#listen i added all those other tags so people could find this post

[voidbeomgyu]

ALONE (Teaser)

In which you meet your bias in the worst circumstances.

PAIRING Idol Jake Sim x Fan Fem Reader

GENRE Zombie Apocalypse, Angst, Slow Burn, Romance/Strangers to Lovers, Suggestive (Maybe smut, not sure yet.), some fluff

WARNINGS 18+ MDNI, Descriptions of violence, death, blood, etc., All members except Jake died so keep that in mind (I'm sorry), Cursing, Crimes, Mental health talk and experiences, Death, Sickness (Throwing up), Making out, Smut(?), It's an apocalypse!au idk how else to warn about that LOL

SUMMARY The group Enhypen get on a plane to the US and when landing are met with the worst. Jake makes it out alive... but alone. Since the dead are attracted to areas where the population is saturated, your best bet is to stay low in the areas usually considered dangerous (alleyways, abandoned buildings, etc). He made his way into the country and found a nice cabin alongside a lake. His further inspection led him to believe it was abandoned for whatever reason, maybe it was a vacation home? Little did he know his inference was correct, and soon he was met face to face with a member of the family who owned it. How would she react to seeing her favorite artist rummaging through the cupboards of her new--hopefully permanent--home? And how would he be able to explain to a loyal fan of his that he was the only member left?

TEASER WORD COUNT 1,625

RELEASE DATE To be determined.

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Endless walking while trying to find a suitable place to stay was slowly driving Jake insane. The exhaustion from travelling, fear of death, and anguish from the scene at the airport was weighing down on him heavier and heavier every second. Having watched his best friends, his brothers, his family all being taken away from him without being able to do anything but listen to the oldest’s words, “Run”.

Jake had not yet cried, there was no time for it. It’s been almost thirty six hours since then, he’d stolen a bike around a mile away from the airport. It’s helped him a lot on his journey to safety. He never stole, he wasn’t like that, not that type of person. But in the moment he didn’t have the time nor energy to feel guilty about it. 

Jake didn’t know exactly what he was looking for, but he wanted quiet. Not knowing wether or not it’ll be safer in the city or the country side, he chose the latter. Cities are crowded with people, meaning they must be crowded with the dead by now, right? No matter; either way he knew he’d feel much better being in the middle of nowhere, or at least in the middle of what looked like nowhere. All alone in an abandoned farm house, maybe a lake house, any house on the country side would do. He was being too optimistic, he knew, but he couldn’t help it. Finding a safe home to live in alone with no one around for miles sounded comforting.

The Jake from two days ago would’ve shivered at the thought of being completely alone. Though no extrovert, he needed people. He needed that connection, that interaction. His reasons to smile and laugh were mostly based around the people around him or the entertainment he consumed. Entertainment was out of the question now, and it seemed like people were too. Most dead, and others probably too violent to give Jake a chance due to the circumstances. 

All he held on him was his and Sunghoon’s carry-on bag from the flight. Note to self, don’t try to save your friend by holding onto their bag. Thoughts like this crossed his mind every few minutes, tragedies sentenced as jokes but he wasn’t laughing. What’s wrong with me? How could I think something like that? Maybe it was the dehydration, starvation, overall fatigue? He hadn’t eaten anything since the flight and was savoring the small amount of water he had on him. Either way, thinking of his beloved friends didn’t do much to help his mood. Trying to think of the good times? Those good times will never happen again, they’re gone forever and I’ll never get them back.  

More days passed like this. With a stop at a gas station probably being the reason he’s even alive right now. It was abandoned, for the most part. It was the early morning, and he was literally starving now. The cashier was still there, but his neck was chained so tightly to the wall that it was on the edge of ripping his head clean off. Oh, he was a living corpse too. Jake could tell that much by just looking at him, muffled grunts and groans coming from the pale body every minute. Luckily, he didn’t seem to care much of Jake’s criminal activities there. Stuffing whatever foods and drinks he could into the bags he had on him. They were even heavier now, but he couldn’t feel anything. He was numb to all feeling, mentally and physically. 

At day four he had started keeping track of how many days passed with a calendar he found on the wall of the gas station that morning. He didn’t stay there though, he didn’t have it in him to kill the cashier, and he knew that if he somehow got loose while he was sleeping it would all be over. The past few days he hadn’t slept or rested much at all actually. Napping for at most an hour at a time, waking up to the slightest noises and scurries of nearby wildlife. He knows he’s incredibly lucky to not have encountered any of the dead, besides the one at the gas station, but it’s a little stressful to not have seen any either. Where could they all be? He had made it out of the city, the once bustling streets on day two, he knew many people weren’t out here to begin with. But knowing there are creatures that could kill him in seconds lurking while having no idea where they are was terrifying. 

It’s been six days. His legs started feeling numb just hours after finding his bike due to the frantic pedaling, now he felt like his legs were asleep all the time. The feeling of pins and needles covered his lower body as they worked on auto pilot to keep him going. His back felt horrible, slouched from his broken spirit. Endless cramping and soreness of his hands and fingers from gripping the bikes handles for hours at a time. His knuckles were white, and now so was his once tanned and alive skin. 

His lack of proper meals, sleep, and rest was now obvious. Jake hasn’t seen himself since that day in the airport, but from looking at his now thinner, paler, vein visible arms, he could take a guess at what his face looked like. Hell, he could feel the bags under his eyes whenever he blinked now. 

It’s been quiet and empty for a few miles. Nothing but grass, and a dirt trail he’s been following in sight. How long is this damn trail? he thought. Jake started following the trail at the sunset of day five; he remembers because of his calendar. It was coming to the end of day six, the sun starting to set in the distance behind him. He found a flashlight at the gas station and used it to find himself a place to “rest” for the nights he faced, it neared the time to find a spot to sleep.

Trees were all around him now, the area looked more alive here, not dried out and dead like the miles before. He must be getting close to some sort of building, forest trails usually have a building as a starting point, right? Unless this trail wasn’t made for hikers, in that case he was hoping in vain. 

It was almost completely dark now. Jake had usually found somewhere to stay by this time, but something was telling him to keep going. Using the flashlight to illuminate the shadowed forest, he heard his friends voices cheering him on over and over again. 

“Keep going Jake!”

“Just a little longer!”

“You’ll be okay!”

Tears were unconsciously streaming down his face now, though he still didn’t feel anything. His body just gave up on the effort of keeping them in. 

Jake pedaled faster. He couldn’t hear anything but his heavy panting, it felt like someone had covered his ears with their hands and muted the sound of everything around him. He saw something in the distance, the roof of a building; he padaled faster. A house, the roof made of wood, looked like a cabin; he padaled faster. He could hear the muffled sound of streaming water; he pedaled faster.

Face to face with a cabin, going so fast he couldn’t stop himself from crashing into the wet grass below him. Still struck with adrenaline, he pulled himself up quickly and dragged his bike to the front door. His broken and unused voice sounded through his pants as he tried frantically to open the damned door. 

The door handle had a key hole but was locked with a rusty padlock. He could turn the handle and wriggle the door, that padlock was what he needed to remove. He pulled a hammer out of his bag; he grabbed it from the gas station floor, it was covered in dried blood. Obviously used by someone prior to leaving it there. Jake slammed the hammer into the padlock, over and over again. The loud bangs from striking the lock were null to Jake’s ears, his desperation coating over all his sense. 

Smash. The padlocks body is broken away from its handle and the door is free from it’s hold on the wooden frame. 

Jake shoves his way inside, throwing the bike onto the hard floor of the entry way before turning to lock the door. It was locked from the outside but had a perfectly working lock on the inside, though he didn’t care to question it. He made it, he was safe, he felt like he could faint.

He had no time to think, let alone find a good source of light before he threw up. Keeling on the once clean floor, liquid from his stomach poured out from him. His throat burned and ached at the feeling, like his throat was made of sandpaper. Falling back he sat on the floor, staring at the door and the mess he made on the ground. He laid back and let his eyes rest for the first time in nineteen hours. Jake fell asleep there on the hard floor, knee propped up on the backside of a couch.

If he was thinking clearly, he would’ve checked the entire cabin, then scavenged for any foods that may be there. But he was broken, body and mind. Luck had been on his side since the beginning though. The home was completely vacant before he entered, and when he wakes up he’ll have found himself a place to live in safely. Away from the corpses living in the surrounding cities, and away from any still living people, all alone.

(A/N: Hello friends! I'm finally writing LOL I've had this wip since December and I'm finally going to finish it. This post is just to see if people would even be interested lol. The total fic word count I don't know yet because I haven't finished it, but I am close! I won't give y'all any hints but I will apologize in advance for the angst I'm about to put y'all thru<3 sorry love you guys muah. Don't know exactly when I will publish the full fic, maybe right when I finish it, maybe a month after I finish it IDK I haven't written seriously in months so I'm not too confident anymore but I am excited. Hope y'all are as excited as I am :D )

#Alone*ੈ✩‧₊˚ #apologies for any mistakes #cant see too well rn LOL #enhypen #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen jake #enhypen jake sim #jake #jake enhypen #jake sim #enhypen smut #enhypen fic #enhypen x reader #jake x reader #enhypen drabbles #jake fluff #jake fanfic #jake smut #heeseung enhypen #sunghoon enhypen #jake drabbles #jake au #enhypen sim jaeyun #enhypen jake smut #jake sim smut

[tizniz]

WIP Wednesday 🌙

Tagged by: @theotherbuckley & @diazsdimples (such a little shit with his post)

Happy Valentine's Day to those who celebrate 🩵 and happy Wednesday to those who don't!

SURPRISE! I PICKED UP CUPID!BUCK AND WROTE SOMETHING! I'm determined to work past everything that stopped me from continuing it and am going to keep going. So we'll see what happens.

I'm doing a few snippets (treating y'all for being so nice and because it's V-Day) from what I wrote last night, so there's more under the cut along with tags!

Valentine’s Day sucks. You’d think being a descendant of Cupid, one would be all for the holiday. Not Buck. Buck hates the day. Look, he loves love. Is first in line to admit that he is a supporter of love and will happily help anyone and everyone find their one true love. Has done exactly that with many a people. Has developed a reputation because of it. But Valentine’s Day? Valentine’s Day can go die in a deep, dark pit for all he cares.

...

He absently scratches at his arm as he tries to focus enough to pick out a sauce. But he can’t do that until he picks out a type of pasta. Because Eddie is surprisingly picky about what pasta goes with what sauce, and so Buck staggers his way over to the pasta. Boxed, not fresh, because Eddie is also peculiar about that. It honestly makes Buck love the man more. Except the thought of loving his best friend has a shiver running down Buck’s back unpleasantly; not because of his love for Eddie, but simply because it draws in more love from around him. He feels a bit like he’s suffocating. He’s sweating and shivering at the same time. Everything is blurry around him. There’s a couple at the end of the aisle whispering to each other, their new love pouring off of them and over to Buck, crawling along his skin.

...

