#like i want 2 see how many people his writing specifically has touched in that oh ! ok im never going to be the same again! way.

[intertexts-moving]

what did antoine de sainte-exupéry put in his writing to make it Like That.

#like i want 2 see how many people his writing specifically has touched in that oh ! ok im never going to be the same again! way. #it was. terre des hommes for me but ik so many ppl who feel the same ab le petit prince.. #txt

[whetstonefires]

Hey you said something about the my hero academia creator being unhinged about sexism, do you mind explaining?

I tried to write like, a thorough explanation of this and it just got longer and longer and longer and I have not touched this series in actual years and yet I've still got all these receipts a;lkjk;lfasd.

So rather than trying to build the whole massive case, here's a pared-down version. It's normal to have sexism in media, and shounen manga especially. Everyone does it. The level and mode and intentionality and so forth all vary, but of course it's there.

What's not normal is to have lots of varied and interesting female characters with discernible inner lives, and on-page discussion of how sexism is systemic and unjust and holds them back in specific ways, and then also deliberately make consistent sexist writing decisions even where they don't arise naturally from the flow of the narrative.

Horikoshi is actively interested in gender and sexism, he's aware of them in a way you rarely see outside of the context of, you know, fighting sexism. He is hung up on the thorny issue of what women are worth and deserve and how power and respect ties into it. He genuinely wants, I think, to have Good Female Characters, and not be (seen as) A Sexist Guy!

But. He doesn't actually want to fight sexism. He displays a lot of woman-oriented anxieties, and one of the many churning paddlewheels in his head seems to be that he knows intellectually that morally sexism is bad, but emotionally he really feels like it ought to probably be at least partly correct.

There are so many things I could cite, and maybe I'll get into some of them later, but the crowning item that highlights how the pattern is 1) at least partly conscious and deliberate and 2) about Horikoshi's own weird hangups rather than simply cynical market play, is Mineta Minoru.

The writer has stated Mineta is his favorite character. Mineta is also designed to be hated--that is, he is a particularly elaborate instantiation of a character archetype normally deployed to soak up audience contempt and (by being gross and shameless and unattractive and 'unthreatening') make it possible to include a range of sexual gratification elements into the narrative that would compromise the main characters' reputations as heroic and deserving, if they were the actors.

Good Guys don't grope girls' tits and run away snickering in triumph, after all. Non-losers don't focus intense effort around successfully stealing someone's panties. Nice Girls don't let themselves be seen half-dressed. And so forth. You need an underwear gremlin for that. So, in anime and manga, longstanding though declining tradition of including such a gremlin, for authorial deniability.

Horikoshi definitely uses him straight for this purpose, looping in Kaminari as needed to make a bit work. And yet he has Feelings about the archetype itself.

The passages dedicated to the vindication of Mineta, then, and the author's statements about him, let us understand that Horikoshi identifies with the figure of the underwear gremlin. He understands the underwear gremlin as a defining exemplar of male sexuality, at least if you are not hot, and finds the attached contempt and hostility to be a dehumanizing attack on all uh.

Incels, basically.

It's not fair to write Mineta off just because he's unattractive and horny (and commits sexual harassment). Doesn't he have a mind? Doesn't he have dreams? Doesn't he have human potential?

So what's going on with Horikoshi and gender, as far as I can figure out, is that he knows damn well that women are people and are treated unjustly by sexist society, but however.

He also understands the institutions of sexism as something protecting him and people like him from life being nebulously yet definitively Worse, and therefore wants to see them upheld.

So you get this really bizarre handling of gender where obviously women's rights good and women cool, women can be Strong, and the compulsory sexualization imposed by the industry isn't them or the author, and so forth.

But also it's very important that in the world he controls, women never win anything important or Count too much, and that jokes at their expense that disrupt the internal logic of their characters are always fair game, that women asked about sexism on TV will promptly get into catfights amongst themselves, and they are understood always in terms of their sexual and romantic interests and value, and sexual assertiveness and failures to perform femininity well enough are used to code them as dangerous and irrational, and that the sexy costumes are requisite and will never be subverted or rebelled against--at most they might be circumnavigated via leaning into cute appeal.

And that Yaoyorozu Momo, who converts her body fat into physical objects, is being frivolous when she wants to use money to buy things instead (rather than as sensibly moderating her Quirk use) and is never encouraged to eat as much as possible at every opportunity to put on weight and even shown being embarrassed by hunger (even though Quirk overuse gives symptoms that suggest she's been stripping the lipids out of her cell walls or nervous system to keep fighting) and always, no matter how many Things she has made, has huge big round boobies.

#ask #hoc est meum #beastenraged #bnha #sexism #i think i got the main points here #just getting lost in the weeds of subsidiary arguments and supporting evidence was destroying me #i don't need to do those this is fandom on the internet #and not even a serious level of that #meta #mineta minoru #yaoyorozu momo #honestly psychologically pretty interesting #it's like he keeps saying 'look i know sexism bad but I Need It' #someone tell him that the patriarchy is exploiting him too and we can all achieve liberation together #this is the same mechanism that upholds white supremacy among the poor #'my life is so bad already the idea of liberating those below me and having to share the crumbs with them is horrific' #ESPECIALLY if i know they're worthy and lots of them are better than me #injustice is the only thing keeping my head above water! #he's also fishing for vindication ofc #but it's wild to see how he'll put in the groundwork that would let him do something gender-egalitarian with his themes #and then opt not to #despite having done the hard part already #idk how much that's making a statement and how much it's just 'this Feels Right' #but as a pattern it murdered me

[stxrvel]

the routine (4)

heeeey guys. this is a short one but i wanted to share something with you, since it's been a while! it's getting harder to write, but i found some peace of mind today so i wanted to give you this. hope u like this! love u all and hopefully see u next time. i promise it's gonna get better, just give me some time :(.

summary: trying to settle into life after what happened has proven to be just as difficult for both you and Azriel… pairing: azriel x fem!reader words: 1.5k warnings: still just angst.

part 1: the cliff

part 2: the house

part 3: the court

There was something bittersweet hanging around your house since that argument with your parents. It had been a week since you had returned and, sadly, things didn't feel as good as they used to. You didn't expect you all to be exactly the same either, you and your parents had been through specific times that wouldn't allow them to ever be the same again, especially when they were so reluctant for you to return to the Night Court. Even you didn't know if you would be completely ready to do so in the near future.

One good thing was that, during those days, you had learned to manage your emotions to keep them from running strongly through the bond you shared with Azriel so as not to overwhelm him. Perhaps it was the only thing that had distracted you during that time from rethinking what had happened, even more than your parents' attempts at conversation.

There was also the matter of the shadows. You knew they were Azriel's, you thought they belonged to him, but some of them were constantly accompanying you, and they got scares out of your father from time to time.

Going back to your parents was supposed to bring you peace, but you felt calmer every time you looked at the tattoo running down your arm and the promise Azriel had made to you with crystallized eyes.

“I hear your thoughts all the way over here, you know?”

You lifted your head, blinking faster. The wind caressed your cheeks and moved your loose hair, for a moment forgetting where you were. Shadows gathered around your feet.

“I'm sorry, did you say something?”

Alya had a posture with her arms up, sending you a curious look. Your childhood friend barely needed to hear the tones in your voice to know when you were lying, but she seemed to want to let it go that time. The people around you didn't seem to know how to deal with the conversations when word got out that you were back, but Alya had a talent for knowing when to touch on topics and when not to.

“Several things,” her body moved toward the fruit baskets, taking the last basket in her arms and starting to walk in the opposite direction. “My brother got married.”

“Really?”

“And he has children.”

“Really?”

“Twins.”

You let out a laugh, remembering Alya's rebellious older brother. Your visits to her house were always accompanied by the constant whining and fighting between Trav and his parents because he didn't want to start a family in the near or distant future. He was so insistent about it, even though it was the only thing his parents wanted. According to Alya's accounts, it was impossible for him not to start imagining that future when he met his mate.

“What about you?”

“Ah, no, please, no. There is nothing interesting to tell about my life. I assure you that Mrs. Taylors had a more exciting life for the past few years than I have,” Alya and you arrived at her mother's fruit stand, where she dropped the last basket of goods you had helped her move all morning. You marched beside her, detailing the look of nonchalance she was trying so hard to maintain.

“It couldn't have just not happened. It was… too many years,” despite the boastfulness with which you wanted to carry the conversation, your voice reached to cut off finishing the sentence. Alya turned to look at you, her worried eyes analyzing your face before grabbing your wrist and walking away from the fruit stand.

“You know you don't have to pretend around me, right?”

Alya closed the door to her house behind her. Her family had gotten a very homey house right in the heart of the city's commerce and they kept their very well kept stall right in front of it. Every corner of the place felt like a home because of the great dedication and love her whole family put into it. Even when her brother was missing, it seemed that the house had not lost any strength or presence.

Maybe that's why you felt a wave of longing and nostalgia hit your body, leaving you more vulnerable than you had been the last few days.

“Living with my parents hasn't been so great,” you began, lowering your gaze with a frown. Alya had moved into the kitchen and you had happily settled down on the counter right in front of the stove. Your hands in front of you on the white ceramic were moving nervously, interlocking and clattering your nails on the hard material. “After so long I thought that… I thought that nothing would change when I came back. I thought we'd be even closer together than before, I even thought we'd sleep together. I spent so many nights… alone and so cold. I couldn't bear the thought of going back and having to go through that kind of torturous loneliness again.”

Alya moved in front of you, setting aside the tea brewing to clasp her hands in yours, still twitching in nervousness and anxiety. Her expression was no longer one of dread as she noticed shadows moving around you.

“Is it because of him?”

You nodded, and acknowledging it once again was no less painful.

“It's illogical, I think,” Alya rested her arms on the ceramic, frowning slightly. The warmth of her hands, even though it wasn't a bit chilly in her house, brought you just enough coziness to try to soothe your heart. It reminded you of that moment at the border of Court Day next to Azriel. “After so long without seeing you, why not take advantage of the indefinite time you'll be with them? They stress too much about something that could happen in two decades, even.”

“I've tried to tell them, but I don't think they'll be happy until I tell them I'm not coming back.”

“What about him?” Alya cocked her head to one side, and at your confused look added, “He wouldn't be willing to come?”

“What? No. I couldn't even suggest it to him,” you shook your head as soon as the words left her mouth.

“Why not?”

“His whole life is in that court, Alya. Asking him to give it all up for me just because I wouldn't be willing to do it for him, wouldn't that be too selfish?”

“You must keep in mind that you've been through special circumstances. If he really feels a quarter of the bond love, then he won't mind giving up everything for you.”

“I don't want to talk about this anymore. The tea is going to dry up.”

Alya shifted letting out a gasp of surprise.

“Fine. But you have to keep in mind that it's not just about you now. You're not alone anymore. You don't have to make decisions for him or stop making them because it's not just your feelings you have to be careful with.”

-

Azriel still didn't understand how Mor had convinced Tarquin and Rhysand to meet for that reunion on the day you finally returned home, but he was immensely grateful that she had been able to negotiate the terms down to the last instance. The same thing he would've done.

“Are you ever going to see him again?”

