle of the night.

His hand jumps out from under yours. It crawls over your waist and rests on your back. Peter draws you closer to him under the duvet as his eyes drift shut once more. You know he won’t remember the encounter when he wakes up. You take the memory and file it away to keep forever.

Gosh, you’re so cold.

You nestle into his unconscious embrace. You fit perfectly underneath his chin, breathing into his chest as you ignore the alarm clock. It reads 2:23 am now, and still blinks in indignation.

You fall victim to slumber in a matter of seconds. Peter holds you close, all throughout the winter night.

#the 2am club #gn!reader #gn!reader x peter parker #peter parker mcu #peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker imagine #fluff #fluffy drabbes #late night writing session #2am fics #insominac #insomnia #edited

[azul-marie]

— affection//touch.

fem. reader. suggestive content.

he, who buries his face into your chest, your shoulders and neck, the longing for closeness never lost on you. whose lips touch faintly the apples of your cheeks and the outline of your collarbone, featherlight in desire. shy as it may seem, his grip around you is tight, tight, tight, his actions timid but his body brash, a possessive physicality hardly matched by the whispered words of love spoken into your ears. he, who loves through touch, never straying from your side if given a chance or two. he, always preparing words too soft to admit, only able to express himself in the closeness of you.

yohei, shiki, shogo, kei, satsuki rosho, jyushi, doppo, jiro

he, whose laughter and kisses match in ferocity, in strength, in ardent love reserved only for you. there is light and life behind his every whim, acts of spontaneity his expression of love. there is never a time he is not flaunting or gushing over every little thing you do; you are his whole joy and his heart. how else may he show this but by kisses so deep it makes your head spin in space, the kinds that end in breathless grins and bruising lips. lovebites litter such lovely skin, marring colors meant to show his devotion. it is not you who belongs to him. it is he, with sunshine in his smile and starlight in his eyes, that is yours, all yours, evermore and always.

allen, rokuta, toma, zen, ryu ichiro, kuko, sasara, dice, hifumi

he, who runs teeth and tongue alike over your lips, the curve of your breast and those spots beneath your throat that make your back arch. a touch of fingertips, here and there, a stroke of a hand over the expanse of your body, taking delight in your sweet soft skin and the sensations it brings. he, who offers to warm you rather than the clothes you wear, whose body melds with yours until one is one alike. he who is so bold, so assured, confident that he is in control, that he loses track of how easily you take over every and all thoughts he has at once. a muse, a goddess, worthy of worship, and he a devotee eternal.

hajun, iori, shion, hancho, chungsung samatoki, jyuto, hitoya, ramuda, rei

#multi #paradox live headcanons #paralive headcanons #paradox live imagines #paralive imagines #paradox live #paralive #hypnosis microphone imagines #hypnosis mic imagines #hypmic imagines #hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #been wanting to try this format lately! hopefully it looks nice haha #tbh this was a really spontaneous writing session so i’m sorry not all the boys were included!! #i just picked the ones i thought matched well to each paragraph 👀

[astral-from-afar]

Uro and Yorozu going from enemies to rivals begrudgingly on the same side to friends (possibly lovers) was not a turn I expected but brain says yes so I must agree

#Astra writes #I imagine Yorozu making fun of Uro #When she’s training with the unit #Just for Uro to trip her up with her technique #They have regular sparring matches #They have late night study sessions #Where Yorozu blabs about insects #Too perfect

[fictionadventurer]

darn. well, if you don’t write down your thoughts now you could lose them forever and kick yourself for it later because it’s just on the tip of your tongue but you just. can’t. remember.

Unfortunately, anon, I think I did lose my initial ideas for the Inklings Challenge story that this message applied to. Fortunately, I think whatever new angle I come up with will be better.

#answered asks #adventures in writing #adventures in the inklings challenge #answering these comically late #(i was going to save them to respond to during later writing sessions) #(only i was too busy writing) #(which is a good thing honestly)

[akumadayo777]

more IchiKasa doodles

#my art #project sekai #hoshino ichika #ichika hoshino #tenma tsukasa #tsukasa tenma #ichikasa #i imagine that the way they get together goes smth like #l/n wants to write a song that has a dramatic story but are having trouble with it #so they go to the most dramatic guy they know #(tsukasa obviously) #and he starts helping them out #ichika is like their main lyricist so she ends up having a ton of late night brainstorming sessions with him #they get closer... 👀 #ichika forms a crush on him ofc #saki finds out and her mind is BLOWN #but then she helps them get together cuz she's gotta be the best wingman she can be #also her best friend x her brother? how can she not help them out (and tease tf out of them) #anyway i like them a totally normal amount

[sequencefairy]

okay so complaining about writing works. ~1200 words later.

none of them, of course, are in any doc I should have been putting words into, but whatever.

#things jess says #am writing #i'll take a 1k+ session #i haven't had one of those in AGES #tho i am now late for bedtime

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

…sorry Barry

That was rude of me

#my posts #late night writing sessions