As Buck is sat down on the edge of the bed, he realizes something with a frown. There’s nothing coming from the house. There’s no feelings or emotions or anything. Which Buck has learned to adapt to with Eddie, had actually sought it out tonight. But it does mean something, or someone, is missing. “Chris?” “Valentine’s Day dance, remember?” Eddie places some clothing on the bed beside Buck. “You helped him pick out his outfit.” Right. He did. Buck frowns deeper. He doesn’t really remember it though. “You’re really not feeling well, are you?” Eddie mutters, fingers moving through Buck’s hair once more. It eases some of the throbbing in Buck’s head, and he falls forward until his face is planted into Eddie’s stomach, the cotton of his shirt soft against Buck’s itchy skin. This had been the right move. This is where he needed to be. Already he could feel the silence and lack of emotions from Eddie muffling the too loud noise inside of Buck’s body. He really should have listened to his sister and stayed home. Love sickness was a nasty thing.

...

“Good.” Eddie echoes, leaning over to place the glass on the side table. “How you feeling?” Buck wrinkles his nose, eyes falling closed again. “No’ good.” “Get some sleep then.” “Stay?” “I…” Eddie sighs, and then there’s movement before Buck feels a body settle next to his. He shuffles closer until Eddie’s arm winds around him, slotting a leg between Buck’s. “Get some rest, Buck.” “Knew you’d help.” Buck mutters, feeling himself drift off. But it wasn’t spinning and scary like before, in the store. No, here, he feels safe and secure, on steady feet. “Always help…”

NP tagging: @daffi-990, @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove, @jesuisici33, @cal-daisies-and-briars, @exhuastedpigeon, @bucksbackwardcap, @disasterbuckdiaz, @hippolotamus, @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming, @monsterrae1, @actualalligator, @epicbuddieficrecs, @elvensorceress, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @spotsandsocks, @spagheddiediaz, @fortheloveofbuddie, @wildlife4life, @evanbegins, @devirnis, @buckaroosheart, @perfectlysunny02, @nmcggg, and anyone else who needs a tag :)

Let me know if you want to be added or removed.

#eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #cupid!buck #911 fic #911 fanfic #buddie fic #buddie fanfic

[stay-midnight]

Actions Deem Consequences

Sub/Top Lee Know x Dom/Bottom Male Reader.

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Short Smut Drabble

Warnings/Kinks/Tags: Explicit Smut, Jealous Sex, Anal Penetration, Bondage, Underwear Gagging, Angry Sex(?), Degradation, Punishment, Nipple Play.

A/N: omg, another lee know fic? I mean i said I wouldn't write him another fic until the others ara done but I actually meant long fic (Sorry, not sorry) but hey! I have not posted a fic in awhile and the Jeongin one is still not done ;-; so have this for a bit! I swear I’ll finish the long Jeongin fic soon! And oh, this is my comeback fic ig. Maybe I'll write more sub!skz drabbles cuz you all seem to like it judging from the Sub!Hyunjin notes HAHSJSJND.

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You grabbed Minho by the neck with a pissed off expression on your face, applying the medium pressure to which Minho just moaned and struggled at the grip. “Y/N, I—”

“Quiet, whore.” you spat, as you threw the man on the bed with brute strength. “To think that you would even cause of a scene like that. It really goes to show how much you are willing just to get your dick sucked by those other men.” you said, clicking your tongue after as you watched as Minho looked at you with a deadly glare, clearly not happy with what you said — as someone as dominant as Minho, he himself doesn't like backing down.

“Listen here, I would've played it off as a joke sincs you of all people should know to piss me off. But no, you had to let him touch all over you— Oh, care to say, why? Cuz as far as I could tell you were enjoying his hand on your crotch.” you seethed, eye twitching in the slightest as you undressed your silent lover. Too speechless and too dumb in this moment to find an actual answer.

You eyed him, he was down to his underwear and unmoving — a bit nervous to what you were going to do if he even flinches an inch, usually he’s the one on top of you — but he knows that your personality tend to go full 360° the moment you get truly angry.

“So tell me, slut. Why’d you go let that man touch you down there, you’d know better — you were fully sober and smiling as well.” you pointed out which just added fuel to your burning fire.

“Guess you can't really speak unless your cock is sticked up somewhere huh?” you said, your hand trailing down to his underwear — grabbing the figure of his shaft suddenly causing him to suddenly recoil at the sensation.

“Y/N, I didn't mean to, it was just the heat of the moment— You know my friends get touchy sometimes, right?” He reasoned out in a breathful voice, sentence ending with a moan as you pulled on his clothed dick harshly, hips shuddering upwards against your palm.

You stare daggers at him at his ridiculous reason, “This ‘friend’ of yours, why haven't you introduced me?” you ask in an eerie tone, one wrong word and he's done.

“Well, uh— uhm. . OH, oh, he was Jisung’s friend! I got to know him a few days before, and well— I just forgot to tell you. . Come on, babe— It was just a misunderstanding, I think he didn't know where his hand was.” Minho tries to explain, lying through his sinful lips and you couldn't help to laugh and notice how his eyes are on anywhere but your own.

Minho’s eyes widened at the sound of your laugh and his spine shuddered at it. “Lying just adds to the list of what I have to punish you for.” you whisper against his ear hotly

As you make quick work of tying his wrist to the headboard with a rope that you usually hid under your bed for your 'curricular activities'. You were met with some futile resistance of course, but with a few threatening glares here and there, he managed to just submit and stay still.

“Looking at you like this, will always be imprinted on my mind~” your voice a bit happy to see him like this as you run your hand across his chest. Trailing the hard nubs which you couldn't resist to tweeze between two fingers eliciting a moan from the man.

Despite your anger earlier, you couldn't help but enjoy punishing him because of how cute and needy he gets sometimes — especially when you finally break him and he starts to tear up.

“Let’s begin then, whore.” you tease as you removed your clothes fully and straddled him — grinding on his clothed bulge with a smirk.

Minho whined loudly at the sight of your body in all its glory and couldn't help but thrust up against your bare ass. “Can I touch you please, fuck... I'm sorry, okay?” he begged shamelessly, struggling against the ropes.

“Fucking needy slut.” you degraded as you removed his boxers. You thought of gagging him with his boxers but at the same time, you wanted to hear him moan and whine.

In the end, you decided to gag him with it — rendering him silent and his eyes quivering at the salty taste of his own cum-drenched boxer.

You smirked at that, grinding back against his hard cock.

“You are so prideful over the size of your cock, you forgot that it doesn't mean you can flaunt it to other people.” you hiss, positioning his cock on your already-loose hole (because Minho is one horny gremlin and can't help but fuck you in any surface he sees.) before finally getting seated on his cock, sighing loudly at the feeling of being full. His hips already erratically thrusting up into your gaping hole as he groans and cries against his underwear gag.

You snorted in pity at him, forcing his underwear down his mouth more as his muscles flex against the restraints.

“We’ll take this nice and slow how I want it, and in the end — I'll see if you even deserve to cum ~” you trailed, lips ghosting over a nipple and hands finding the other bud.

This may bite you back later, due to the nature of Minho — he'll definitely pay this whole ordeal back but for now, you'll enjoy playing with your own personal toy.

#kpop x male reader #stray kids x male reader #skz x male reader #sub stray kids #lee know x male reader #lee know smut #dom male reader #male!reader #kpop smut #mlm fic

[starry-miki]

⭐️ Get to know the artist! ⭐️

(+Obey Me! Questionnaire)

Here we are again… back again with another year down. Wow time really does fly by doesn’t it? My Anniversary for my tumblr was back in August but I was not really active until near the end of the year, (sorta) So I’ve decided to welcome the new year, with a ‘get to know artist’ post. I should’ve done this a while ago but I didn’t think of it till now. 😘

I will warn that this is much longer then intended, so maybe a 10 or 15 minute read, also warn of some profanity but mostly for phrases.

I will be answering basic art related questions and Obey Me! Questions near the bottom. (Which is the part that is much longer than I intended it to be)

Basic questions

Hello everyone, you may call me Miki, I’m a Obey Me! (Mostly a side characters) and OC artist. I don’t have a preferred pronounce so you may refer to be however you like!

Age: old enough to commit tax evasion. (Adult) 😘

Favorite color: good question I don’t actually have one I think lots of colors are pretty. 🥰

Birthday: April 5th (Aries?)

How long have I been drawing?

I’ve been drawing for about 3ish years, however the first year and half was on and off.

Would I be a good art moot?

If I’m being honest I’m more shy and people scary me, so if you would like to be friends you might need to approach first…. But I do have small surges of courage to message first sometimes! How my friends would describe my personality…

“The one with no care in the world that just tags along for the ride and accepts their fate” -Questionable TikTok post sent by my by friend.

To be honest I’m all over the place with my art….

Commission?

I have been thinking about open commissions and I think I will some time this year, but I’m a bit of a noob with rendering so I will practice before then!

A Fun fact: I’m a cat in a human’s body and need at least 10 to 12 hours of sleep to feel full rested, this also causes my sleeping schedule to get messed up. :P

What type of crime would I get arrested for?

Arson, honestly fire is so pretty when it burns things…. Has a weird magical feeling when you watch it….

An art advice?

I’m honestly still an artist noob so take what I say with a grain of salt. But for those starting out drawing, don’t worry about finding your art style it will develop in time while you learn and improve as well when you discover your likes and dislikes. I know one of the common advices usually given to find an art style is to reference off your favorite artists, it can work for some but for many others this advice doesn’t work, sometimes it can create a perfection of wanting to copy someone else art style or getting frustrated that it doesn’t look similar to your favorite artist style. But I promise patience and practice will pay off, don’t be afraid to indulge a bit out of your comfort zone and explore different styles, besides you may find yourself surprised with what you discovered.

Obey Me! related questions!

What and when did you play obey me?

I start back in early April, I kept getting ads for it on my Instagram and at some point I got tired of seeing it (and thought somebody in the universe really want me to play the game) and decided to play it, I didn’t think much about it and it was mostly something to kill time and I could have deleted it later when I got bored.

Did I mention that would be almost 4 years ago? (April 3, 2020)

Which of the brothers and side characters would I get along the best?

If I’m being honest I feel like I would get along with the majority of the cast, there always seems to be something I have in common or could do with the characters, I’ll start with the brothers first and also keep it short.

Lucifer: listening to classical music together or attending classical music concerts.

Mammon: ??? (actually the least brother I have common with)

Levi: video games, discussion of franchises and theories, etc.

Satan: appreciate cats and learning new things and intake of knowledge.

Asmo: I’m a rat so I love me some gossip while also doing self care. 😘

Beel: late night food runs or sneaking in the kitchen late a night to eat something (I do that in RL anyway)

Belphie: honestly sleeping buddies and anti lucifer club but I luv luci but still would like to occasionally join in the pranks. 😘

Diavolo: I honestly wouldn’t hang around with Diavolo if I’m being honest… just not much in common and other factors but I’m not going to elaborate.

Barbatos: I love me some good tea, some delicious food, pastries and barbatos company. 🥰

Simeon: honestly reminds me of some type of nice coworker and would just see him occasionally. (Still a pretty boy tho)

Luke: I’m the second or first sweets tester, I’m eat up those pastries and protect the bby. 🥹

Solomon: It works and I won’t elaborate. But I will say I will be with Solomon and Barbatos on a hot summer day with the AC on full blast cause we can’t stand the heat. (I heat up so quickly and are much more prone to a heat exhaustion, so you probably guessed that summer isn’t my favorite season.) 😘

First character crush?

If I’m being honest I didn’t really had one? But I had a very light crush on mammon. If that counts for anything.

Current crushes?