“Not as long as I live.”

The aforesaid appeared at the training camp when Azriel was taking some time away from the crowd of people living in the Town House. He would never have believed that he would rather strain his body until he passed out just so he wouldn't have to meet Rhysand's or Cassian's face at every corner. The blood in his veins burned as if it had poison in it, one step away from starting to spit in their directions as if they were the only ones to blame for everything that had happened.

As if he needed to find a culprit for your departure.

But there was no one to blame. It had been your decision. And every day since then Azriel's sentence became significantly larger and more tedious to carry. The worst part was not even knowing when that ordeal would end. Living with that bitterness in his heart and that emptiness in his soul, he didn't believe there could ever be peace in his relationship with his brothers. No one in the house overlooked that.

"She's fine," Mor changed the subject abruptly, knowing exactly how to appease the flame of his anger.

Azriel nearly melted with his forehead against the punching bag. His shoulders slumped in momentary relaxation, the only relaxation he'd allowed himself to have since you'd left.

“You saw her?”

“Yes, she was spending time with her friends. She was smiling. Laughing. She looked happy.”

Azriel had to fight the whine that wanted to escape his lips. He shook his head in assent, trying to keep the emotions at bay, sending a silent thank you through the masses of air. He felt his heart squeezed inside his chest. Every day was a constant uncertainty because he couldn't even feel her anymore…

Mor had to travel weekly to Summer because one of the terms of their agreement with Tarquin required it and for the last three weeks all Azriel had been waiting for was news about you, to know that you were well, that you looked well, that you were really happy there, at home… away from him.

“You know that doesn't imply that she wants to forget you, right?”

The mere implication made his head fall back on the sack. Azriel tried to nod, feeling the words and his own emotions choking him. His body would become an inert object at some point, that much he knew, because he couldn't spend too long living like this. He couldn't even imagine it, if he was just beginning the period that could last for years, even centuries for all he knew.

“I know…” his voice came out choked, almost mistaken for a sigh. “I know.”

He repeated again to himself.

Azriel dreaded knowing how things were going to be from now on.

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[azrielgreen]

Looking back at the last 2 years🖤

Huge energy shift happening in slow motion the last few weeks. Either go with the change and embrace the new energy or stay another cycle.

I feel so happy and excited that I got to write everything I wanted in the Steddie pairing and was able to share it with the people who WANTED to read it. I've always written for myself and I always will, but to have touched a few people along the way and brought a little light where it might not otherwise have been, that's a beautiful experience for me. I'm so grateful to everyone who reached out with kindness and passion. I'm grateful to have been so inspired. And I'm so happy I get to share more with you now as I go with the energetic shift that March always brings and follow the river where she leads.

There are several works about to be completed by me over the next week and even more after that, which is why I haven't been around much. This is so thrilling for me, honestly. Completing works is even better than starting them.

I'll always be writing for me, and sharing it with anyone who might like it. But as the energy shifts more and more, I wanted to share specifically what I'm grateful for the last few years and some of my best memories.

One of the first long comments I got on WSJK, it made me cry.

The first time I randomly saw a TikTok about my fics, nothing like that had ever happened to me before.

When I sold out the YD tarot deck in a single day.

People encouraging me to start a Patreon and then so many signing up!

Waking up to 100+ comments on ch2 of BOD.

Everyone who read week by week on You're Divine and supported me.

The people I met here who are my beloved friends now in real life

Those who reached out to share their own experiences with me.

Fanart, all of it♥︎ but especially the first piece that was ever sent to me by someone who asked me not to share it. If you, the artist, sees this (Eddie with his wrist over his mouth) please know that I still look at it every day.

To have inspired anyone, even just a little.

The freedom to write professionally.

Every single learning experience, bad or good.

The growing confidence to write whatever I want and share it.

Writing with @thorniest-rose

Bringing Little Bit to life - a character I've always had inside me who never had a name until YD.

Every comment showing the generosity of kindness people are capable of.

And most of all, the FUN I had every step of the way with these boys and the stories I got to tell through transformative works. You have no idea how much I ✨️LOVE✨️ writing, how fucking happy I am while working madly on a project. It's been INCREDIBLE to be so inspired for so long. It's not a chore for me, I don't care about reader numbers or popularity or anything like that, I just fucking LOVE to write and this pairing has been pure ecstacy to work with.

Bring on March, bring on the transformation and the fresh new ideas and the forward momentum. I can't fucking wait!!

Love, Azriel.

✨️💕💜💜💜💕✨️

[the-crustation-sensation]

Even more Hobie x reader hc’s!!

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A/N Just SFW for now bc I have NO ideas for smut currently 😭

I might post some later tho <3

As always I write these for anyone to insert, so non-gendered terms are used (:

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* I am SICK AND TIRED of you guys hcing him as a dirty troll. just bc he’s a punk does not mean he doesn’t have fucking hygiene skills. Yes ofc he’s Spider-Man so he doesn’t have a lot of free time but it’s not like he goes a month without showering

* I feel like most of the time he smells like old cologne (probably something with musk, oak, or vanilla) and weed

* I’m also tired of you guys hcing him as a toxic asshole (bro LITERALLY helped miles without even knowing him, and how already homies within like the first 10 minutes of meeting)

* With that said you already know he’d be the most caring and attentive partner

* He definitely has a note on his phone of things you like, are passionate about, and mentioned wanting. It just keeps growing bc he wants to keep track of everything you love 😭

* Anytime he gives you a gift he hand makes it (or alternatively gets it from a small business) he says it feels more meaningful and personal

* I think his love languages are acts of service and physical touch

* This man is obsessed with showing you off to EVERYONEEE. He would definitely pull you onstage during one of his concerts just to be like “hey everyone this is my S/O”

* He would love walking around with his hand in your back pocket, or yours In his

* He’s a crow, 100% picks up random stuff off of the sidewalk that caught his eye and gives it to you

* kind of a huge klepto He does not hesitate shoplifting from big corporations when he sees something he knows you’d like

* Although he would never EVER steal from a small business

* Just imagine he comes home and gives you a shirt for a band you like and you see the security tag is still on 😭 and he’s like “what 🤨”

* Definitely a “hmm?” “Oh yeah?” “Is that so?” “Make me” type of guy (SCREAMING)

* He’s such a tease, and just a brat in general. Just imagine your fed up and ask him to do something and he pulls the “yes ma’am/sir” move

* He’s the type of help bust you out of a holding cell/help you run from the police (he’s your partner in crime I’ll die on this hill)

* He love starting harmless beef with people online for no reason, specifically getting into fights with kids on ROBLOX just to see them get mad

* Man has like 1029292 emails to make new accounts bc he’s gotten banned from doing this so many times 😭

* He loves playing video games with you. especially if your playing something like cod or a racing game he would aggressively wiggle your controls to mess you up and act like nothing happened

* Ok ok hear me out, he doesn’t believe in games or things having an age limit, so he would play those 2 player ROBLOX obbys with you. He also LOVES playing horror games with you, you guys always yell at eachother over who has to go in front tho

* Y’all can communicate without even speaking ISTG

* He discreetly nudges your shoulder during a meeting and side eyes someone in the room, translates to “you see this shit??” Glancing towards the door then at you “let’s ditch this” peeking over someone’s shoulder and making eye contact with you while he’s talking to someone “HELP ME.” Or alternatively “is this bitch FR??”

* He has the mouth of a sailor, has taught mayday multiple cus words and acts like nothing happened

* He LOVES kids, absolutely loves them, he would be such an amazing parent

THIS IS HIM PROVE ME WRONG

* This might be an unpopular opinion but I don’t think he would give a shit what race/gender you are, he loves you for YOU and doesn’t care what color you are or what’s in-between your legs (in short he’s bisexual and doesn’t give a shit about whatever you are, he’s here for your personality)

* I think his favorite flavor of juice would be cranberry, but like the rlly tart cranberry juice

* Height thing’s but not because your short, just bc he’s freakishly tall

* As a fandom we’ve already established he does the thing where your cooking, or minding your own business, and he hugs you from behind and puts his chin on your head/shoulder

* I don’t think he has a “type” per say, but I feel like he’d prefer people who are also in any sort of alternative culture (punk, goth, emo, alt, and I dare say earthy/fairy TO AN EXTENT counts for that)

* I am biased because you can’t tell me this man wouldn’t fuck with a goth bitch, or just another punk (his WEAKNESS is punk girls)

* He loves doing makeup for you, especially eyeliner because that gives him and excuse to get you to sit in his lap

* If you don’t already play guitar, he would defiantly teach you by sitting behind you with his head on your shoulder to show you the right cords

* And he’s definitely gonna be praising tf outta you “good job” “yeah, you got it love” “mhm just like that”

* He also loves doing your hair/helping you do/cut your hair, no matter what texture it is

* I feel like before he settled in punk he went through an emo phase in middle school, and HATES his pictures from that era, like he would tackle someone to get it away if they found any trace of it

* He probably had some fuck ass fake piercings because his parents wouldn’t let him get real ones, and crusty eyeliner in his 7Th grade school photo

* I think his first face piercing was a nose piercing he got done in the school bathrooms in 10th grade by some girl with a safety pin

* It 100% got hella infected and he got so grounded for that

* He puts you first in almost every situation, like it he’s in the middle of a mission with another spider, and you text him, it will be like that scene with miles fighting the spot because he will text you back no matter WHAT

* I’m not sure about this one but I think his world is set in the early 70s (when punk fashion started getting more popular) so when he first came to HQ and saw all of this new text he was amazed and confused as hell

* It took him like a week to figure out most of that shit at HQ

* Most people don’t know he lives on a house houseboat, but I absolutely love that.

* Shit constantly falls off of his shelves from the waves but he couldn’t give 2 fucks about it

* he hates being called “Hobart” if you call him that he’ll either not respond, or know that your PISSED and shits about to go down

* he’s definitely pansexual or bisexual, like I said he loves pussy and dick equally, I feel like also hes either a transman, or AMAB and gender-fluid. Either way there’s no way he’s a cis man, he ATLEAST is he/they

* if he is a transman he would get top surgery but I don’t think he would get bottom surgery, he loves his man-pussy and he thinks if your too brainwashed by society’s gender norms then fuck you

* I think he would also get vines or mushrooms, or like barbed wire tattooed near his top scars

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Alright that’s everything I have for today! If you have any ideas please don’t hesitate to comment or to hit up my asks! I have a few asks I’m currently working on but I also have a bigger original story I’m writing so I’ve kinda been in writers block

If you want to be apart of my tag list don’t hesitate to ask (:

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[rafedaddy01]

Coconuts

Series Masterlist

A/n: so the beginning is in readers pov and then there’s some from Rafes. I hope you guys like it 🤞

Warnings: smut, oral, language, fluff, I think that’s it

This series has been so fun to write. Thank you to all who encouraged me to continue it. Send in requests on what you’d like to see more of. I got some stuff in the works but could use new ideas, always!

This is not proof read so sorry for any mistakes.

Today was the day. Rafe and I were gonna have sex. I’m so nervous. What if he doesn’t like it. Or worse. What if I don’t like it.