This should be a no brainer but old man and surprisingly barbs. Which i feel like many wouldn’t know since I rarely draw him (exact a few times) or ever mention me having a little crush about him. 😗

Favorite obey me outfits or event?

I would say the chief/apron from the brothers and for event I think the vampire event is my favorite. 🤔

(I’ve already started running out of questions so I went to the B LOV questions to rizz you up lmao.)

B’s log question. From (2022) Devildom Homework

(I also skip some of the questions cause they have already been answered or I got no answer)

Link for the OM! Cast B’s Log (I recommend reading it, but not necessarily):

Things I like:

making sure I try to end conversations or interactions with people feeling happy or feeling positive. (Which definitely has drawn bad people but I have been more careful and selective) 😘

Favorite item: (like food???)

Homemade banana milkshake, fruits and pastries. 🥰

What you secretly think about the person you love:

how did that happen??? 😀

Your motto?

1. Sleep it off.

2. fuck around and find out until you find the solution (or create a new problem or make it worse). 😘

3. Everything is going to be okay, eat some sweets and try again. ☺️

Love Questionnaire.

Be the first one to confess love is what you will… do.

Be possessive is what you will?

“Won’t do, and don’t want to be possessive over either” -Solomon

Tbh same. 💀

Be jealous is what you will?

Do not. I find jealousy to be such an ugly emotion to feel and would like to avoid or completely eliminate the feeling when it rarely occurs.

A love with obstacles is….

honestly a pain in the ass but it honestly depends on the type of obstacle and if I love that person enough.

Days that you think about the person you love so much that you can’t fall asleep… do not exist.

Times when you can’t be honestly convey your feelings. Does not exist

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Devildom borderline:

Devildom charm distribution chart (self assessment ver.)

Dead set in the middle just a little bit to the reliable.

Please explain your choice on the chart!

If I’m being honest I don’t really find myself cool, cute, spoiled nor reliable. I’m more neutral? I mean if group projects count I guess I would be a little reliable? I’ll do my part of the project but I don’t really ask others if they need help with their work load but I do with friends though.

Tell me! Your borderline!

Border line of “Horror”- which on is more scary?

(1) 24hr long lecture from lucifer

(2) bungee jump form the highest mountain in the Devildom without a cord.

(3) other. “When you are thinking about eating a certain food in the fridge and when you get to it, it’s already been eaten. My day is ruined” 😔

Borderline of "Don't wanna do" - Which one would you avoid?

1. Asmo's 1-day photograph assistant

2. Beel's 1-day cook

3. Others. “Hurting people’s feelings and stomping their happy mood, I prefer someone to discuss about rocket science if that’s what they are passionate about and not understanding what they are talking about. It’s rare to see people have pure passion in something and talk about it excitedly, I never wish for that passion or excitedness to die out.

Borderline of "Wanna try" - Which one would you prefer experiencing?

1. 1-day Demon King

2. 1-day Devildom Spy

3. Others. “I honestly want to walk around nature solo and in different landscapes, maybe walk in a flowery meadow in the evening with pretty pink and purple evening sky or walk through a dark cloudy evening forest with light snow gently falling.”

Borderline of "Blessed" - Which one makes you happier?

1. People surrounding are smiling.

2. Enjoying yourself from the bottom of your heart.

3. Others. “I would say all of above and possibly more, happiness is a fleeting feeling and can sometimes be difficult to feel in everyday life, any way to achieve even the smallest of happiness even if it’s from the most simplest things is good in my book.”

Borderline of "Cheating" - Absolutely, not allowed!

1. Holding hands

2. Meeting eyes

3. Others. “Depends on the circumstances” :P

-End

What would you do once Obey Me! Reaches to the end?

Cry, that would be my thirteen reason why, I wouldn’t be able to handle it, AND ILL KEEP THE ANSWER SHORT TO NOT THINK ABOUT IT. 😔😭

Well I think that’s enough questions to answer! I hope the questionnaires give you a little insight about me. This year I do hope to be more active and post just a bit more the i have from last year. And for those who made this far let me know what your responses are for the B’s Log questionnaire! Happy New Year to everyone, and may you be blessed to a wonderful year! ☺️💕

#get to know me #get to know the blogger #artists on tumblr #digital artist #happy new year #☺️

[space-cowboy-101]

🥽 Park Seonghwa, as depicted in a (hopefully near) future Fallout/Apocalypse au.

i’m kinda mad at myself for not putting a little perk picture for hongjoong because both seonghwa and yunho have one and i would’ve used this one for him had i done it. either Small Frame (because it’s hongjoong lbr), Magnetic Personality or Perception. but enough about hongjoong!

seonghwa’s cute lil bashful vault boys 😭 i searched through so many to find the right ones and those two describe him the best in the story, if i’m being honest.

and the nuka cola girl because 1. seonghwa sees the posters and definitely wants to try the outfit on, and 2. he loves nuka cola. who doesn’t. don’t tell him about nuka-world 😳

i’m not really sure where his story is going but i’m excited to write his involvement with hongjoong and how their relationship effects things.

anyway, his little summary thang! (that i now realized i didn’t do for hongjoong…i’ve failed my boy 😔)

Vault life is the only life he’s ever known, having been born into it unlike the old world that he’s heard about from folktales that may or may not be true. It always intrigued him how they had trains that followed tracks built above busy roads and could see a sky that wasn’t manufactured or a display created using a projector. The dwellers that travel outside the Vault told stories of the wastelands, the radioactive lakes and streams, the abandoned buildings and homes that can potentially house super mutants or raiders, and the bright blue sky that seemed to be the only thing not touched by the nuclear blast. But seeing it for himself was as possible as a radroach being killed by a good wack to the hard shell.

A Vault is what he started his own family in and a Vault is where he found a new one when the doctor and his scavengers carry in a dweller from another Vault, the features of the man dewey from the cryogenic system he was inside of before he was found.

‘Military Official’. ‘Air Force Pilot’. ‘Captain’. Those are the words they used to describe him and it caught his attention when he knew he shouldn’t have been listening to their conversation.

It wasn’t until he seen him with the baby the doctor had brought to him, that he came to the realization that this man—Kim Hongjoong—had charmed him with just a glance and the smile full of relief and love that he gave his son when he picked him up from his temporary crib.

…and remember; Vaults were never supposed to be where humans thrived under the pressure of a nuclear holocaust, but where they were tested during the events of one.

i know for a fact that i can’t post the yunho picture without spoiling his entire story 😩 i shouldn’t have added that obvious of a picture to it but i did…and now i have to live with the choice. oh well, i’ll probably post it next week or something 💀

what do you guys think of it so far? 🥹 i get so invested in these stories that they’re all i talk about for a while and honestly tumblr really do be getting it out of my system now. i feel like writing lil drabbles or whatever for my stories and posting it on here since my long stories will be on ao3 but i think i’m incapable of writing anything that isn’t longer than 30 chapters tbh. last time i did, the yungi one-shot was well over 30k words and it got turned into my dragon age story :D fun!

if you have any questions about my au’s or the characters, please don’t be afraid to ask! i will answer in paragraphs and in depth because i love them 🙂 i get so excited about people showing interest in the things i love and i get excited about ateez and yeah 👍🏻

which reminds me, thank you for the likes on my other posts 😭 i hope i can continue to fuel the ateez tag with as much au’s as i can think of and make someone’s day a little brighter with my little ideas!

bye y’all! 🫶🏻👋🏻

#ateez fanfic #seongjoong #hohong #ateez #ateez aesthetic #choi jongho #choi san #jeong yunho #jung wooyoung #kang yeosang #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong #seongjoongho or whatever their ship name is 💀 #song mingi #alternate universe

[britishserpent]

Undeniable (Loki x Reader) - Loki One-Shot, Smut, 18+

This story is also posted on my AO3 and Wattpad.

My Loki Fanfiction Master List can be found here.

This story was inspired by a question I asked myself: "What would have happened if someone else had noticed Loki was posing as Odin before Thor's arrival in Thor: Ragnarok?"

This is written from the perspective of an old acquaintance who, after finally accepting he is truly gone, begins to see through the illusion.

This does explore feelings surrounding death, so please note there are some descriptions of grief in the first part of the story. Also slightly darker Loki than I have written before.

@mochie85 tagging you, my dearest. If anyone else would like to be added to my tag list please let me know.

Loki x Female Reader

18+

Eventual smut central, you have been warned!

5.7K Words

Silence had fallen upon the realm of Asgard following the King's sombre announcement of Prince Loki's death. There were no cries, nor snickers from those who usually maligned his tiresome mischievous nature. Only the solemn, heavy air of loss. It shrouded the assembly, unifying them in sorrow as they listened to the devastating tale of his sacrifice and final act of selflessness. 

Prince Thor was not in attendance, nor was it addressed by the King. People naturally presumed he was buried under the weight of grief for his fallen brother, unable to leave the confines of his rooms to face his people. Or perhaps he wasn't on Asgard at all. It would be equally understandable if he was unable to set foot in the realm he called home if he wasn't returning with his brother by his side.

In the days that passed, your mind refused to acknowledge Loki was truly gone, never to return, until the memorial statue was unveiled. At that moment, you had wanted to disappear into the crowd as you looked up at the golden immortalisation, forever holding his outspread arms skywards. 

Flashes of your stolen time together flittered through your brain one after the other as you gazed upwards, frozen in place. Your thoughts were as impossible to hold on to as they were to halt. Though he had grown distant from you as the years had passed, content on finding his own sense of purpose in the world without you, this did not ease your torment. The memories were so vivid they could have been yesterday. 

Your throat tightened as you looked on. Your knees threatened to buckle as you helplessly repeated the mantra of 'Not here. Not in front of everyone' over and over again. Shakily drawn breaths intensified as you attempted to hold back tears that insistently continued to well. 

When the first tear finally broke through the barrier, you had hastily taken your leave from the ceremony. Your legs fought against you with each arduous step you took, averting your gaze from questioning glances. Despite this, you opted to walk the remaining distance home, unable to speak to beckon transportation. 

In solitude, grief had washed over you, engulfing you completely. Days became weeks, and when the drowning weight of loss eventually began to withdraw, acceptance slowly crept into the space it once occupied. 

There was nothing you could do to rectify the situation. Loki was gone. You no longer pondered whether he had thought of you in his final moments, eventually resigning to the fact that he probably hadn't. It was logical to assume he hadn't thought of you for years. 

At night, doubt began to cloud your memories. Once intimate moments seemed foolish and misinterpreted. You recalled the time his lips had tentatively brushed against yours. One final glance before you locked the memory away for good. Your stomach turned as you remembered you had been too stunned to respond, and he had hastily recoiled from you. 

When you had searched his face for meaning, his eyes had pooled with something unknown. You now identified it as regret. Why else would he have distanced himself from you in the days and weeks that followed? Eventually separating himself entirely. That had been the last time you had ever been alone together. You cringed as you pushed the memory into the depths of your mind, begging it to remain there and not resurface. 

As you tried to go about your days, establishing a new sense of normalcy, you had grown resentful of the statue. Whenever you passed it now, you ensured you cast your eyes down. It was far easier to look at the ground than at his golden immortalisation. It represented misinterpreted events and unrequited desire, and the lid on the secure box of memories in your mind rattled whenever you saw it in the corner of your eye.

"We're going to be late." The words of your maid pulled you from thought. You had mentally drifted away somewhere safe, allowing you to forget where you were headed. As realisation dawned, an unseen force pulled at you, adding resistance to your movements. Your mind screamed against you with each drag of your feet. 

You wanted nothing more than to retreat to seclusion again. The last thing you needed today was a dramatic retelling of Loki's death to plunge you back into sadness. 

The play had already begun when you approached the outdoor theatre. A dense crowd had gathered to watch the new tragedy at the request of the King. Though you were thankful for the wall of bodies that blocked your view of the stage, you were unable to mute your ears from the words of the actors. 

You grimaced at the imitation of Loki's voice. Nothing could ever quite match his melodic deep tones that had often sent a shiver up your spine. Stop. It is not wise to dwell on such things. 

"My lady, surely the King will not refuse a seat beside him. Come." Your feet rooted to the ground, and the maid gently wound her hand around your arm to guide you, pulling you closer to the raised marble pergola. You resisted when she attempted to guide you up the steps, and you muttered "Here is fine" as you sat down, gracefully settling your hands on your lap as you did so.

Although the plays hosted at the theatre often had a flair for dramatics, you couldn't help but furrow your brow at the absurdity of the display that unravelled on the stage. It seemed in poor taste, almost like a mischievous prank of Loki's. You soon cast aside the impossible thought as you looked at the crowd, they were captivated by the tale, and sad whimpers sounded around you.  

You stole a sideways glance at the King who lay unusually relaxed across the forest green velvet sofa he occupied. It surprised you that he showed no signs of the grief you had expected. Guilt pooled in your stomach for judging his demeanour, and you quickly averted your gaze back to the stage as his head began to turn to look at you. 

You were horrified he had nearly caught you openly gawping at him, and your body remained tense as you tried to drag your attention back to the play. As it was approaching its climax, you leaned forwards as you listened to the lines playing out Loki's final moments. 

A loud chuckle snapped your gaze back to the King. He playfully placed a grape in his mouth as he watched on, and his lips sealed around it with a mischievous smug grin. Your heart skipped a beat as you began to look through the facade. You would know that grin anywhere, even if painted upon the face of the so-called King.

As the moment of realisation hit you, his eye met yours, and his expression faltered slightly as he read the look in your eyes.

Bastard. 

He cleared his throat, leering down at you - a wordless warning - before turning away. Your stomach lurched as the ground felt like it fell away from beneath you, and you quickly stood. You felt questioning eyes on you as you teetered, unsteady on your feet. "My lady, are you alright?" You did not respond to your maid, and now fuelled by adrenaline, you bolted through the crowd towards the exit. 

All sense of your surroundings was lost until you heard the familiar slam of your door behind you, and you helplessly collapsed against it. Unable to catch your breath, you crumbled into desperate sobs. 

Loki had been here all along, allowing the realm to mourn him. What selfish desire had brought him to do such a thing? At that moment, you allowed anger to overtake all other emotions. You hated him.

Unable to cry any longer, you eventually dragged yourself to your bed, mindlessly staring at the growing shadows in your room as nightfall approached. 

There was no relief to be found in sleep, if anything it would give way to troubling nightmares and memories you would rather forget. Your mind was numbed to even the insistent knocking on your door.

As the door handle turned and the maid entered, you twitched from your state, quickly snapping "Go away" as you turned over. You did not want to be disturbed. Such a harsh tone had never left your mouth before, and the maid paused before she paced across the room towards you. 

"My lady, the King has requested your presence. You must come at once." You groaned, intent on remaining in the bed, unwilling to hear what he had to say for himself. "Can you pass on my apologies, I don't think I'll be able. I'm unwell." 

Instead of taking her leave, her hand met your shoulder, urging you to turn over to look at her. You reluctantly shifted your weight as she lowered her voice to a whisper, "Guards are waiting outside. I fear they will not accept no for an answer." 

You dragged yourself upright as you acknowledged her words. He had sent guards to retrieve you. When you finally looked at your maid, concern was evident in her eyes.

As you swung your legs from the bed, panic coursed through your veins. If Loki was intent on appearing as King Odin, you were nothing more than a threat to the elaborate lie he had created. He had always been hungry for the throne, and your mind swirled with images of his furious rage directed toward you. 

The maid left you in thought when she left the room to retrieve a basin of warm water, placing it at your bedside when she returned. She gently cleaned your tear-stained face, pity evident as she did so. As her hand smoothed your finally tamed hair, she offered a forced smile that gave no reassurance. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it will be fine, my lady." 

Though you wanted her to be right, you were certain it would not be fine. 

A pair of armoured guards waited for you in the hallway, which only spurred the sense of dread that washed over you. You shouldn't have looked at him, shouldn't have attended the play at all. Your instincts to return to your rooms had been right.

Your legs refused to move, and a guard's hand met the small of your back, guiding you towards the carriage that waited outside, "My lady, the King is waiting." At least he had shown a final kindness for providing transportation, he could have forced you to be marched through the streets of Asgard for all to see. 

When the carriage finally stopped, the only thing you could focus on was the movement of your unsteady legs as the guards escorted you to the throne room. Their Heavy footsteps echoed around the vast room as you entered, and your breath hitched as you took in the intimidating appearance of the King. 

He was annoyed by your delay, impatience evident on his face as he sat atop the imposing throne. A seat he had not earned, and if anything, had stolen from his father. 

You attempted to swallow down the hard lump that had formed in your throat as the guards deposited you at the bottom of the steps that led up to the raised platform. The veil had truly been torn from your eyes, and you saw Loki behind every movement the King made as he shifted in his seat to leer towards you. It was deeply unsettling. 

"That is no way to greet your King. Kneel." 

His words echoed around the room, and defiance coursed through your veins as you remained on your feet. "Leave us" he hissed to the guards, and they cast a questioning glance at you before taking their leave. 

Though they were swift and coordinated with their movements, the clinking sounds of their armour seemed to endlessly trail on as they made their way to the doors. 

As the King's gaze hardened, you were unable to form words, let alone move when he rose from the throne and made his way towards you. Though he had been thorough with his transformation, each step had the undeniable sway of Loki, and your throat constricted further the closer he got. 

You cast your eyes down as he approached the final step, unable to look him in the eye any longer. 

A firm hand met your shoulder. "Insubordination will not be tolerated. You would be wise to recognise your place. Kneel." He began to push you downwards, but your knees refused to bend. 

Anger rose within you at his audacity to continue with the charade. It pushed all other feelings aside as you snapped your head up to look at him. "No. I will only kneel for the King. And you are no King, Loki." 

The sly grin that spread across his face only confirmed you had been correct in your accusation. That was not an expression that belonged to Odin. 

He removed his hand from your shoulder to focus on creating the veil of seidr that began to shroud the room. A silencing charm. Your pulse thundered through your ears, and your eyes widened as you contemplated whether he had cast the charm to conceal your choked final screams. 

His eye narrowed as he looked at you, assessing your reaction. You felt judgement for your reaction. "Did you mourn?" He had not intended for his voice to break through his illusion, and your stomach dropped as you heard Loki's voice for the first time in an age. 

How were you supposed to answer that question? Of course, you had mourned for him. As had the rest of the Kingdom.

Dissatisfied with your failure to answer his question, he raised his arm with a swift movement, placing it against your head. Before you had time to react, he was already prying your mind open, flinging open the secured box of your most private memories. 

It was a new level of invasion he had never subjected you to before, and you desperately tried to fight against his power to no avail. 

Wave after wave of impossible sadness washed over you as his intrusive magic flicked through memory after memory. Your reaction to being told he was dead. The unveiling of the statue. How you had lain in bed each night drowning in thoughts of him. And finally, how you had seen through his illusion earlier that afternoon. 

As he finally retreated from your mind, you dropped to your knees. It was not an act of submission, your legs were simply unable to support you any longer. You were drained by both his seidr and the memories he had forced you to watch along with him. 

You didn't realise you were staring at the floor, desperately panting until his cold hand reached beneath your chin, forcing you to tilt your head back up. 

Your waterlogged eyes did not fall upon the expected view of Odin. You instead looked up at Loki's towering form, the expression on his face completely unreadable. 

Your heartbeat thundered against the walls of your chest, and the colour drained from your complexion as you began to drown in fear of what he would do next. You attempted to glance at his free hand, expecting a dagger to appear at any moment. 

"Look at me." The tone of his voice was eerily cold. You couldn't. You didn't want to look into his eyes as he killed you. Surely he would grant you that final mercy. 

His grip shifted to harshly grab your jaw, beckoning you to look back at him. You instead clenched your eyes closed as you waited for a blade to dig into the soft flesh of your neck. 

You yelped as he released your jaw, and firm hands pulled you up from where you knelt, holding onto you as you blindly teetered on your feet. As his lips crashed into yours, your breathing halted. You were completely frozen in place, unable to react. What the hell is he doing? 

Your eyes tentatively opened as he pulled away from your unresponsive mouth, his brow furrowed with conflicted emotion as he stared down at you. What did he expect? 

"You never told me. Of your feelings toward me." He finally broke the silence. After looking into the depths of your mind, uncovering how you had discovered his secret, that was his response. 

You were emboldened by the rage that welled within you, interpreting his statement as one last torment.

"If you're going to kill me, can you at least grant me the final mercy of doing it quickly? It is hard enough to stand here after you have pried my mind open. You have once again fooled us all. And I was the only one stupid enough to see through your facade. I will not apologise for your mistakes." Your voice faltered as the words endlessly trailed from your mouth, free of any filter. 

He released his grip on you as the unfamiliar feeling of shame rocked his being. He had planned on locking you away in the depths of the dungeons with your mouth silenced, never to see the light of day again as he carried out his duties as King. 

His head spun with versions of the right thing to say, and now with his own filter thrown out the window, his question spilt from his lips before he had time to overthink it. "Do you still love me?" 

You seized the moment he finally showed vulnerability in his eyes. "No. There is a fine line between love and hate. And you have truly pushed me over the edge. I despise you." 

He resisted the urge to flinch, and instead focused on the undeniable lie he felt woven through your words, his astute mind quickly analysing what you could be hiding. "Are you sure about that?" 

You scoffed at the audacity of his question. Of course, you were sure. You despised the fact he had led everyone to believe he was dead, claiming the throne for himself. His softened gaze and hopeful half-smile halted your thoughts.

The longer you stood there in silence, the more desperate he looked for you to respond. It was almost as if he was begging you to stop pushing your memories back behind a fortified wall in your mind. 

You hated him for it. And you hated him. Right?

Unable to withstand his expression any longer, you steered the conversation away from his continued attempts to belittle you. "What have you done with your father? And what of Thor?" 

He looked almost disappointed with your questions, and the vulnerability in his eyes quickly retreated. "Thor is a witless oaf, he is on Midgard." His words dripped with venom. "And the father who left me to rot in chains? He has been dealt with and will continue to spend his final days in the realm he despises the most. A fitting end." 

You contemplated his response, relieved to hear they were still alive. 

"Do you intend on killing me?" you finally asked, and your heart almost skipped a beat with his short response of "No." Your stiffened frame refused to relax, and your mind refused to accept you were potentially not in imminent danger. 

"I wish I could trust you," you replied with a hushed tone. His conflicted expression returned as he took a step closer to you. You should have taken a step away, maintaining the distance between you. But your feet refused to move. "What are you going to do with me?" 