I decided to get a dressed up. It was Rafes idea to go out to dinner first instead of jumping straight into it. Sorta like a date. I wanted to look presentable, so I put on a white lingerie set that I had bought a few weeks back when me and Rafe first started our little fling, in hopes that we would sleep together eventually. It was lacy with cute little bows on the middle. On top I put on a black, corset dress. A little jewel I kept in the back of my closet for special events. I didn’t wear it often because it defined my curves very nicely and I got thousands of stares every time I’d wear it, but tonight I did want people to stare. Specifically Rafe, but others too. So they would know that I belonged to him and only he could touch me. The dress pushed my breasts up and defined my cleavage very well. I put on a gold chain necklace to accessorize my neck and curled my hair lightly. I was all ready when I received the text from Rafe that he was here.

All giddy inside, I grabbed my Chanel pumps and headed out the door. Walking up to the truck Rafe waited by the door to open it for me. I tried not to scream when I saw how hot he looked. He had on white, baggy pants with a black hoodie, he looked casual but classy. You could definitely tell he was Rich. I smiled as I walked up to him and he planted a kiss to my cheek before opening the door for me. This was unusual for Rafe, being romantic like this. Given his reputation. “Thank you” I said as I climbed in and he shut the door, walking to the drivers side. He got in and started the engine. “You look beautiful” he complimented “You look hot” I blurted out, cheeks burning red. He winked before pulling out of the driveway. “So where are we going tonight?” I said admiring his hands and the rings that wrapped around his slender fingers, the same fingers that I wished were inside of me. He noticed my admiration and smirked.

Placing one hand on my bare thigh and soothing the skin, my body shivering from the contact, but quickly indulging in his embrace. “You’ll see” and with that we arrived to our destination. It was a fancy restaurant, not many people. I’ve heard of it and I’ve been wanting to try it but haven’t had the time with being new to town. “After you” he geastured his hand as he opened the door for me. “Cameron, 2” Rafe spoke to the host as he entangled his hand in mine, pulling me closer to him as he noticed the way the host was looking at me. “Right this way sir” the host cleared his throat as he grabbed two menus and ushered us to our seats. We were seated at a tiny table near the windows, “thank you” I said as the host walked off to give us a moment to look over the menu. “Rafe this place is so expensive” I said as I examined the menu. “900$ for the house wine? Are you kidding me?” I said shocked.

Rafe laughed. “Anything for my girl” he froze a bit scanning my facial expression. We never defined our relationship. Sure we’ve been sexually intimate but he’s never asked me to be his girlfriend. I smiled as I took his hand on the table in mine. “Your girl?” I said playing with the ring on his finger. “I mean, yeah. If you’d like to be” he said unsure. “Yes Rafe, I want to be” he brought my hand to his lips as he kissed the top of it. “So-“ “OMG. Rafe?” An annoying voice interrupting rafe. “Oh my gosh, I thought I saw you walk in. Whose this bitch?” She walked up and scanned me up and down. It was the girl from the party the first night we met. “I’m so sorry” he whispered to me. I pulled my hand back as she eyed me. “Gisselle, now’s not a good time. Please leave” he spoke to her. She gave him a disgusted look as she stared at me once more before waddling off.

“Y/n. I’m so sorry” he grabbed my hand again. “Rafe it’s okay. Really, no big deal. Your mine now.” I assured him. “Alright. Now let’s get dinner” he said skimming the menu. The waiter came and took our order. I ordered the pasta and Rafe ordered the steak. We ate and drank some wine as we indulged in conversation. The night came to and end as Rafe gave me his hoodie and we walked out of the restaurant to his truck. Opening the door for me I climbed in and he got in the drivers.

“Come here” he said wrapping a hand around my throat and pulling into him. He kissed me hard, like he was a starved man. I moaned into his lips as he slipped his tongue inside my mouth and sucked on mine. “Rafe” I huffed as I pulled back. I gripped onto his tee shirt as our foreheads rested against each other. “I want you” I said quietly. He pecked my lips again. “Are you sure?” He asked. “Very” I said desperately. I really really wanted him. Since the first time I laid my eyes on him. I needed him. “Okay” he said he started the engine and drove off. I bit my lip excitedly as his hand wrapped around my thigh. I didn’t know where he was going but honestly I didn’t care. I’d fuck him in the backseat if I had too.

He pulled up to his house. “Nobody’s home tonight. We can have some privacy here” he said as he unbuckled himself. “Okay” I said biting my bottom lip and smiling. I was so nervous but so excited. I was ready. I needed to do this. I wanted to this. And doing it with Rafe would make it that much more special. We walked into tannyhill as he lead me upstairs to his room.

It was dark, the only thing lighting it up was the moonlight coming through the window. His room smelt like sandalwood and whiskey. An odd smell, but intoxicating. He shut the door behind him and locked it, just in case. I turned around to be met with his chest, my hands placing themselves on his toned chest and raking down to the loop of his pants. He kissed me passionately. It quickly got messy as he lifted my legs around his torso and carried me to the bed, throwing me onto it gently. “I remember you said you liked it rough. I’ll go easy on you at first, it being your first time” he said before coming closer to my ear, swiping my hair off my shoulder and pulling my head back by gripping my soft locks in his fingers. “But then I’m gonna fucking destroy you. Because I’ve been waiting for this too long baby” he kissed my neck as I moaned and felt my panties pool. I forgot I was wearing special equipment underneath until Rafe tore my dress off and groaned. “Fuck baby, you knew this was gonna happen tonight huh? Maybe I shouldn’t go easy on you at all. You clearly want this” he spoke huskily as his fingers traced my clavicle.

I moaned softly at the contact, throwing my head back as his fingers travelled lower, reaching the band of my panties. He pulled the band back and let go making it snap against my skin. I hissed at the pain, getting wetter by the second. “Please Rafe..” I groaned. “Please what?” He hummed. “Please.. touch me” I pleaded. “I am baby, gonna need you to be more specific.” His eyes taunted mine as he grinned. “Rafe please! Touch my pussy” my voice seeping with desperation. Embarrassment flooding my cheeks as I awaited his touch. He pulled back a second, I looked up to see what he was doing, his shirt brought over his head as he unbuttoned his pants, exposing his tight boxers imprinting the outline of his hard cock. I salivated at the sight. Wanting to taste his cum in my mouth again. He noticed my stares and chuckled. “For someone whose never been fucked before you sure are a slut” he teased as he crawled on the bed, hovering over my exposed body. “You want my fingers or my mouth?” He asked looking at my face and taking in every feature.

“Uh- mouth” my voice shaky as I couldn’t handle the impending arousal filling my panties. He pressed a kiss into my lips before trailing lower, removing my panties, careful not to ruin the beautiful fabric. Taking in the glory before him, my wet cunt on display for him. I whimpered as he licked his lips and leaned down. Wrapping his arms around my thighs and holding me down as he lapped at my wetness, sliding his tongue through my folds and over my clit. “Rafe!” I was so close already and he barely had done anything. “Go ahead baby cum” he instructed as he worked in his fingers and pumped lazily to push me through my high.

I moaned with screams of his name and came around his tongue. He licked his lips and brought his fingers to my mouth. “Taste yourself baby” he pushed his fingers in my mouth, gagging me. I wrapped my lips around them and sucked. “Mmm” I moaned as he watched my face intently. “So fuckin gorgeous” he removed his fingers and devoured my lips. Biting the bottom one as he pulled away. “I’m gonna fuck this pretty pussy now okay?” He asked as I nodded frantically. Ready to feel him fill me up. “Please do” I whined as he freed himself from his boxers and undid the back of my bra. My boobs spilling out. “God, I think I love you” he groaned, catching me off guard. I didn’t know if I should ignore it, maybe he just meant it in the moment. But what if he did mean it? I know I feel the same way about him. Should I answer him? I don’t want to ruin the moment.

Rafes pov

Did I just say I love her? Shit. What was I thinking. Maybe she didn’t hear me. “I-I love you too Rafe” her soft voice was music to my ears. I pulled back to look at her. “Really?” I asked. “Yes really Rafe. I love you” she laughed. The echo of her laugh making my heart flutter. I kissed her lips before trailing down her neck, smelling the intoxicating smell of her hair once again. She moaned as I sucked on her soft skin. “Are you ready?” I asked, making sure she still wanted this. “Fuck me rafe” she breathed out as I quickly reached for a condom and put it on, I spread her legs open and stared at her sopping cunt once more. Groaning at how wet and on display she was for me. I pushed just the tip in watching her facial expression for any discomfort. She nodded insuring me I could go deeper. I pushed a little more and she groaned. “Are you okay?” I asked halting my hips. “I’m-im fine! Just go slow” she spoke.

I thruster slowly as she groaned and moaned. I sped up once she gave me the okay, pounding into her relentlessly now. “Fuck rafe!” Her moan bringing me joy. “Yeah? You like that?” I asked as my hands came to either side of her and tangled them in hers, pushing deeper in her. My head coming down to her ear. “I fucking love you” I whispered as she moaned. “I love your hair” thrusting deeper. “The smell of you hair” she moaned as my hips beat against hers. “You smell like coconuts and I fucking love it” I growled as my hips rolled deeper and faster. Her moans roaring louder as she gripped my hand harder. “Gunna cum” she moaned. “Go ahead baby, cum for me” I gasped as I wrapped a hand around her pretty throat and squeezed. Her eyes shutting as she came hard. I thrusted a few more times as I released into the condom. “Shit” I said out of breath as I laid down next to her. “I love you” she said turning to face me. Bringing one of her legs to my waist, I pulled her closer, “I love you too”

They laid there, holding each other throughout the night. Embracing their love for one another. Drifting off to sleep, content to have found each other. The smell of coconuts filling Rafes nose, and who was he to complain? His new favorite smell, he could never get sick of it.

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[murkycran]

Human!Dreamling AU

Hob is a former soldier turned history professor (original, I know)

Dream is a successful author; he writes under the pseudonym of Morpheus because he likes his privacy

Dream starts sitting in on Hob’s history classes because he’s doing research for his next book

Which would fine and all, if only 1) he had bothered to tell Hob that rather than just showing up one day, and 2) he wasn’t so distracting for the actual students in the class

As it is, Dream just starts showing up after class one day and Hob is like “um?? Can I help you???”

Dream: “your Department Chair said I could be here”

Hob: “well no one told ME that”

It starts off a bit contentious; Dream refuses to tell Hob what he’s writing about, just asks vague questions, and his attitude makes Hob feel inferior or like he’s being judged

In truth Dream is just an awkward idiot who has a hard time talking to people, hence the need for writing under a pseudonym and saving his privacy

Hob, finally reaching his limit with feeling like he’s being judged and deemed inadequate, asks why Dream doesn’t just sit in with the other history professors

Dream, getting huffy and defensive, says “my sister praised your passion and depth of knowledge in your field, but if you truly find me so bothersome, I’ll find someone else”

Hob: “sorry, did you say sister?”

Hob served in the army with Death, who was a combat medic

Death and Hob kept in touch after being discharged from the army, but they both kind of got busy with life and only occasionally saw each other on social media

While Hob went on to get his degree in history and teach, Death got her PhD in medicine and opened her own practice

When Dream complained about needing to do some research on an era of history for his next book to Death, she suggested Hob and talked about how good of a teacher he was. So Dream pulled some strings and got permission from the Department Chair to sit in on Hob’s classes.

Hob is a little embarrassed - he considers himself a pretty average professor and doesn’t have the same years of experience as some of the other professors - but feels honored that Death recommended him so highly

Ofc before he can actually say anything like that, Dream leaves because he’s Offended and needs to sulk

Feeling a little bad about how they parted (only a little bc Dream can be an ass when he wants to be), Hob reaches out to Death again and tells her about it. She’s pretty much like “sigh yeah that’s Dream for you, dw I’ll talk to him”

Cue her calling Dream and calling him an idiot and telling him he needs to use his words more rather than expecting everyone to simply accommodate him.

Death uses Older Sister Voice to strike a blow!! Dream sulks about it some more but realizes she’s right and shows up to the next class Hob is teaching

He doesn’t really apologize but he does say he overreacted; Hob DOES apologize for misjudging Dream, however. He’s still willing to give Dream a shot now that he knows Death specifically recommended him to Dream

Hob tried to ask Dream about the books he’s written before but Dream Will Not tell him what his pen name is; hob also tries to ask what the current book is about, and Dream still won’t talk about it

This is all frustrating to Hob, bc if he knew even what genre Dream was writing he could probably help more than by just giving a basic history lesson. He could be specific about what he tells Dream, give plot relevant info, etc etc.

Dream dgaf tho and plays it all close to the vest bc he doesn’t want someone ‘interfering’ with his writing process. It irks Hob, but he comes to see it as a game, trying to figure out Dream’s pseudonym from little clues in their conversations.

Leading to not only many more classes where Dream shows up (Hob’s students are INTRIGUED bc who is this man randomly hanging around our professor?), but also some one on one meetings either at Hob’s office or at the New Inn over drinks. Dream even offers to pay Hob, but Hob insists he just pay for the drinks when they go out, bc he sees his talks with Dream as a favor to his Death, who saved his life more than once out in the field

What started as a rough partnership evolves into a comfortable friendship over months, as their meetings eventually start to progress past just talking about history to other topics. They get to know each other outside the original context of their meetings by talking about things that, yknow, friends talk about. Food, hobbies, family, past experiences, etc.

I think the tipping point for Hob realizing he’s got a crush on Dream would be him coming into the university building where he teaches one day and seeing Dream talking to another professor.

All the social studies and liberal arts are taught in the same building. Dream showed up early for Hob’s class bc he thought he heard a different professor reciting Shakespeare to their class once. He likes Shakespeare ofc so he thought he’d show up a little early to listen to the Shakespeare class out of curiosity. He ends up in a discussion after the class ends with the professor. The professor, named Will (bc I think I’m hilarious), is an English professor who teaches a class on Shakespearean Literature to third and fourth year students.

On his way to his own class, Hob sees the two of them talking after the Shakespeare class ends, and feels a little weird about it but he has a class to teach so he ignores it

Or at least he tries to. The feeling grows when his class starts and Dream is nowhere to be seen for at least the first 30 min of class. When Dream finally does come in, it’s the latest he’s ever arrived and it bugs tf out of Hob so much he tells Dream after class that they can’t meet that day bc there’s a faculty meeting that Hob forgot about.

Dream is a little surprised and disappointed, but is okay with putting their meeting off for another day. After he leaves, Hob finds himself wondering exactly why he told Dream they couldn’t meet, bc now that Dream’s gone he regrets lying and just wants Dream to come back. Now irritated with both himself and Will the English professor, Hob goes home for the rest of the day to grade papers. If there’s a little more red on the essays than there normally is, that’s only bc his students had a particularly hard time with the recent unit and not at all bc he’s mad.

Hob doesn’t have any classes the next day, but he does actually have a meeting with the Department Chair about next semester’s classes, so he goes to the university. After his meeting with the Chair, he happens to walk by Will the English professor’s class out of curiosity and sees Dream sitting in the back of the class. Hob gets aggravated all over again, stewing outside the closed classroom door (it’s one of those with the window on the door) and thinking not very nice thoughts about Will the English professor when Dream looks towards him and sees Hob at the door. He looks surprised.

Without even thinking about it Hob automatically leaves bc shit! Dream caught him standing outside the class like a creepy stalker! Fuck. Hob drives all the way home mortified and cursing himself before he realizes he’s blushing all over. Cue the realization that hey maybe this is about more than just his friend becoming friends with Will the English professor.

I have more for this AU, but this post is getting a little long for mobile so I’m cutting it off here (for now…)

Now with a Part 2!

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Characters: Peter Parker, Mary-Jane “MJ” Watson, Harry Osborn, Miles Morales

Type: Headcanons

Synopsis: General headcanons for the main protagonists of Insomniac’s Spider Man 2 on PS5.

Warnings: probs some cursing somewhere, and ofc spoilers for the spiderman 2 game! You’ve been warned!!!

A/N: This game is definitely up there as one of the best games I’ve seen/played in 2023, so it wouldn’t be right for me to go into 2024 and still not have much written for it; so I’m correcting that! Take this as a spoiler for those who have not finished playing the game/watching a full gameplay of it to the end.

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Peter Parker

Oh poor Peter, he’s just got so much going on. With Aunt May and the house, him tryna find a stable job, his relationship with MJ, and now prioritizing his friendship with Harry, he’s being pulled in so many different directions it’s honestly dizzying!

There’s so much going on in his life that I wouldn’t be too surprised if he developed some anxiety around it. Like we know Peter for being this quirky, goofy kid who’s got hella jokes and can rock your ass in a science test, but when he’s alone, the turbulence of his life gets to him a little. And it’s not like he can let anyone really know - he’s Spiderman for crying out loud! If he goes down, who knows how the rest will take it.

And of course the Venom Symbiote doesn't make things any better - Pete’s whole acting like an ass thing wasn’t intentional by no means necessary, but I think that would also play into his anxiety as well. He doesn’t want to ever hurt his friends the way he did with that symbiote in him - they’re the last thing he has.

On a completely not depressing note, I feel like having the house to himself gives Peter the opportunity to really figure out his own aesthetic. Sure, he’s the cute nerdy heartthrob guy, but he wants to expand himself! I feel like he wouldn’t be into the super modern high tech home decor that’s been sweeping through every interior designers palette - I see him as a mix of warm country house vibes (courtesy of Aunt May), with a hint of the technological advantages that he’d implement into certain appliances and spaces (*coughcough* at home lab *coughcough*) and a finishing touch of midcentury modern for a pop of color….it won’t stop him from being a bit of a slob though unfortunately.

Mary-Jane “MJ” Watson

If i were her I’d be one critique away from giving Mr. J.J.Jameson a taste of his own desk, because oh my god the self-centeredness he possesses makes me want to vomit. But it’s a good thing I’m not, and our darling redhead angel has enough patience to deal with him for the sake of a bag - I applaud her for that.

I know a lot of people don’t like the MJ segments in the game but i actually appreciate them! Shows that she’s not just a pretty face that Pete falls in love with you know? And I like to think she actually likes the moments she gets to take down the Hunters because it makes her feel like a badass - which she totally is!

As a destresser from being a prime member of the Spider Team (yes, I’m claiming them as the Spider Team since Spider Squad is already taken) and her journalism job, I’d like to think she’s into something so niche like jewelry making - specifically little charm bracelets that she gifts to the others. Yknow, on some ‘friendship lasts forever’ type shit.

Also in her freetime she has writing projects on the side that she wouldn’t consider viable enough to send in as a story, but just fun little stories she’ll write for the hell of it. There’s nothing too specific about them, but they also serve as a way to track how her writing is progressing, and she’s in a group of beta readers of sorts that give her feedback on how much better she’s getting.

Another poor boy that just has way too much on his hands, good lord. Granted, I never saw the hype around Harry, but I think after this adaptation of him I might be warming up to him a little bit.

Harry Osborn

Getting on the bandwagon of adopting new hobbies, I see Harry as getting into drawing, especially during the period in which he doesn’t have the suit. Since his health is deteriorating and he isn’t able to be as mobile as he would like, he needs something to keep his mind and hands busy. And drawing does the trick for him. He starts off with just basic drawings like items in his room, but he advances very quickly and starts drawing portraits of himself and MJ, who spends a lot of time taking care of him. He symbalso sketches a picture of him and Peter when they were in highschool over and over again, especially when he runs out of muses.

Harry also spends a lot of his time thinking. Thinking about his life thus far, his friends, the legacy he wants to leave behind. He doesn’t just want his last name attached to something to make it great - he wants to earn his keep and his place in society. It was the whole reason he started the Emily-May Foundation; it would have been his mark on the world, and yet, here he was, tied down to his bed once again. Then again, who knows if the symbiote would have done the same to himself, had he let his own convictions get too far?

Considering what happens at the end of the game, though, I suppose we won’t ever know…until the next installment that is.

Miles Morales

Why are there so many poor boys in this game? Like I got enough sympathy to go around but Jesus save these guys!!!

He is a HEAVY romantic, especially when it comes to Hailey (so so SO happy he got his girl in the end was rooting for them so hard in his game). He plans their dates according to the mode and vibe of the day, whatever the two are feeling, whatever is mentioned in fleeting conversations, etc. He’s in love and proud of it!

He’s getting better at dividing up the attention to the important people in his life, as well as school and his Spiderman duties. Sundays are for him and his mom to lounge in their pajamas and catch up with each other on the weeks events; he hangs with Ganke throughout the week and sometimes goes out with him to science expo’s every now and then. He’ll pop up on Hailey whenever she’s in the neighborhood and just sits and chills with her (and if she’s working on a street piece, even better! He’s her no. 1 supporter!)

He, Peter and Ganke get into rubix cubes competitions to see who can complete the rubix cube the fastest. Right now Ganke is ranked number one and Peter and Miles are tied for second place, but they’re getting another, more difficult cube to compete again soon.

He’s got a big heart, and knowing the effects of everything that’s happened with Harry, Miles makes it a point to check in with Peter every now and then. He’s lowkey worried that if the older Spiderman’s worry for his best friend doesn’t do him in, then somehow the effects of the Venom symbiote on Peter’s psyche will turn him cold again, and that doesn’t end well at all. He does this well with MJ, and they talk frequently on how they can be better support for Pete and Harry in the aftermath of everything that’s happened.