With his previous plans discarded, he truly hadn't thought that far ahead. He quickly formulated a response intended to put you at ease. "How about an offer of keeping you locked in my rooms, rather than the dungeons? Until you prove your loyalty to me, and me alone." Your breath hitched at the answer you had not expected. 

Your mind swirled with ideas of what exactly he intended to do with you, locked away in his rooms with nobody to assist you. Once again your words flowed from your mouth as you contemplated your fate. "That's rather presumptuous of you. And how am I supposed to do that?" 

He moved closer still, and the movement of your heavy breaths almost had your breasts brushing against his chest. Your body betrayed you as a flush crept up your neck. Perhaps you shouldn't have let your final question slip. 

"Oh, I have a few ideas, dove." He leant his face back in towards yours, lingering so close you could feel his warm breath with each exhale. Your body betrayed you yet again as you instinctively licked your lips.

He grasped the opportunity to kiss you before you could move away, and your mind screamed with thoughts of what exactly his aim was with such an action. That was until you felt the warm waves of emotion that finally relaxed your tense body. Perhaps he didn't intend on causing you harm at all. You don't typically kiss your prey before you pounce for the kill. 

You found yourself closing your eyes as you returned the kiss, forcing yourself to hold back and allow him to take the lead when such uncertainty lingered in the air. 

As his arms wound around your waist, pulling you flush to his muscular frame, you were immediately lost to the closeness you had never shared before. He had taken a sledgehammer to your wall of defence, and you were now willingly pouring suppressed emotion into each movement of your lips against his as the kiss intensified. 

When he finally pulled away from you to inhale a ragged breath, you shifted your head back to attempt to read the expression on his face. Your breath hitched when you saw the glaze of desire in his eyes. A desire you had not seen before. Think this through. What if it's yet another action he regrets once the moment has passed? 

Driven by the thought that ran through your mind, you reached down to harshly grab his manhood. You were surprised by your ability to do such a thing, and even more taken aback by the warning that followed; "If you cross me, I will direct my rage to what you treasure above all else." Your grip around him tightened, and his arousal twitched in response. 

"My, there's that bold nature I remember. Where's she been hiding?" His sultry velvet tone washed over you, and a sly grin pulled at the corners of your lips. "I've been behaving myself. Perhaps I should have found such boldness earlier when you were still debating locking me in a cell." You released your grip on his straining member as you responded, and his lips now formed a mischievous grin that mirrored your own. 

"Well, then I encourage you to misbehave more often." Arousal pooled in your core at his words, and he shifted his arms to grab your wrist. He turned away from you as he guided you up the steps that led towards the throne. 

As you both settled on the final platform, he paused, pulling on your arm to turn your body. His chest now pressed against your back as you both looked onwards at the empty throne room. A shiver ran up your spine as he gently brushed your hair over your shoulder, and leaned in close to your ear. Arousal crackled in the thin veil of air between his lips and your flesh.

"Look at it. This could be yours. Endless possibilities within reaching distance. If you submit and pledge your allegiance to me." You leant back into his broad frame as you contemplated his offer.

He placed a kiss against the soft skin of your neck. "Think of the King I could become with such a fine woman by my side." His arms found your waist again, but they soon drifted over your body, enveloping you in his embrace. 

"You can't tell me this isn't what you want. I am willing to admit I was a fool for distancing myself from you so long ago. Perhaps I would have found my ascent to the throne far sooner if I had kept you close." Your eyes closed as he placed his lips against your neck again, continuing to kiss his way across your exposed flesh. 

"I would ask if this is another of your tricks, but it would be foolish to ask the trickster himself." A deep chuckle vibrated against your back, "This is no trick, I assure you." 

"And if I accept your offer, I will be shown to your rooms and not thrust into the arms of the guards who are waiting outside?" He released his embrace to turn you around to face him, holding his hands in place on the curve of your waist as he studied you with awe. He sealed your fate with his reply, "Correct." 

His arousal pressed against you as you shifted closer to him. "Good. We have much to discuss. Prince Loki died with honour, and it's only right we plot his return with the same sentiment in mind." He lapped up your words that now flowed free of any restraint.

"We? Norns, you amaze me. I like this side of you. Alluring, cunning, lethal." You smirked at him, "What can I say, you bring it out of me." You placed a kiss against his lips, and as you pulled away, his head continued to drift forwards to find you again. "Sit." 

He raised a brow at your command. "Sit?" he repeated. "Yes, on your throne." His eyes darkened as he acknowledged your intent to continue this game a little longer, and willingly obliged as he took a step back. 

You swallowed as he settled into the throne with legs astride, waiting for you. His demeanour exuded confidence, and his eyes glistened with dangerous arousal. You could not deny he looked perfectly at home sitting atop the throne of Asgard. Perhaps this was truly where he was destined to be, regardless of how he obtained it.

He looked on with curiosity as you dropped to your knees. Resisting the urge to leer over you, he kept his back leant against the throne. You raised your hands to rest atop his thighs as you looked up at him. "I submit to you, my King." 

A low growl left his throat as you traced your hands up the tight buttery leather of his trousers, exploring the muscular contours that lay beneath. You shifted further and further towards your target, and your hands found the laces that contained his straining manhood. Before you pulled at the strings, you paused to look back up at him. "Allow me to demonstrate my loyalty." 

His breath hitched with anticipation at your words, and unwilling to waste another moment, his trousers disappeared with a shimmer of green seidr. Your palms now pressed against his reddened cock that twitched beneath you, begging to be relieved.

You reached around his girth, and his exhale shuddered as you began to run your hand up and down his intimidating length. He was much larger than you had anticipated, and as you guided him into your mouth, your jaw ached in response to the unfamiliar fullness. Loki did not take his eyes off you for a second. 

The ache quickly melted away as animalistic desire took hold of you under his gaze, and you continued to work further down his shaft with enthusiasm. Breathy moans escaped his mouth as you pleasured him, spurring you to push further. He quickly met the back of your throat as he bucked his hips against you. 

His hand flew to your hair, grasping at your tresses to anchor you against him, and a choked "Fuck" left his mouth as you hummed around him. You were a mess of saliva and tears as you continued to please him, lapping up the sounds of approval he offered. 

As his grip tightened on your hair, you felt his body tense beneath you, and his cock twitched within your mouth. "If you don't stop I'm going to-" You cut his words short as you suctioned around him, increasing your pace as you slid your mouth back down his length. 

He growled "I told you to stop" as he pulled on your hair, the sharp twinge forcing you to halt your movements, and he dragged your head away from him to hungrily drink in your appearance. His free hand shifted to thumb away the moisture on your face. Taking his time, he hummed with approval following each swipe.

"You would be wise to listen to my instruction. When I say stop, you stop. I'm not finished with you yet." He pressed his thumb against your mouth, silencing the response he could see brewing in your mind. You parted your lips and took his thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before you sucked it clean. He immediately dragged his hand away.

Your eyes widened as he left his seat to stand, dragging you up with him. Before you could comprehend what he was doing, you were spun around and thrust towards the now unoccupied throne with a swift, harsh movement. Teetering forwards, your arms automatically reached out to catch yourself, and your hands splayed against the gilded armrests. 

Your clothing dissolved from your body as the cool sensation of his magic washed over your skin, and your flesh prickled with goosebumps in response. He didn't give you a moment to revel in the sensation as he harshly slapped the skin of your now exposed arse cheek, and the sound echoed around the empty room.

"Move. Kneel on the throne. I want to get a good look at you when I take you." You had only just swallowed your yelp of surprise when he issued his command. Your body moved without needing to be asked twice, and your knees quickly felt the warmth of the place he had occupied only moments ago. 

You gripped onto the low back of the throne with whitened knuckles as you awaited his next move. He didn't leave you waiting long, his hands quickly met your inner thighs, prying them open, and you willingly sunk down further as you spread your legs for him. 

He hummed again with approval as his hand met your core, gliding across your slickened folds. You shuddered in response to the much-needed friction, and ground your hips back against him, begging for more. "So wet for me already. But I didn't tell you to move." Your hips ceased their movements immediately, and he dragged his hand away from you. 

"I'm sorry. Please," you begged, desperate for him to touch you again. His hands dug into your hips as he anchored you in place, and he watched as he guided the tip of his cock into your wanting core. He held himself there, and you wanted to scream out at that moment. It was deeply arousing yet not enough to satisfy you. You needed all of him. 

"Such a good little whore, aren't you?" You would normally object to such a word, but for Loki, you were willing to be anything for him and the future he had offered. You would be his cold, calculating confidant as he planned his return. And you would most certainly be his obliging whore if that is what he asked of you. You had truly surrendered, accepting him as your King. 

"Answer me," he commanded, his patience wearing thin as he resisted the urge to plunge into you. "Yes. I'm your good little whore." He snapped his hips against you with ferocity, and you threw your head back in response to the heady fullness of his cock inside you. He dragged himself from your tight walls before slamming into you again, working his length further into you with each movement. 

You desperately wanted to squirm against him, but his tight grip kept you from moving your hips back against him. "Fuck, Loki," you moaned. The world stilled around you as he buried his remaining inches within you. Your eyes fluttered shut as he poured emotion into each movement of his hips, and he finally dragged his gaze from you as his head fell back, completely lost to the pleasure that engulfed you both. 

As your walls tensed around him with each rippling wave of pleasure that dragged you closer to the edge of release, he plunged back into your depths, quickening his pace as he too chased the same high. Your arms shook with each movement that now rocked you forwards, and your body tensed as your orgasm began to ravage you. 

This only spurred his movements within you, and with a final scream of "Loki" that echoed around the empty chamber, you tipped over the edge of release entirely. His movements began to falter as you clenched around him, impossibly tight, and with a final snap of his hips, he filled you completely with his spend. Your arousal continued to twitch around him as your walls gripped onto him for dear life, and he dragged out your high by grinding his hips against you. 

You had become truly undone for him, and a level of satisfaction you'd never experienced washed over you as he grasped your hair, forcing you to release your grip on the throne. He pulled your upright body against his heaving chest as you both attempted to catch your breath. 

You whimpered as he pulled his cock from your spent core, and he placed a kiss against your neck as he breathed in your intoxicating scent.

His supporting arms dragged you back from where you knelt on the throne, and your feet grazed the floor as he shifted your bodies. He settled back into the throne, perching you on his knee, and his arm wrapped around your frame to draw you into his chest. 

You found comfort in his warmth and purred against him, still heady from the impossible high you had reached. 

"Well, do you?" You hummed as you pondered the meaning behind his question, confused as to what he was asking. "Still love me." Your heart skipped a beat. Surely a raw moment of passion was not enough for you to admit such a thing. "I'm getting there," you responded. 

His lips pulled up into a knowing grin as he sensed the true answer that screamed within your mind. It was undeniable. Yes.

#loki fandom #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki laufeyson #loki smut #loki x reader #mcu loki #fanfiction #loki odinson #ao3 fanfic

[royaletiquette]

Name: Rose

Pronouns: she/her

Preferred comms: Whatever, I've never had issues with IM's personally, so I like them. But I know no one else does lol. Discord is cool, especially when we start sending memes and shit to one another.

Name of muse(s): Hibiya and Hibiko. I've had one other muse that didn't last long, I just wanted an excuse to talk about my views and opinions on music lmao. An outlet to express that to a degree, but I just didn't have anything else I wanted to say, no overarching theme or anything.