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[clarabosswald]

on philip pullman's approach to analyzing human nature vs jack thorne's

(posting here per request since the conversation on discord got, uh, distracted before i could put my thoughts into words)

bbc/hbo's his dark materials has expended on a lot of characters and plotlines that were only hinted at - or did not exist at all in many instances - in the his dark materials book trilogy. one of the characters that was impacted by that a lot - if not the most of the whole cast - is mrs. marisa coulter. and while many media outlets and fans alike have been very pleased with the show's version of marisa in comparison with the book version (and i'm referring specifically and strictly how she was written, not how she's portrayed by ruth wilson), many of us on the discord server have felt that jack thorne's spin on the character resulted in major changes to her personality, to the worse. it's a huge topic (which i love discussing but don't want to focus on too much in this post) but in short, many of us are in opinion that jack thorne's marisa coulter is significantly humanized and mellowed compared to philip pullman's, more palatable and more relatable... and thus considerably less fascinating and captivating than the books' version.

the thing about this is that i don't think this is something that's exclusive to thorne's interpretation of marisa. i think it's a trend that you can see in nearly all of the characters in the his dark materials tv show - especially the ones that were explored more deeply than in the books. i can see it with lyra, asriel, boreal - even will. and i think you can put it all down to a very basic approach to exploring and writing basic human nature that's vastly different between pullman and thorne.

with pullman's writing, i think he finds fascination in how different humans are from each other. pullman says: humanity is so varied; there are so many types of personalities; people can be really extreme; it's so interesting to explore the human nature in its weirdest and most unlikable, looking directly at the aspects people would rather not expose. lyra, the protagonist, possesses many traditionally unlikable characteristics: she's a liar, she's rude, she's arrogant, she's blunt. asriel sets out to save humanity but he's far from a good person. he doesn't see all humans as equal; he sees roger as a tool to reach his means rather than a living person; he resents his daughter for being a unruly street urchin rather than an elegant scholar like himself and her mother. he berates marisa when she obtains traits he sees as inferior (her love for lyra, which he can't understand). and marisa herself... powerful and power-hungry and ruthful and remorseless. slick and skillfully manipulative. she knows the games in the society that she lives in and she plays them masterfully. those are the characters pullman writes and explores. and not one of them is more or less human than the other. they're people; and "good" and "bad" are names we give to the things they do or the choices they make.

thorne's approach is no less thoughtful, but is significantly different. characters start off as having seemingly polarized traits, yes. but as thorne digs deeper, he finds that they have a lot in common with the perceived idea of an everyday person, and you can see that very early on in the show. asriel sincerely apologizes to lyra for not being able to spare more time and attention for her, and (infamously) declares that "everyone's special!"; marisa seems to form an emotional bond or attachment to lyra nearly as soon as the girl hugs her in jordan college (because who doesn't feel touched when being hugged by a grateful kid, right?); as she watches the severed children being rescued and shown affection in bolvangar, she looks stricken by remorse; she refuses asriel's offer to cross the bridge together because she feels committed to their child, not because of the magisterium. then in season 2, thorne invents a new side of marisa - a woman oppressed by a patriarchal society. she was oppressed as a scholar due to being a woman (in the books, female scholars were far from unheard of; marisa was a member of sofia's college, an all-women institution); she stares with longing at a woman working on a laptop while caring for a baby in a stroller; she's obviously jealous of mary. what woman can't relate to that, in this era of fourth wave feminism? then, as she faces lee scoresby - beaten and shackled and still gaining the emotional higher ground by appealing to marisa's (the master manipulator, the skilled torturer) emotions for her child - and he deduces that she was endured parental abuse as a child (which wasn't hinted at in the slightest in the books - in the book of dust we meet her mother, who's a terrible person but adores and idolizes her daughter to a fault). and of course that would tug at the audience's heartstrings - because how can you not understand marisa's vulnerability? how can you not feel bad for her, learning about the abuse she endured? this is jack thorne's way of exploring characters and filling up gaps in their stories. this is his way of exploring humans. "deep down, we all have shared experiences and feelings." the more you learn about his characters, the more relatable they are. they become more palatable to the average viewer.

these are the two approaches, and neither of them are inherently wrong or bad. but they're profoundly different. and they create different characters.

and what we keep coming back to and complaining about on the discord server - specifically in the context of marisa but i do think other characters suffer from it too - that, compared to pullman's characterizations, the result is just... well, boring. or at least disappointing. because what draws many of us to marisa, what makes her so magnetic and unique and unforgettable, was never her being relatable. in the books she's very unapologetically a horrible person; the show feels like it keeps making up excuses and apologies for her horrible deeds (so much that it even neuters just how terrible some of them were). the uncompromising extremes in her personality and her choices are exactly what make her so utterly fascinating and unusual. without excuses or explanations that would make her actions make more sense to the average reader. you rarely ever think "i'd have felt exactly the same! i'd have done exactly the same! i can perfectly understand her motivation here!" yet thorne tries to make you think exactly that. and it's not wrong. i'd have loved it a ton if i were a show-only fan. but when you compare it to pullman's version - its intensity and spectacle, the heights and perils the story reaches with characters that are masterfully created as both extreme and human without compromise - thorne's is just ever so... dull.

and i honestly think the show would've been better and more successful if thorne didn't shy away from letting the characters be unrelatable. there seemed to have been intense concern in making the characters more easily digestible to as wide an audience as possible; and ironically i think that has caused the story to lose a ton of its initial appeal. and i think the same worry was applied to thorne's handling of the plot; and the show suffered massively for that too; but that's a topic for a different post.

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[dabislittlemouse]

Chapter 2- Burning desire

Dabi x Reader: The reader’s quirk is introduced, as well as her POV on the situation~

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Chapter 1 of Burning Desire

The encounter with the League had you mostly excited rather than anxious, being a lone wolf for so long had you craving some contact with other people as well, to create new friendships. As much as you tried to hide it, you felt a great honor and pride to be specifically requested by Tomura Shigaraki to join the League of Villains. He found your quirk and your skills pretty useful; with only one physical touch you could regenerate a person’s energy, boost their quirk to a maximum level, to the point of making them way stronger and resist even more in battlefield. Though the same way you could give that to them, you could also take it from them as well, using it on your enemies to drain them out completely and make their quirk so weak to the point it almost vanishes. It was a good quirk alright, but it didn’t fully reassure your safety, so you had to train, to defend yourself and fight physically, learn how to use many weapons and guns. One thing you hated most in this society is being perceived as useless and unworthy, just because you didn’t have a flashy quirk. It was rare nowadays to see people like you be so strong, fight heroes all the same without having any flashy quirk, hence the reason you were recruited to the gang.

Going to the upper floor of the bar, you were met with a long dark corridor with many rooms. Shigaraki had requested Toga and Twice to show you your room, which was somehow a special treatment from the leader’s side, since most of the League members didn’t have their own room; Toga and Magne were roommates, Twice and Compress as well, Spinner was set with Moonfish but he’d soon change rooms since he claimed he couldn’t stand Moonfish’s weird behavior during the night. Only Dabi had his separate room, due to him being the second in command after Shigaraki, he for sure was the most spoiled of them all.

Dabi..

You have met many villains before, even fought them, but nobody has ever intimidated you as much as the pyromaniac did earlier. Even Tomura Shigaraki who was creepier in appearance, with those deadly crimson eyes behind that rotten hand, not even him was that intimidating to you as Dabi. It was a split second which felt like an eternity; the moment you locked eyes with the raven haired villain, you froze, heartbeat started getting faster and you suddenly felt small, his piercing gaze had you weak, scared, thrilled, feeling like you were being judged, a mess of emotions, to the point you didn’t even notice how your face heated up the moment he gave you that smug smirk of his. You thought it was just anxiety of meeting new people, or maybe Dabi’s appearance creeped you out. Marred purple flesh all over his chin and neck, under his eyes, metallic piercings decorating his face, it was a grotesque sight. But not ugly, definitely not ugly..

“This is your room!” Toga chirped, interrupting your thoughts. “I’d love to be your roommate, but I can’t leave big sis Mag alone~ though we could still have many girls nights together!”

“How fun! How dare you not invite me young lady?” Twice exclaimed.

“It’s for the girls only Twice!” Toga replied, while you giggled softly.

“Thanks for showing me around. I’ll definitely join the girls night.. ” you smile shyly, inspecting your new room. It was simple, clean and tidy, with a bed and a wardrobe big enough to take all your clothes, a small window in the corner and a table. It looked a bit depressing though, but you’d have enough time to decorate it in any way you wanted, make it a bit colorful as well.

“I’ll be waiting in the balcony! Don’t bother joining! Let’s get a drink!” Twice said as he left the room and headed downstairs. You simply nodded, taking your time to fix your clothes and putting them in the closet. Finally heading out of the room, you sat in the corridor, looking at the closed doors of the other rooms.

“This is my room!” Toga says, pointing at the door which seemed to be in the first row. “And this next to me is Tomura-kun. He yells a lot whenever he loses on his games, gosh so annoying! And these walls are really thin~”

“Oh, I didn’t know he was a gamer boy” you giggled, finding it cute how one of the most dangerous villains of Japan literally plays videogames on his free time. As Toga showed you the other rooms, finally her finger pointed to the room at the end of the corridor, right next to yours.

“This is Dabi’s room” she says. “He insisted to stay in the end cause he thinks we’ll bother him yadda yadda yadda- whatever. Don’t worry, he isn’t noisy..”

No way..

As Toga kept talking your mouth fell slightly open, nervous at the fact that Dabi’s room was next to yours. Which means you could encounter him more often- no, what were you thinking? You’ll stay in your own room, he stays in his. Being next to each other wasn’t a big deal, yeah.

Heading downstairs with Toga, you decided to grab something to drink. You sat on the couch nearby, patiently waiting as Kurogiri was kind enough to prepare your drink, giving you a warm welcome. You stared in awe at the misty man, wanting to know more about him; is he made of smoke? Is he human? Does he eat? Sleep? Does he-

“Look who we have here~”

The sudden voice ringing in your ears had you jump in your place, catching you off guard. It was low, raspy, almost seductive as its owner approached closer, the scent of smoke and strong cologne mixed together making itself known. You stared up, being met once again with those deep cerulean eyes under his bangs, staring down at you intensely.

God, not him again..

You only hoped that what you felt inside wasn’t visible outside, the way you felt your body stiffening and heating up again, swallowing a little as you broke eye contact with him.

“Already comfortable in our little place?” He asks, throwing himself down on the couch as well, right next to you. His elbows leaning back, manspreading as his leg touched yours a little, making you squirm uncomfortably in your seat.

“ I guess..” you murmured, not looking at him.

“You guess?” he raises one eyebrow, faking a hurt voice “Awh, you don’t like it here do you~”

“I didn’t say tha-”

“What did I tell you earlier when speaking to me, little thing?” Dabi said, his voice stern and deeper now, making you shiver. “Look. At. Me.”

He got closer, lithe finger moving your hair behind your ear. You bit your lip, gulping down and holding your breath. Fuck, what was even happening? Since when do you get so nervous and intimated by some random man?

“What is this?” He smirked as he pinched your cheek. There it was. The blush from earlier was even more visible as you started breathing rapidly.

“Ya should go outside for some air baby. Looks like you’re suffocating in here”

“With you so uncomfortably close to me, no wonder.. just back off” you mumble, eyes focused anywhere but him.

“Uncomfortably, hm?” Dabi responded as his stapled hand reached to your body, grabbing your hip firmly. He saw you flinch and wince under his touch , making him chuckle as his long fingers started squeezing your hip even more, leaning down to whisper in your ear “Uncomfortably she says....”

*Do something. Now.*

“Hey, I said back off!” you finally manage to gather your courage, your voice a bit harsher to assert your dominance and make him get off you. He did make you feel weird, but no way in hell you’ll let someone touch you like this. Even if that someone was extremely handsome, with mesmerizing azure eyes that could make anyone drop dead on the floor…

“Or what?” he asks, a sadistic smile plastered on his face. This was getting fun, teasing you would be his new favorite hobby. “Gonna fight me with that quirk of yours, ah?”

Without thinking twice, you quickly grabbed a switch blade from your pocket, as your other hand gripped his wrist tightly, twisting his arm in the process and forcing him down on the couch, the blade right on his throat. This took Dabi by surprise, but the smirk never left his face as he stared up at you, as if asking for more.

“A skilled girl you are..” he rasps out, smoke coming out of his mouth as blue flames started showing on his hands. “Sadly those skills of yours are completely useless, sweetheart. And right now, you definitely made a wrong move on me..”

Without letting his flames get bigger and burn you in process, you activated your quirk, your hand placed on his chest, stealing all his energy. The sudden feeling had the man beneath you gasp in surprise, as he noticed the flames vanishing slowly.

“What the fu-“ he gritted his teeth, trying his hardest to burst into flames but suddenly he couldn’t. Complete exhaustion took over his body, he couldn’t even lift a finger.

“You little bitch-what the fuck did you do to me” he growled, eyes full of rage looking at you. Dabi knew your quirk had something to do with energy and boosting, but he never paid too much attention to details since he didn’t care at all. And he definitely didn’t knew this side of your quirk.

“I took all your energy. It will take you a while until you get it back, so I suggest you go to sleep early tonight” you smile mischievously, getting off him, leaving him there on the couch, motionless. “Unless you leave me alone then I won’t give it back..”

“You think you did something there, ah?” he says, still finding the energy to chuckle at you. You thought that taking his energy would make Dabi less intimidating but no; he looked angrier now, scarier. You swallowed hard, not sure now if this was the right decision.

“Y/N.. ” Kurogiri’s voice was heard, as he places your drink on the counter. “I’d suggest you give him his quirk back. It takes Dabi some time to trust new members, please do not mind his behavior” he says politely, making you nod in response.

“And Dabi, I’d prefer you be more welcoming and less intimidating to our new member, we want her to be comfortable enough with us in here..”

“We ain’t here for comfort misty man” Dabi says, annoyed. “But whatever, just c’mere and undo this shit..” he ordered, making you turn at Kurogiri again, unsure what to do.

“Go ahead. If he tries something I’ll wrap him to his room” Kurogiri says. Walking towards Dabi, you kneel down, putting your hand on his chest and activating your quirk again, this time giving him the missing energy, making sure to not overdo it.

“That’s it..” Dabi hums in satisfaction. He started feeling lighter now, as his energy came back again, his body heating up. As soon as you were done you stood up, heading to grab your drink and going out on the balcony to join the others. Dabi didn’t say anything. He stood up as well, stretching his arms as he watched you go. You didn’t have to look back to know that his eyes were on you, not leaving your sight for once.

“You will regret this, pretty thing..” he chuckles to himself, not sure if you heard him and not caring. Dabi was not one to be messed with, especially like tonight, being at the mercy of some weakling like you. He was amused at your poor efforts to show dominance, trying to act strong as if you weren’t flustered because of him. You need to be taught a lesson, feisty ones like you, who act all strong and hard-to-get made his blood boil and his cock hard, breaking you down would be like consuming a sweet dessert, where he’d devour every single crumb till the end.

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[yandere-kokeshi]

Yandere Ejiro Kirishima / Red Riot Headcanons

Warnings: Cursing, stalking mentions/actions, killing mention/actions, black mailing mention/actions.

Author Note: This was supposed to be posted before my Hawks headcanons but I got writing block, also, there may be some spelling mistakes. I couldn't find the time to fix them, plus Kloe is sick. Stay hydrated!

Ejiro Kirishima, also known as Red Riot is posted as a man, someone who is strong and devoted to never stopping at anything. He loves helping people, including hugging young children, and posing for photos and videos for his fans to save.

Ejiro would fall for someone who is gentle, caring, and almost like a parent-figure to others: one that was always sweet, especially smelled wonderful, and was always willing to do the right thing. He would immediately latch on like a mosquito, seeing you being so nice, gentle to kids, and owning a small shop made his heart explode. Before you could even leave to move on with your day, you’re approached by the Red Riot and his gentle smile (and maybe his intimidating height, he is 6’7”).

He would try to do everything in his power to hang out with you, even if it was a small interaction. This would also include him stalking you, almost like his life depended on it. He would take pictures of you doing anything: going to the store, laughing while eating dinner with your friend, showering, and sleeping. This is just the normal example of the many, many pictures he has of you.

Kirishima would rather not kill anyone, but scare them away if he deems them as a threat to your ‘relationship’. He will black mail them, finding some information that they wouldn’t want to destroy their reputation. However, if they don’t stand down, he will kill them in the most brutal way.

Kirishima is so delusional with you that he believes you two were meant to be, including being in a relationship. Before you are friends for a good two (2) weeks, he is already shopping for wedding rings, a honeymoon, and a beautiful dress you’ll wear for the important day.

Kirishima is the king of guilt-tripping and manipulating. He will sabotage any relationships he deems as a threat, whether he believes someone is falling for you, flirting, or in some way trying to steal you away from him, he will come up with excuses for their ‘villainous actions’. He will show you messages of them falling for someone else, being villains, or hell; doing something behind your back. He’s always there, hugging you (and purring) while whispering sweet nothings into your ear, ‘Clearly, everyone is not what they say. Please love me baby, I won’t lie or leave you’. Once you’re under his trap, he’ll ask you to ‘move in with him’ so he can ‘keep an eye on you’.

He would slowly but surely stop you from leaving the shared apartment. He would beg you to stay home, throwing excuses on how a dangerous villain is on the loose and he’s terrified that they might hurt you. Slowly, you’ll stop working at your work but instead at home; but of course, Kirishima is there, begging you to stop working yourself out and that you should quit so he can take care of you.

Soon, you’d beg him to go outside, but of course; ‘Baby, you know you can’t. It’s too dangerous- hun, maybe for your birthday we can- kay? Love you so much.’

He never locks you up, more so scares you with his height if you decide to ‘hurt him’ or ‘break the rules’. Due to him being so delusional with you, he never ever gets mad at you if you decide to break his rules. He figures you want attention, or that you must be in pain and don’t want to bother him due to him working all the time.

Kirshima’s affection is very well noted. We’ve all seen how he is with Denki and Bakubro; he’s touch-starved, literally hugging you any chance he gets. He tends to pick you up, throwing you over his shoulder as he walks you towards your shared bedroom. He loves kissing you, specifically on your soft lips and neck, maybe leaving some bites as he hugs you from behind. He reminds you daily that he’s yours as much as your his.

Kirishima’s yandere behaviors contain a lot of obsessive, delusional, overprotective, and of course; manipulation and guilt-tripping. He practically would kiss your legs if you asked him, he loves you so much. The way he shows his affection is by being physically, verbal, and giving gifts.

The gifts you will receive are much like the other pro-heroes; he will buy you whatever you like, whether that’s where you love gaming, dancing, or drawing. He will buy you as much as you like, the only thing he expects is for you to show him how much you love him.

This also goes the same with spoiling you. If you want a phone, he will allow you to have a phone but it will have a time limit for (8 hours or longer depending how long he works(?)) how long he shows, once he’s home; he expects you to have full attention on him, I mean. He does everything for you, all he wants is your love and attention.

In the end, Kirishima and you will be posted as a ‘perfect couple’.

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[devilish-mirage]

Habits

Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Warnings; none (does my bad grammar count?)

Summary; he always comes back no matter how much he act as if he hates you.

Word count; 1,3k

A/n; no beta read, I swear I intended to write smut but somehow it turns into this-

Part 2 Blessing in Disguise

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Here he is again, stumbling to carry himself with a terrible injury to your apartment. It wasn't his fault that most of his mission were nearby. He couldn't go to the hospital nor take care of himself, so that leaves him with this option.

The only safe option that he always tries to avoid and somehow always making because deep down he knows he needed this.

But for you it was different, it wasn't supposed to go this way, he wasn't supposed to be here and you were supposed to keep your distance away from him but here you are, for the umpteenth time, tending his wound because he wasn't careful enough.

You keep telling yourself that this is the last time you'll do this, it's the last time you'd open your door for him and the last time you'll let him in. It would be the last time that he sits there, knees touching with yours as his shirt hiked up to show his chest, the place where his injury is located.

You tried so hard to focus, you remind yourself that he is a patient but it isn't easy when he's sitting there with his chest on full display for you to see.

This man is oozing with sexuality and he doesn't even realize it but you like to think that he does, the reason he's always coming back is because he wants to see you. To tease and haunt you with his face, you curse yourself for being such a sucker for his looks.

But he looks so exhausted everytime and you can't help but worry. No matter how much you tried to hate him, you still care about him. Your heart longs for him but you know deep down that he doesn't feel the same so you opted to keep your mouth shut.

Maybe it's because you've seen people like him, people who tried so hard to push others away so they can be in pain alone, it isn't healthy but they've never learned to handle their pain in a healthy way before, nobody has showed them and when they do, they're scared at the unfamiliarity.

They're not used to it and it makes them terrified.

You know it scares him, to be cared of, to be loved by someone. So you'll give him space no matter how many times your heart aches at this specific scenario.

Or maybe you're just imagining things, that your brain makes up this scenario. Maybe you read too much into his actions when in reality he just really hate your guts.

But a girl can dream, right?

It's always has been like this, this particular thing is becoming a habit at this point. With the same thread and needles that you always wear to tend his wound in silence with his eyes bored deep into your face, as if he's studying you.

In a way you're correct, he's staring at you with such intensity that wished he can paint your face deep inside his brain, so he wouldn't forget every little details of your face.

The way that your eyes would zoom in and out of focus when the thread enter his skin, how your eyebrows would furrowed slightly when the thread penetrate his skin deeper than you intended to, you're trying your best to not hurt him even though he know he'll heal this wound with the help of his suits but he just needs to see you from time to time.

You're his only thread of sanity left even though he would rather die than to admit it.

He likes to stare at you so that when he opened his eyes, he can imagine you beside him, resting in his arms with a content expression adorned on your face, but you don't need to know that.

He thinks that you hate him, he thinks that you're annoyed at him and how his presence irks you.

It's a given, he's a rude bastard when you both first met. Trying to solve all of the problem by himself and didn't even trusted you with the simple part of the mission.

But he remembered clearly as if it was yesterday, even though it's been a year already, but it was 5th June. It was the day that he first met you.

You were wearing a blue shirt, his favorite color and paired with the most mesmerizing smile he has ever seen. You were bright like the sun, always smiling and you're so fucking sweet he swears someday he'll get a toothache just because of you.

He knows you're a strong woman, he knows how capable you are but he just doesn't want to take the risk. What if he put you in danger because of him? What if you died because of him? He couldn't live with that.

So he push you away, again and again until you're done putting up with his bullshit, "that's better," he told himself all the time. What an obvious lie.

He was confident that you're only doing this because of your kind nature, you wouldn't turn a blind eye for someone who's in need of a help and he adore that about you.

"Who did this to you?"