Experience in RP: Started out the classic way of rp'ing via texts with a friend, where it was like [ "Stop doing that" *laughs* ] as Izaya from Durarara. Not terribly long after I moved to tumblr cause I was already always on it on my personal account and heavy in the durarara community in 2012, 2013, cause I wanted to write as Hibiya. And that was a blast because it started showing on Adult Swim so the anime got more popular and there were just a lot of people and alters to write with.

Stopped and started a few times, but I always wrote Hibiya publically and no one else. I think I barely wrote in 2016 cause the rp side of the fandom was DEAD and I didn't really venture out to find new partners. I had also moved countries so like, wasn't thinking about writing often. Completely stopped thinking about it in 2017 and was writing songs instead. Until after I graduated college and was working fulltime, and after all the lockdowns stopped (Toronto had multiple), I needed a new creative outlet I could work on while not home and kept thinking about Hibiya and Delic and having ideas I wanted to explore. And was very lucky to find my email and password! So now I'm like, I can't imagine leaving tumblr to write somewhere else. Privately I dunno, it's so boring.

Best experiences: It's so nice to have partners that equally gush over one another's muses and relationships, sharing ideas and potential threads and even just being like "lmao if this happened, it'd be over" / "I can't stop thinking about x."

Plus I mean to be honest, it's so, so exciting and nice to hear people excited to write with me and ask about my muses, having genuine curiosity. Asking questions I've never thought of and pushing them to be more developed and fleshed out. I love posting a reply or answering a meme and immediately getting pinged on discord of someone panicking and talking to me about it.

Pet peeves / dealbreakers: Too much ooc is the main reason I end up unfollowing people. Which like, listen, it's not like I outright say, I don't care about you. But if it's too much, even though I like you and your muses and want to write, I'm gonna mute your tag. I'd much rather someone repeatedly be like "I'll be on twitter if you care" or whatever passive-aggressive thing, than have a bunch of posts on my roleplay account that are nothing. Let me ignore it if I want to.

I've complained to the point of adding it to my rules, but I hate mains. And I honestly more and more feel like I'm making the right call in that it's very mean and you shouldn't do it. I understand feeling more drawn to some muns/muses than others, but when a mun is repeatedly answering someone's stuff immediately when you've been waiting for a reply for a month. Yeah, it's a little dog shit. There needs to be an effort to balance it out between partners.

A COUPLE ACTUAL PETTY PET PEEVES. That like, I've rewritten this a bunch of times cause I don't want to be dumb and rude even though it makes me want to be very that. I hate when muns make their muses short and are just weird about it. Like, it's obviously written from the perspective of a person that is average height, who sometimes feels short, so assumes someone shorter than them always feels short. And it's like no one thinks about their height that much, stop it. But this is absolutely me, a person who is the height of all those short muses, being like bruh stop being weird. I also hate when there is an unrealistic weight put to muses. Because it's something most people ignore, so just skip it if you're gonna be dumb about it. If you feel the need to be like, my 5'6" muse 90 pounds, think about how dysfunctional that makes a person. It's beyond the realm of "my muse is skinny." But!! Again! I know this is just me being like "your fictional character is unrealistic." People like to make their muses taller than Shaq and as buff of as wrestler, but also be like "it's natural, they would never track their calories/protein intake."

Muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ): Of course it depends. Hibiya is fun because he's awful at being fluffy, so it's great putting him in those positions where I am also so horribly uncomfortable for him. He's always angsty. It gets a little tiring. Smut is all me though, I just get lost in thinking of the details and then I forget to write any of it and it takes forever. Practice though and I know it'll be more fun. There are at least muses now that Hibi wants to be gross with finally.

Hibiko however, is like, always bordering on fluffy, to the point that she really fights angst. Which in itself is fun because that's where most of her development comes from. Surprisingly, smut will be/is really fun for Hibiko because her walls are down, which isn't the case any other time. She also doesn't have as many preconceptions as Hibiya when it comes to sex, so it's more freeing and open for me to write.

Plot or memes: Memes are more freeing. They can be long winded ideas or just a paragraph, so that's fun. But when it comes to the long run, I need to talk about plots to some extent so we're not running aimlessly.

Long or short replies: Long. Mid, really, but I'd rather it be longer than shorter. I've learned I have a hard time tapping into what my muse is going through if I'm not seeing that in return. But short ones are a very welcomed break when they come along. It's nice to easily poop out a reply without being like oh fuck okay what happens first.

Best time to write: When I'm alone in the morning before anyone wakes up (which isn't the morning but pretend it is). I like sitting in silence and enjoying the nothing going on so I can focus. I like to watch movies by myself, and it'll take twice as long because I'll pause it to write while inspired, and watch another five minutes before pausing to write again. The way god intended, really.

Are you like your muse(s): Kinda. I relate to Hibiya more. I'm more aloof than I think I am and can be a little insensitive towards other people's feelings and my words. Emotions are not my strong suit lmao.

tagged by @sansloii

#it's me i decided to ramble! #ooc; #dash memes #i whine about the height thing but then also I'm like 'lol tiny bitch' to those muses #being short is only embarrassing when you gotta be like #'hello child who is clearly younger than me. i need help grabbing that item from the top shelf' at the store

[tinyboxxtink]

"Spring Break '86" *Chapter 14*

Chapter 15

Chapter 13

ALRIGHT GUYS, this is it.

This is the last chapter before Part 2. And I've already changed the ending. Lulz.

I said this in another post, i really don't know what's gonna happen over the weekend.

If Eddie dies [god forbid] in Vol 2, i don't know how i'll react. It might fuel me to make this the best damn fix-it-fic of all time, or it might throw me in a spiral of despair, unable to finish this.

No no, i'm kidding. Mostly. I will finish this no matter what, but if he does it might take me a few days to recover.

SO I posted this today because either way, it will probably be about a week before you get the next chapter. I'm sorry, please don't leave me in that time!

I'm also sorry this chapter isn't super long, but I was running out of plot leading up to the ending of Vol 1 , and I didn't wanna just start writing bullshit to fill up pages. That's not fair to anyone.

SO, here we are. I hope you all enjoy my interpretation of the ending, even though I flipped who gets stuck in the UD.

Which honestly shouldn't be that different because all the trailers we've seen she's been FINE, so obviously she gets out of the UD pretty fast.

Oh PS-- Per usual, i highly recommend listening to this song before/after/during your reading. I cannot believe I didn't use this song earlier, it's so fucking accurate.

But better late than never, right?

PPS--- Okay like 3 or 4 screen names don't work in my tag list. If they are yours, please tell me what I did wrong. Otherwise i'll give the spots to other people.

Alright here we go!

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You and Eddie had decided to head off towards the direction of his trailer, whether or not you’d make it. At least you had each other. 

“....You find it weird Vecna hasn’t said anything to us lately?” you asked him. 

“What are you doing?!” Eddie hissed as his eyes darted around frantically. “He could hear you!”

“Baby,” you gave him a look. “He can hear us no matter what, and he hasn’t said shit, like I said!” 

“Still,” he took your hands and continued to walk with you down the streets of Upside Down Hawkins. 

“But seriously!” “What else has got his attention?!” You asked again, looking up to the sky.

“Can we maybe not, think about the monster that’s going to kill us all right now? Focus on us?”

“Us?” You gave him a surprised smile. “There’s an ‘us’?”

“Are you for real right now, Princess?” he laughed sarcastically. 

“Well, you never exactly asked me to be your girlfriend, Munson,” you teased him with a tongued smile. 

“I proposed!” He reminded you.

“Almost proposed,” you clarified.

“I gave you a fuckin’ ring, Y/N,” He held up your hand, but the ring was gone. “What the--?”

“Oh my god,” You gasped, immediately looking around. “Oh my god, no--”

“Babe I’m pretty sure it’s long gone by now,” He put a hand on your shoulder. “Think about all the shit we’ve been through in the last two days,”

“Oh god,” you whimpered, realizing he was right. You stopped looking around and looked at him apologetically. “I’m so sorry Eddie,” 

“Hey, don’t be,” he pulled you into a tight hug, your head up against his chest. “It’s not your fault,”

“It was your favorite though!” you cried upseteddly. 

“Nahhhh, it definitely wasn’t,” he shook his head with a smile, holding out his right hand. “THIS is my favorite,” 

You recognized it immediately. 

“Eddie…” you bit your lip. “Y-You still have that?” 

“Are you kiddin’?” He laughs, kissing the top of your forehead. “It’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten,” 

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Eddie’s 14th Birthday

“....Happy birthday dear Eddie, happy birthday to you!” 

“And many mooooreee,” you added with a giant flourish. 

“God be more lame, please,” Eddie blushes as he looks around the diner, making sure no one heard your god-awful singing. 

“Shut up and blow out your candles before you get wax on those pancakes!” you hit him softly. 

Two candles on a stack of pancakes wasn’t ideal for a birthday cake, but Eddie appreciated any effort you gave him. God knows no one else did. Eddie sighed and blew out the candles, to which you promptly started loudly cheering and clapping.

“Yaaaay!!!” you giggle as Eddie shoots daggers at you for making such a show of yourself. 

“I hate you,” he grumbled. 

“You love me,” you teased, but both of you stopped as soon as the words left your lips. You just stared at each other while Eddie tried to suss out how serious you were being, and you were mentally kicking yourself for even joking about it. 

“...Anyway,” he coughed awkwardly as he cut himself a bite of pancake. “You really didn’t have to do this, Y/N,” 

“Well of course I did Eddie,” you began cutting yourself your own piece. “It’s the last birthday I’ll have a chance to,” 

“You act like I’m going off to war, Princess,” He chuckled as he stuffed his face with pancakes. 

“High school is war Eddie,” you held out your fork making a point. “Everyone knows that,” 

“Right,” he rolled his eyes. 

“Shut up and open your present,” you took a small box from your purse and placed it on the table, sliding it towards him. 

“...I thought this was the present,” He gestures arounds the booth that had been decked out with balloons and streamers, and the Pan “Birthday” Cake. 

“Uh no, this is the party doofus,” you shook your head.

“Some party Princess,” he gestures around the empty booth.

“Well I can’t help it that people find you weird,” You pulled 

“US weird,” 

“Oh people like me fine,” you teased. “It’s just you,” 

“...Right,” he nodded with a small, soft laugh. “Well, I guess you’ll have a hell of a good time next year without me then, huh?” 

“Eddie,” you held out your hand, realizing you had stuck your foot in your mouth. “I didn’t mean it like--”

“Yeah I know,” he shrugged it off as he took the box from you. “So, what’s this? It’s pretty small. Spend too much money on the party--??”

He stops teasing you when he pulls out the ring. It shines brightly, reflecting the glow of the fluorescent lights of the diner. He looks at it for several seconds before speaking, just admiring it. 

“....You don’t like it,” You said softly.

“W-What?” He’s knocked from his trance. “No, I-I love it,” 

“Oh don’t patronize me Eddie--” You started to take it back. 

“No,” he grabs both of your hands, making you look at him. He looks more serious than you’ve ever seen him; he even looks like he might cry. 

“I love it, Y/N, It’s…it’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever gotten me,” he could barely whisper, refusing to cry in public.

“Really?” you bit your lip, doing your absolute damndest not to look at his lips at that moment. His hands holding yours with that look on his face, it felt like the most intimate situation you two had ever been in since you’d known him. 

“Really,” he rubs the tops of your hands with his thumbs, the ring already on his finger. “It’s like an elvish ring,” 

“Um….okay,” you smiled nervously, not understanding what he was saying, but not caring as long as your hands were in his.

You two just sat there in that booth, holding hands and looking into each other’s eyes.

“Eddie, I um--” This was it, you were going to tell him how you really felt. How you’d always felt. 

“Yeah…?” His eyes widened a bit, hoping you were going to make this the most perfect birthday by saying the words he’d waited to hear his whole life. 

“I--” 

“Y/N!!!” All of a sudden your little brother was calling your name. Eddie instantly dropped your hands and stuffed them back under the table.

“Shit,” you muttered as a ten year old Dustin came running up to the table. 

“Did you forget you were supposed to take me to the arcade or what?” Dustin whined. “I’m tired of sitting over there by myself,” 

“Dammit Dustin!!” you snapped at him. His eyes instantly went to those huge puppy dog size, big crocodile tears forming in his eyes. 

“....I’m sorry,” you sighed, ruffling his hair before giving Eddie an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Eds. I need to--” 

“Yeah, yeah sure I get it,” he nodded in understanding, nodding at your brother. “Sup Dust?” 

“Yeah,” Dustin nodded back at him awkwardly. They didn’t really know each other yet. 

“Alright you, let’s go,” 

You scooted out of the booth and took your brother’s hand, giving one last longing look at Eddie 

who was now admiring his ring with a huge smile. 

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 “I should’ve said something then,” you sighed, running your hands through your hair. 

“Why are you doing this, Y/N?” Eddie asked you seriously.

“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Why are you forcing these trips down memory lane, when you know they all lead to the same place?” he elaborated.

“What are you--”

“You realize what all your little ‘memories’ have in common?” He snapped. “They’re all moments where we came ‘this’ close to being together, but inevitably one of us chickens out, or gets interrupted, or something else!”

“Well yeah but--” 

“I don’t wanna look back at that!” He kicked a rock angrily. “I don’t wanna focus on the fact that we could’ve been together so much longer, that we wasted all this time,”

“Eddie--”  

“No!” He shakes his head as he grabs your face. “What matters is that we know now. That we’re together now. That I love you, now,” 

“Oh just now?” you half laugh, trying to ease the tension. 

“You know what i mean, Y/N” he gave you a look.

“Yeah, I know…” you looked down as you played with your fingers.

“So what are you doing, huh?” he asked again.

“I don’t--” you looked up at him, confused.

“You wanna know what I think?” He answered his own question.

“I know you’re gonna tell me--” 

“I think you wanna bring these up so you can ‘atone’,” he accused. “You think that one of us or both of us is gonna die, and you wanna apologize and get everything off your chest before we do,” 

“Eddie…”

“And I’m not accepting that, do you hear me?” He moved his hands to your face. “I’m not letting you give up on me, not now. We’re not rolling over and accepting death. We’re gonna go make it to this portal and get the fuck out of here,”

“Baby…” 

“No!” He pressed his forehead against yours. “Knock it the fuck off,” 

“Okay okay,” you put your hands on his face now, trying to calm him down. 

“Good,” he sighed as you moved your hands to his neck, burying your face in his shoulder.

“So, what now?” you asked into his t-shirt.

“Whaddya mean ‘what now’?” He rolled his eyes at the question, stroking your hair while your face remained on his chest.

“Well what are we gonna talk about now, goof?” You shook your head with a laugh as you started to pull him along, resuming your journey. 

“Hmmmm, well--” He pretended to think. “Let’s talk about the future, y’know when we get out of here, which we will,” 

“Oh?” You smiled in amusement. “Thought you didn’t wanna talk about our imaginary kids,” 

“Okay we don’t have to go that far,”he blushed. “ Just like…y’know, after all of this,” 

“You mean, next week?” you clarified warily.

“....Maybe…” his voice sank, the reality of your situation sinking in. Even if you did both survive this, Vecna, the world ending; you still had to deal with the fact that technically you lived almost 200 miles away from each other.

“I don’t…” you played with his fingers interlaced with yours as you walked. “I don’t know…” 

“Yes you do,” he nodded his head sadly. “You have to go back to school,” 

“Well, yeah obviously,” you half laughed. 

“And you’ll just forget about me again, and I’ll see you when you graduate,” he added in a mopey tone.

“Seriously, Eddie?” You dropped his hand and stopped walking. “You really think--” 

“Well what else are you gonna do, huh Y/N?” he was suddenly getting very defensive, suddenly feeling as if walls were closing in on him.

“Okay first you don’t want me to start ‘atoning’ for mistakes, and now you’re accusing me of making more before they even happen?!” you had to laugh at the situation, it was ridiculous.

“No, but--”

“For fuck’s sake Eddie, I almost died for you! You really think I’m just gonna go home next week and forget the love of my life?” you gestured to your leg for emphasis.

“I just--” 

“I love you, Eddie Munso,” you pulled him close to you, stepping on a curb to be taller. “I love you, and I’m never letting you go again, do you hear me?” 

“Yeah…” he nodded softly.

“It’s me and you, okay?” You tugged on his shirt. “This is it,” 

“Alright so what do you think is gonna happen?” he challenged you, not fully accepting your cookie cutter solution.

“Well,” you pulled him on the curb as you started to walk again. “Why don’t you come with me?”

“To Chicago?” he laughed. “How am I gonna do that, if I’m in my millionth senior year?” 

“You realize there are things called GED’s, right babe?” you asked.

“Yeah, you think I don't know that?” he grumbled. “But I don’t wanna just give up,”

“Seriously?” You half laughed. “You’d rather sit here in Hawkins for another three months to prove something to people? You?” 

“Well, why not?!” he argued. “You don’t think I deserve to walk across that stage and flip off the principal?” 

“Eddie,” you rolled your eyes. “Come on,” 

“Come on what?!” he threw his hands up. 

“Why do you need to--” 

“Because everyone in this town thinks that I can’t do this, and I wanna prove them wrong!” He gestured wildly.

“Just now, all of a sudden?” you didn’t mean to laugh, but the thought was idiotic to you. 

“Excuse me?” he looked at you seriously offended.a

“Eddie you’ve been there three years longer than you’re supposed to be,” You half laughed. “Why now all of a sudden is it so--” 

“Wow,” he scoffed with a hurt laugh. “Wow, okay,” 

“Eddie come on--” you reached for him but he jerked away.

“NO,” He shouted. “I just want--” 

 “Why does it matter what anyone else thinks about you but me?” you exclaimed in distress.

“Because you weren't around, Y/N!” he barked back.

“Wha--” 

“I spent years trying to not care about what you thought of me, d’ya get that?” He laughed tearfully. “I spent years trying to downplay the shit you and your sheeple friends would say about me, do to me,” His blood began to boil just thinking about it. 

“So excuse me if your opinion isn’t going to be the ‘only one that matters’!” he sputters angrily.

“Eddie, I--”

“Y’know, honestly at this point your brother’s opinion should matter to me more than yours does!” he cut you off. “He’s been nothing but nice to me, hell he admires the shit out of me! Shouldn’t you want me to impress him? Set a good example to him by walking across that stage, not giving up?”

“Oh yeah, Eddie,” you laughed. “I really think you flipping off the principal after a lifetime of senior years is a great example--”

“SHUT UP!!!” He screamed, causing you to flinch. 

“Eddie--”

All Eddie could focus on in that moment was how condescending you were being. Telling him he was wrong, like you always did. Like how you always had. Like you always would be, until the day he died. 

“No, this is always what it comes down to, Princess,” he wasn’t backing down this time. “You think you’re better than me. You will always think you’re better than me. No matter what I do, or say, or how much you claim to love me, that will be always be true,” 

“No it won’t!” you protested.

“Yes it will!” He started to walk away from you. “We’re never gonna be on equal ground in your mind, ever,” 

“This isn’t you,” you trailed after him. “You know I’m not like that, not really,” 

“Maybe I do, and I’ve just been pretending you’re not because I was so idiotically happy that you finally seemed to feel the way that I have,” 

“That is so ridiculous--” you dismissed his thought.

“SEE?” He raised his voice again. “You’re still doing it!”

“Eddie you’re ridiculous,” he mocked you. “Eddie that’s stupid. Eddie you’re a fucking moron!” 

“I’m not saying that,” You jogged quickly to catch up to him and stopped him. “I’m saying listen to yourself: Two minutes ago you got pissed that I kept dragging up memories that I felt bad about. You got mad for me trying to-- atone, or whatever,” 

Eddie looked away, trying not to accept what you were saying. 

“And now I think I'm better than you? Th-That all of this has been some kind of sick prank? Like I have been risking my life for the past two days to just-- what, make you feel like a moron?”

Eddie knew you were right, deep down he knew that. But for some reason all he could think about was how cruel you had been to him in High School, how you had always been too good for him. That none of this was real. 

“I don’t wanna do this anymore--” He shoved past you and kept walking.

You knew what you had to do-- you knew this wasn’t Eddie This was Vecna, finally getting to him. It made sense since he had connected with him earlier, now he had a hold on him. But what were you going to do? You didn’t exactly have a band, or a record player. And you wondered if the same song would work on two people. 

Then you had an idea. 

“I can’t fight this feeling any longer…” you started to softly sing, making Eddie stop in his tracks. 

“And yet I’m still afraid to let it show.” You kept singing, tears choking your throat as you mentally willed him to turn and look at you. 

“What started out as friendship has grown stronger…” you started walking towards him. “I only wish I had the strength to let it show,”

The lyrics were so hauntingly accurate, you knew this could probably be your song. It was your song. And it was the song that was going to bring him back to you.

“I tell myself that i can’t hold out forever,” you walked closer, he still refused to look at you. “I said there is no reason for my fear,” 

“Yeah right,” Eddie mumbled with a sad laugh, Vecna’s voice still in his ears.

“Because I feel so secure when we’re together,” you were approaching him closely now, taking his hand softly as you stepped in front of him. 

“You give my life direction, you make everything so clear…” 

Eddie felt his anger shifting as he saw the sincerity in your eyes and truth in your words. 

“And even as I wander, I’m keeping you in sight,” he felt himself singing softly back to you, thinking about all the years you had lost. The years you were so close yet so far from each other. And deep down he knew he had never given up on you, not for one second. 

“You’re a candle in the window, on a cold dark winter’s night,” you took both hands in his now, sincerely meaning the words you were singing. 

He had always been a beacon to you, even when you had tried to deny it. He had always been there in the back of your mind, keeping you from ever being truly as awful as the rest of your ‘sheeple’ friends.

“And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might…” you both sang together, holding tightly to each other’s hands now. 

God this song would’ve been so perfect to actually admit your feelings to one another before all of this bullshit had gone down. You could have stood up at your graduation and sang it to him. Hell, you could have stood up at any dance or school function and sang this to him. You could have announced to the world that you, Y/N, captain of the cheer squad, valedictorian, all american girl, were in love with Eddie Munson, the ‘freak’. 