"What?" you huffed, looking up at him with a glare. "I said, who did this to you, Marc?"

His breath hitched, he can't get over the way that you say his name, it's just a name for fucks sake's.

But the way it sounded on your tongue makes him feel things he doesn't want. It makes him nervous yet excited. It's weird, for a second he wants to stay here, just being in your presence, listening to your voice, your sweet sweet voice as you called his name but he can't, he won't let it happen.

"Just the usual thugs. Nothing special."

You hums softly as you thread the needles across his skin and then it was silence again. The only thing that you could heard was his steady breathing and the soft pitter-patter of raindrops outside.

You've always wondered why he's so hostile towards you, when you've ever did was just trying to befriended him.

"Why do you hate me?" you didn't dare to look up, you keep busying yourself with the thread, already guessing he's putting on a scowl on that pretty face of his.

You were greeted with silence, leaving your question hanging on the air. You've expected this, this is how he is.

It was honestly how the conversation would go between the two of you, it was always you who'd asks the questions, always trying to make the atmosphere better with light small talk and him being him would only reply curtly, maybe a sentence if you're lucky.

You bit the inside of your cheek, quickly tying the thread together and stand up straight, turning your back at him and walking away with the kit without saying another word to him.

"I don't hate you."

You stop dead at your track, did you just hear that right? It was so quiet, you almost think that you're imagining it.

He stare at the back of your head, frowning when he realized he'd blurted that sentence out, did you hear him? He doesn't want to take any chances so he does the one thing that he's good at- running away from his problems.

You stay silent for a few second before turning your head to look back at him, catching his figure already walking to the door.

"Wait, Marc-"

He didn't even give you the chance to say anything, he didn't want to hear it, he can't. He's too scared of your response, even though deep down he wants to know, he'll have to put it aside, it's for the better.

"Thanks." he stated, never once meeting your eye and with that he walks out the door leaving you alone in the empty apartment.

But you both knows that he would always come back, this is his habit after all.

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[oreosmilkshakes]

Once Upon A Dream 2

Pairing: Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x reader

Fandom: The Sandman

Word Count: 1,467

Warnings: Mildly dark!Morpheus, mentions of wanting to unalive people, fluffy fluff, bad writing ;-;

A/N: Second and final part for this story! Wasn’t as long as the others but hope y'all enjoyed it! (p.s the gif is making me lose my mind :DD)

Find part 1 here!: Once Upon A Dream 1

Taglist: For all those who requested a part 2, this is for yall. Thank you 🥹

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The skies shadowed over the majestic palace, mirroring the grim emotions [Name] has been feeling since the King of Dreams took her. She was his Queen now. Even so, she refused to leave her room. She refused to eat. She refused to listen to the King’s orders. She refused to do anything. [Name] was very much alone in this unknown realm with the exception of Matthew, a Raven who enjoyed perching on the balcony of her room. Of course, it was a double-sided job. While he befriended the girl, he would spill his observations to Morpheus.

[Name] sat on the settee by the large window overseeing the lush, green meadows surrounding the palace. Her heart ached to return to the real world but she knew she couldn’t, having belonged to Morpheus the second she consumed the sinful seeds. A part of her admitted she found herself attracted to him but what he did still was wrong. It was going to take a lot more than kidnapping her to get her to love him.

[Name] remembered that specific day faintly for as soon as Morpheus laid a gentle and sweet kiss to her lips, her world spun and soon turned black. She would come to be several times, recalling the number of times she would see Morpheus as she laid in his arms, the King carrying her up to her own room. [Name] supposed he was still kind by giving her her own space rather than forcing her to sleep with him. Her short studies of the King allowed her to view him several times in her head.

She brought her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as she recalled.

His skin was smooth, it’s tone milky and cool to the touch. Unlike the gods depicted in stories, his figure was nothing like them yet they radiated such power, it practically sent shivers down [Name]’s spine. His jaw was sharp and his lips. Oh, his lips were the first thing that caught her eyes as she laid them upon his handsome face. They were red, rosy and pouty for a man. So very kissable indeed. His eyes were the bluest she has ever seen but there was darkness behind those blue eyes. His hair was as black as his wears and messy, adding up to his final looks. Young [Name] would have wanted this. To fall in love with the man of her dreams and yet here she was, taking it very literally.

Outside, [Name] watched as Matthew perched on a branch, observing her movements closely. She didn’t need the raven to tell her that Morpheus was spying on her. Giving the bird a smile, she waved and watched as he flew off, probably to Morpheus. [Name] reached over for a book by her feet. Best to spend her time reading then dwelling on her predicament.

The disturbance in the wind pulled Morpheus out of his thoughts, sat on his throne with an intimidating demeanour. Matthew’s little feet echoed against the walls as he approached the King.

“How is she?” Morpheus began.

“Well, the usual of course, sir. Hasn’t changed one bit,” The raven replied, noticing the very subtle change in Morpheus’s emotion.

“Sir, if I may?”

“Go ahead,”

“Okay..um,” Matthew cleared his throat.

“You dare lecture me on this matter? How I handle her is my choice. You do not interfere, only observe,” And this made Matthew step back, gulping from the sudden chiding.

“Personally, I think, no offence, sir, but you should make the effort to..well, make her like you,”

This made Morpheus stand from his throne, eyes dark.

“Leave, Matthew,” He wasted no time flying off.

Morpheus sat back down on his throne. Matthew’s words had many truths in them. How long was he going to wait for her to open up to him when he should be the one making the effort? His Queen was all alone and judging by her lack of efforts of escaping his realm, he concluded that she, perhaps, did not want to leave at all. And so it begins..

The first time [Name] had a proper meeting with Morpheus was when he brought her to the library. She bore a meek expression before but the second she stepped into the palace’s library, it changed. Like a child running amok in a candy store, her excitement clouded the atmosphere of the library and Morpheus drank it all in. Clearly, he had done something right. He watched as Lucienne introduced herself to his queen, following her around and guiding her to every book she sought after and when his love returned, her arms carried a stack of books. [Name] peeked behind the tall stack, smiling. This urged a smile from Morpheus himself, although small but it was sincere. He gathered the book in his arms, nodding a silent thanks to Lucienne as he followed his queen back to her quarters.

[Name] practically forgot about the whole ‘how she got here’ when Morpheus told her of the library. She loved spending her free time reading back in the waking world.

“The library contains all books, those that have been written and those unwritten,” Morpheus said and that was enough to catch [Name]’s attention. Perhaps this wasn’t so bad.

Over time, Morpheus brought gifts after gifts for his Queen. Jewelleries, clothing, books and even a pet, a little feline friend.

Over time, [Name] slowly forgave everything, forgetting her dislike towards Morpheus and his actions and her love for him grew and grew. Her own heart would yearn for him each time they separate ways, her own heart would race for him each time he was near her. She grew confident enough to stand close to him, to take his dominating presence all in and when she took his hand in hers one day, he made sure she continued the action. [Name] felt so loved by the King of Dreams because of the amount of respect and kindness he gave and showed her, nothing like how she was treated back in the waking world. She realised that Morpheus was the one who made her open her eyes to the true cruelty to the world. Now, she never wanted to leave his realm.

Morpheus made her smile, made her feel loved, treasured her as if she was the most precious thing in the universe. After all, [Name] was his wife and his queen. He loved her and she loved him.

Here, on a lone bench facing the waterfall, sat [Name] and her husband. Her head laid on his shoulder, fingers tangled with his own as they sat in comfortable peace. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so peaceful and happy. The rushing water, the rustling leaves and the cool air made up the whole romantic atmosphere.

Until, Morpheus pulled away slowly to face his queen.

“Forgive me, my love but I wish to tell you something,” Morpheus paused.

“The day I took you away was the same day I laid my hand on a human. One of the many I have punished over my lifetime as what he did to you was simply unforgivable,” His voice was deep, serious. [Name] took both of Morpheus’s hands, lacing their fingers together now and tightened.

“I would do it again. All for you, my love. You are important to me. Just as my duty as King of Dreams is crucial, you are too to me.  I realised how cruel humans have been to you in your lifetime and I would punish them all for you,” Morpheus said, reading her eyes. He thought he would see fear cloud her beautiful eyes but instead, he found none and a smile spread on her red lips.

“I know, Morpheus. Lucienne told me about it. I hated everything you did to me, taking me away, forcing me to be your wife and queen of your realm but then, I realised something. You were nothing like anybody in the waking world. You treated me with so much love and care and respect that it almost made my heart burst from unspoken love,” [Name] released one of her hands from the King’s, bringing it up to his cool cheek.

Her thumb gently stroked the pale skin, leaning in close enough to feel her husband’s warm breath on her lip.

“I love you, Morpheus. I will follow you in every path you walk, for as long as my immortal life,” [Name] whispered. She didn’t need Morpheus to return those three words because all the answer she needed was from the deep kiss they shared.

It was as if the stories came to life, for Persephone finally did fall in love with Hades and Hades finally feeling the love and light amongst the darkness he harboured.

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[myheartalivewrites]

Weekend WIP Game

Thanks for tagging my @kiwiana-writes @cha-melodius and @daisymae-12!

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more).

1. WIP List: I'm definitely a one-at-a-time sort of person. I hate having unfinished WIPs hanging about, it stresses me out. That said, I've got three docs with a substantial number of words in them:

[Dark and Stormy]

[Provence] (more here)

Oxford Nights

AND there's one more WIP I've finished working on and am hoping to start posting tomorrow (ahem ahem ahem) which is not on that list but I’m counting anyway

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

[Provence] at nearly 14k

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

Probs that one, I don’t think I’m even halfway through with it! It’s not going to be long-long though

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

Oh God, I don't know. I've not worked on [Dark and Stormy] for a while, that's the one I'm most looking forward to getting back to

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

Lol, right now [Dark and Stormy] is intimidating bc I want to change the whole beginning of it. That's why I've been putting it off for oh... nine months 😬

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

The one that's gonna start posting tomorrow? Mainly bc I'm worried it's too much like a devil's threesome, even though no women are involved lol

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

Again, tomorrow's one, which is called Twice the speed (of you and me) by the way! I've asked a couple of people to read it through for me.

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?

Sometimes, yeah. Mainly when I try and work stuff into the plot that I'm not that interested in or that requires a lot of world building. I've started following the Matthew Lopez philosophy about it: if it's not about Alex and Henry, it has to go. It's certainly what happened with Deep Blue, and that's how I got myself out of being blocked, by limiting anything that wasn't specifically about them.

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

Oh, [Provence] has a character in it who I really love, she's an old friend of Arthur's, an actress in her sixties all glamour and graceful ageing, who loves Henry like a parent. Though, weirdly, she's what's got me a bit stuck on it, because I have all these ideas for what I want from her but can't quite bring myself to do the world building that comes along with that 😂

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

Hah, lol. The threesome. Is the fandom ready for it? We'll see.

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

Dunno, actually. Maybe [Provence], just because Alex is having his bisexual awakening and feeling all jealous at Henry's sluttiness. It's not ACTUALLY angsty though.

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?

Yikes, what a question! All of them, my characterisation is perfect, no notes etc.

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

Oooh I love the [Provence] one. It's all lush, some super rich people's home, but with a touch of south of France rustic to it.

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

🤷‍♀️ don't think I have an answer for this one

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

Again, just... 🤷‍♀️ I always wonder about the really smutty ones, I fret over them the most and then they turn out to be really popular so...

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

Not really, though they do keep me awake at night. I woke up this morning at like five and just HAD to check on the beta feedback.

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?

Nah, not really. I mean, threesome mechanics? That's new, I suppose

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?

God, no, not this question. I have zero confidence on my ability to make things funny. Like, I know there are funny bits in there, but... Oxford Nights has funny bits with Alex and Henry trying shit out I guess.

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

Nah

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.

Okay, so: in one of them Henry owns a cow named MARY 😁

Tagging a meagre 4 peeps for my 4 WIPs ✌️ : @14carrotghoul @suseagull04 @happiness-of-the-pursuit and @whimsymanaged to overshare on the dash, thanks!

#wips #tag games #my writing #about me #wip #wip weekend

[blackbirdswhispers]

It is time for a mostly done with Act 2 Astarion ramble. Spoilers, discussion of trauma, and general too much thinkery ahead

So I ended up redoing a chunk of Act 2 specifically so I could turn down the drow and get the alternate dialogue for Astarion’s romance scene. I’ve seen both cutscenes ahead of time. Games with this many choices and so many things that can be missed give me mad anxiety, I just plan my route ahead of time to remove the stress of missing specific moments I want to see.

I’ve seen it said that some people strongly prefer one course of action over the other, and of course there is a lot to dig into in the first real steps Astarion takes to be more genuine with Tav. Personally, the drow related dialogue for me hits well because it isn’t just him rambling at Tav again.

He’s nervous in both scenes, but in the non-drow conversation he’s particularly unsettled. He’s working through what he has to say but it comes off to me as he’s been overthinking for so long he just had to spit it out.

Full disclosure I think both sets of dialogue are peak writing, truth be told. I have a fondness for each of them for different reasons. But it’s the clarity with which Astarion thanks Tav for standing up for him that really gets me. There’s a little bit of awe in it, which I think is what makes Astarion so afraid still.

How do you really admire someone but not become beholden to them? He, who has had no one to admire in two centuries, fell in with a group of people who are all beholden to gods and devils and ideals. And they’ve, most of them, been betrayed already or are in the process of being wounded by those very bonds.

I haven’t played with Minthara but, obviously she’s been trapped by the Absolute. I think Halsin is the only one Astarion might see as truly free from the shackles that hold everyone else.

I also think it’s why he shows so much dislike when Tav is quick to do the good thing selflessly. The lack of self preservation! What if you get tangled up in some horrible trap! What if you piss off the wrong bad guy!

And we all know the Bad Guys are much, much worse than the Good Guys can ever counter. Who in 200 years was Good enough to help him? Who in 200 years even touched an evil so great as Cazador?

But here comes Tav, doing good (depending on the playthrough, but accurate enough for mine) and surmounting a curse laid on a land for a century. Even at this point where we haven’t made it all the way to the end of Act 2, we’re really doing it.

And for my Tav (Zane), he’s been helping the companions break free of their bonds through it all. Encouraged Wyll to try and get out of his pact. Scolded Gale for thinking of following Mystra’s plan. Stood by Lae’zel as her goddess outcast her. Implored Shadowheart to really think about following through with Shar’s murderous request. Sought out the metal to help Karlach to boot, with her ‘master’ yet to be handled.

Their futures already on a knife’s edge with mindflayer tadpoles buried in their brains, yet Zane’s out here quietly demanding they talk on personal growth as well as worldly peril. And isn’t that just life for you?

Sooo yeah, why *wouldn’t* Astarion be terrified to find himself catching feelings for someone like that? At first it would have seemed the safest option, bait the bleeding heart to bleed for you. For you alone if you could manage to captivate them well enough.

And bleed they do. Bleed right into your mouth each and every evening just to keep you Happy.

But they keep bleeding for everyone else too. They aren’t afraid to ask for help. They cheerfully stroll up to Shadowheart every morning, shamelessly asking to be restored after you’ve taken a chunk out of them, again. Everyone knows it’s happening! It should feel like you’re the one keeping them! But does it?

They keep taking requests for everyone they meet. They drag you out and about for far far too long each day, making you party to their endless favors.

One night they come to you, bruises all over them, their eyes shadowed because they were literally beat to death in a fight, spared by Shadowheart because you were on the other side of the room handling some other Absolute minion. They come to you in such a state, and offer again to bleed for you. What a freak, how can you not feel for them?

And then you get to this drow, and they’re another person asking for a favor. Another person wanting something. Sure this time it’s specifically from you but, it’s not even a hard task, from the outside. You’re a vampire, biting other creatures is literally what you do. And she wants it for a boon to the party.

Surely they’re going to try to convince you. It’s not even a task you have to fetch anything for! You’re standing right there with them! And when they express their surprise to you, of course you get defensive and brace yourself for the worst!

Part of you starts to crack a little as the Good lays it’s oppressive hands on you. Of course this is how it’s going to go. When has it ever gone differently. There are ideals to uphold. Tasks to help with.

Then you look them in their eyes, and they’re looking right back, careful and a little sad, watching as you prepare to put up a fight or give in to despair. And they’re speaking and….genuinely mean it when they tell you it’s your decision. To do what *you* want.

They subvert all your concepts of Good. They don’t call you selfish, they don’t even push back at all. They just support your decision. They don’t make you do the one thing vampires do best. They don’t hold it over your head. They just, let you make your decision and carry on with the rest of their life.

Oh gods you were going to obey them if they ordered you to do it. You would have, but why? Your natural order is to be under someone’s thumb, but the whole intention was for you to have them under yours. You slipped into your place without a second thought, even while panicking about getting stuck back there again.

For me, the romance conversation happened the same night. My next long rest Astarion was immediately pulling Zane over to thank him. To thank him!

Not the through gritted teeth thanks for helping him fulfill his deal for Raphael. Astarion genuinely desired to express gratitude. He still gives some background as to why he’s making such a show of it, but it feels less hurried and anxious. Or at least it did to me.

Anyway this is another hot mess post by 2am me so it’s time to sleep. I will not be reading over this before I post so sorry for the absolute stream of consciousness, or near unconsciousness as it were.

Good night

#bg3 #spoilers #astarion #a big long ramble #that may or may not make sense #act 2 #I just want to love this pixel man #I didn’t even get to a point I wanted to make but I’m too tired to carry on

[shadesofdeviant]

For the fanfic asks … all of them? 😁

HAHAHA Ginger! I mean...you said you'd ask for all of them XD So...I guess I'll answer them all XD.

🍄How do you come up with ideas for your stories?

A variety of ways, sometimes I get inspired to write an AU based on an episode of a show, or a novel etc. Or sometimes my brain just pops ideas into my head.

🍉Are you a pantser or a plotter?

I am very much a plotter. It's also why I don't often get much written because I need SO much to be planned before I can write.

🍒What genres/tropes do you find yourself using most often?

Fluff, 5+1, Domestic Slice of Life, AU's - I am an absolute sucker for AU's.

🥝Who are your literary influences, and have they shaped your own writing?

As much of a problematic person as they were, Anne Rice's first 3 vampire chronicles books were the books that got me thinking...oh I really wanna do this kind of thing. J R R Tolkien's descriptions very much shaped my own (i used to write horrifically long paragraphs). Neil Gaiman inspired my shorter style, quirky dialogue with inside jokes aimed at the reader.

🥕What's your favorite fic you've written, and why?

My favourite fic is a toss up between "Your Arms Are Like Corset Strings" (9-1-1, Buddie) and "Rainbow Coloured Monstrosity" (9-1-1: Lone Star, Tarlos).

The rest I'm gonna put under a cut haha or this post is gonna get SUPER long.

🥨How do you overcome writer's block?

When I work it out I'll tell you haha. I don't think I've ever managed beyond just pushing through and hate-smashing at the keyboard, or just waiting for the inspiration to come back by itself.

🍕What's your favorite comment you've received on a fic?

Honestly as cliche as it might sound, all comments I get are my favourites. I couldn't pick any specific ones, I enjoy comments so much.

🌭Do you have any writing rituals to help 'get in the zone'?

I use a lot of notebooks, I also get really sad and make powerpoint presentations of planning. Then I either listen to music, or put on some series that Ive seen enough times that it can be background noise.

🍔What's a headcanon that hasn't made it into a published fic yet?

I HC a few things for different people but they're not exactly huge things, but have a few examples. I headcanon that Alec Hardy is a huge fantasy novel fan. I headcanon that Eddie Diaz has chronic pain in his shoulders. I headcanon that Aziraphale hates the scent of pine.

🍭What's been your most challenging story to write, and why?

I'm writing a huge multi-part reincarnated soulmates AU, in which the soulmates meet each other throughout history and have different names etc. and it's...taking me soooo long. And honestly it's just because it so long and has so many historical points I need to research hahaha.

🍬What's a genre/trope you've never written, but might in future?

I'm...not sure tbh. Theres a lot of genre's/tropes I don't like or I'm not comfortable with so won't ever touch. But the ones I do like, I've attempted or I am in the process of attempting.

🍩What advice would you give to aspiring fic writers?

Just go for it. Find something you really, really want to see written and write it, because at the end of the day you write for yourself first and foremost. If you try to write to please everyone you'll stress yourself out too much.

🌶How dependent are you on feedback, good or bad?

Bad feedback is never warranted. I do not write for profit so therefore do not need amazon style reviews. Nor do I ask for constructive criticism. I appreciate if someone wants to tell me they like what I wrote though.

🥑What are you currently working on?

I am currently working on a bunch of things: Doctor Who x Good Omens crossover - The events of "The Giggle" with Crowley tagging along. Broadchurch Whump - 2 entries, poor Alec is getting tormented. Broadchurch x Good Omens x Rab C Nesbitt crossover - Alec, Crowley and Davina are identical triplets. Shenanigans ensue. Buddie birthday gift for someone dear to me. Buddie soulmates AU.

🍹How do you decide a story is ready to post?

I finish writing it haha. I let it come to a natural stopping point and then try not to over think it.

🍊What's a story that changed significantly from its initial idea to the final draft?

My reincarnated soulmates AU. I've changed so many historical points and condensed some and completely scrapped a whole half of it haha.

🥠What's your approach to world-building?

Powerpoints. Powerpoints and mind maps haha. If I'm going AU I will plan it like I'm Tolkien creating middle earth haha XD.

🍎How do you prioritize which stories to work on when you have multiple ideas?

I don't. My brain goes brrr and tries to plan all of them at once to the point I can't work on ANY of them haha.

🌮How do you balance the desire to write for yourself versus the desire to write for an audience?

I have been writing on and off since I was 13, and I used to write entirely for the audience and it stressed me out. Whilst I enjoy audience responses and like to receive comments confirming that they enjoyed what I wrote, if I don't like it, I won't post it, but if I enjoyed what I wrote I will love it regardless.

#rinwrites #rintrash #Fanfic writer asks #ask game #Thanks for this! haha #These took me so long to write as well