“And I can't fight this feeling anymore. I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for,”   

You couldn’t believe how stupid you had been, trying to fight your feelings for him. For not fighting for him, for you, for the two of you. Why you hadn’t just said what you were really feeling, telling them to go to hell. But you were saying it now, and you were saying it to fight for him. Fighting for him against something far more nefarious than a bunch of white-bread Americana sheeple. 

You took his face in your hands, looking deep into his chocolate brown eyes as you sang the last line of the chorus, needing him to hear you more than ever.

“And if I have to crawl across your floor, come crashing through your door. Baby I can’t fight this feeling anymore,” 

WIth those words, Vecna’s hold on Eddie was relinquished. He grabbed your face in his hands now and pulled you into a long, luxurious, kiss. You both stood there for a while just exploring each other’s mouths, being taken back to the moment you had kissed for the first time.

When you both had been so relieved to see the other alive, knowing how you felt about each other. When your lips had finally cascaded against one another after almost a decade of wanting, waiting, yearning.

And now here you were again, all of those feelings coming back at once. It was as if you started again, feeling like you had almost lost him in those five minutes Vecna had a hold on him.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he pressed his forehead against yours as tears dripped down his cheeks, his mind clear of any bad thoughts. 

“No, I'm sorry,” you shook your head with your own tears falling down. “If I hadn’t made you feel that way Vecna wouldn’t have anything to hold onto,”

“You do whatever you feel you need to do, Eddie,” you went on. 

“I just-- I can’t stand the thought of leaving you here again, not for any reason or any amount of time. I just want-- need, us to be together as much as we possibly can, because I lost so much time with you and I don’t wanna lose any amount of time with you, ever, ever again,” 

“I know, i know,” he pulled you closer as you cried into his chest.

“And I want to stay here with you, I do. I just--” You cried.

“No,” he pulled you back to face him. 

“No, don’t you think for one second of just-- dropping out, to stay here with me. That is the absolute one thing I have dreaded about us being together, me holding you back,” 

“You don’t--” you put a hand to his face.

“Maybe not now, but if you do that it will actually be true, yeah?” He gave you a sad smile. “So you-- you do what you have to do, and I’ll do the same. And we’ll--”

“I’ll come back for you, Eddie,” You cut him off, knowing he was having his doubts. “I swear to God, as soon as school ends I will be right back here,” 

“Hopefully not here,” he joked, gesturing around you. 

“You know what i mean,” you hit him lightly.

“Yeah, I do, Princess,” he smiled, kissing you again. “And who knows, maybe this summer I might just come to you, being a free man and all,” 

“I love you, Eddie,” 

“I love you too, Y/N,” He smiled, kissing you once again. “Now let’s get the hell out of here,”

-----

Eddie’s Trailer 

Dustin, Max, and Lucas all paced around Eddie’s living room, the gaping portal hole in the middle of all of them. 

“Where are they?” Dustin worried out loud. 

“I mean, they were walking on foot Dustin,” 

“But still,” he paced unnervingly. “I just want them--” 

Suddenly sounds of running and chattering interrupted his thought. All three of them looked down to see Nancy, Steve and Robin running to the opening in the ceiling. 

“Where is Y/N and Eddie?” Dustin immediately noticed his sister was missing. 

The three of them looked at each other awkwardly, trying to figure out what exactly to say to him, and who would say it. 

“Dust…” Steve stepped up, knowing him the best out of the three of them. 

“No,” Dustin shook his head, refusing to hear whatever he was about to say. “No, don’t say it,”

“She didn’t…” Steve tried again.

“Shut up,” Dustin spoke over him.

“She didn’t make it,” He finished.

“Yeah I think that was obvious, Steve,” Robin hit him lightly. 

“But what about Eddie?” Lucas asked.

“He uh,” Steve looked at the two girls. “He wanted to stay with her--” 

“Stay with her?!” Max gasped out of nowhere. “He wanted to stay with a dead body?!” 

“MAX!!!!” Lucas hit her violently, gesturing to Dustin who was silently imploding, trying to take everything everyone was saying in. 

“So you’re telling me I’ve lost my sister, and my best friend--?” Dustin stammered.

“I’m not your best friend?” Steve blurted out.

“REALLY, Steve?” Max scoffed.

“...It just came out,” He muttered, embarrassed.

“NOT the point!” Dustin yelled.

“You just let him stay there with-- with Y/N?” He couldn’t bear to refer to you as just a body. 

He was dying inside, trying like hell to keep it together. You were more of a best friend to anyone in the vicinity at that moment. You had been his first friend, his big sister. You taught him everything. His ABC’s, how to count, what made the perfect burger and pizza, which ice creams were good and which were downright toxic. 

He had waited for what seemed like forever for you to come home from Chicago, wanting to ask you about girls. He knew you’d be reluctant, but he wanted to tell you all about Suzy. You had been the first person he wanted to tell in the first place. But when he called your dorm the person who answered said you were out, and then never gave you the message. 

He had felt the two of you growing apart since you had left, and it would have killed him if he hadn’t been so busy with the literal apocalypse happening every other minute of the day. He wanted to keep you from it, from all of this. For this exact reason. He didn’t want you involved because he couldn’t lose you, and now his worst nightmare had happened. 

“We tried to--” Robin tried to explain to Dustin how they had pleaded with Eddie to come with them while he lay there sobbing, holding your ‘dead’ body.  His anguished cries were forever burned into her brain as they tried dragging him away from you. 

He was bigger than all of them, even an inch or two on Steve, so he had easily ripped away from their grasp and ran back to your side, cradling you in his arms. She had finally been the one to beg Nancy and Steve to just let him be. She couldn’t take hearing him cry anymore, it was too tortuous. 

“Dustin we really tried to--” Robin tried telling him.

“No,” he stopped them, moving away from the hole. “No I don’t wanna hear anymore, do you hear me?!”

“Okay can we just focus on getting the rest of us out of here, please?” Nancy had enough of all of the drama. She just wanted to be back in the real world.

“Jesus Nancy, way to be empathetic,” Robin scoffed under her breath.

“I’m sorry!” She threw her hands up. “I’m sorry I’m tired of being in this god-forsaken place. I’m sorry if I'm a tad anxious when I’m literally steps away from freedom!”

“Alright alright,” Steve put his hands on her shoulders, trying to calm her down. “Okay, we’re getting out okay?”

“Thank you,” she mumbled, rubbing his hands on her shoulder. 

“Do you have something to get us out guys?” Steve asked the kids. 

“Yeah,” Lucas grabbed the ‘rope’’ Dustin had made since Dustin was busy having a crisis over you and Eddie. 

He threw it up into the ceiling, and to their shock and amazement it stuck. In the Upside Down, he had thrown it ‘down’ to the group for them to climb.

“That is so trippy!” Robin gasped. “Okay who’s first?” 

“Ladies first,” 

“Nance,” Robin pointed at her. 

“Thank you,” She smiled gratefully as she pulled herself up the rope and into Eddie’s living room, crashing onto the mattress they had put in front of the hole. 

“Alright Robin, c’mere,” Steve nodded to her as she followed Nancy.

--------

Meanwhile

You and Eddie were reaching the entrance to the Trailer Park, when you saw the portal and the group starting to go through it.

“Shit,” Eddie muttered. He didn’t waste any time grabbing your hand and sprinting towards the portal. “Let’s go baby, let’s go!” 

You were practically howling in pain as Eddie pulled you through the park, your leg throbbing in pain. BUt you did your best to keep up with him, lest he drop you and leave you there. Though you knew he’d never actually do that. 

“HEY! GUYS! WAIT UP!” Eddie screamed across the park, hoping to get their attention.

-------

At The Portal

Steve was about to head up the rope when they all heard Eddie screaming. Even Dustin could hear it from across the trailer. He leaped up off the couch and ran to the portal. 

“Steve!” He yelled. “Steve who was that?!” 

“It’s Eddie,” Steve answered in disbelief, staring at the two of you racing towards them. “...And Y/N!”

“She’s alive?!” Dustin began to cry happy tears, he didn't care who saw them. You were alive. 

“She’s alive!” Steve smiled up at him. “And they’re coming! They’re gonna make it!” 

“Thank God,” Dustin breathed a sigh of relief, wiping his tears away.

----------

You and Eddie were still almost to the portal where Steve was yelling encouraging words to you both. 

“Come on guys, you can do it!” He called. 

You could hear your brother yelling for you, tears in his voice. “Y/N!! Y/N I’m here!!!!” 

You began to smile at Eddie, who was thinking the same thing: You were gonna make it out of here. Together. 

You were so elated in thinking about getting out of there you didn’t notice a rock in your path. You tripped on it just before reaching Steve, sending you sailing on top of it, banging your head against it. It knocked you out cold. 

Eddie had the inertia of still running when you toppled over the rock, releasing your hand from his grapes unintentionally as he stoped a few feet away from you. 

“Shit!” He began to panic, about to run to your side. But something stopped him. 

Before he could make a move, Vecna appeared in front of him, blocking your unconscious body from his view. 

“I don’t think so,” He wagged a finger.

Everyone gasped and gaped in horror as they watched Vecna physically pick up your body and throw it over his veiny shoulder. 

“You tell Eleven if any of you want to see your friend alive, she’ll come to me,” He smirked. 

“What the--” Eddie began to panic, looking at Steve and up at his friends, then back to Vecna.

“We don’t know how to find her!!!” Dustin screamed down to Vecna. 

“Well, you’d better pray you figure out a way,” He chuckled darkly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Y/N and I need to get better acquainted,” 

He ran a gray finger down your thigh, smelling you with a perverted smirk.

“You SON OF A---” Eddie started to make a run at him, but Steve held him back as hard as he could. 

“Don’t you fucking TOCH HER!!!” He screamed, angry tears stinging his eyes. 

His cries fell on deaf ears, as Vecna began to float back up into the sky with a mighty evil laugh, disappearing into the red horizon. 

‘What just--” Dustin looked down at Steve and Eddie. “What just happened?”

How were they going to save you now? 

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you angst #protect eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things 4 #stranger things #spring break 86 #Spotify

[zanerak]

Was Tagged in this post by @azonine and my edible hit a while ago. let's go for it everybody thank you beloved

Last Song: my sister and i were listening to our spotify blend earlier and i think it's updating itself bc i could've sworn the last thing i remember was something like passion by nicki minaj with a pink album cover but i can't find this song so i think i made it up. likely what i actually hear was Bomb Intro / Pass That Dutch by Missy Elliot. it's my sister's contribution but i vibe with it. apparently we're an 83% match which is interesting. she also keeps making fun of me for saying ethoslab is attractive but i'm literally right. sorry you wouldn't understand

Favorite Color: BRIGHT red slightly pink. i never used to say i have a favorite color and i lost my shoe. i've found it. anyway i gravitate towards red, especially that shade. i also love just black of course but that is a safe color that goes with anything. but red. that's bold. also many flowers are red. flowers are gorgeous. every single one. godbless they make the world cooler

Last Movie/TV: The Wilds. one of those cancelled lesbian shows. unfortunate. it's not as good as Yellowjackets though. i think they spend too much time on everyone's backstories but they're honestly not that complex like half of season 1 is leah having a breakdown over that guy and they want to be like leah is an obsessive person but they only show the one thing like. her other obsessions are so much more interesting i don't care about mr pedophile writer guy i literally do not care. let her go insane she deserves it for being bisexual. the last movie is possibly blue beetle which was alright for an airplane movie, wish i could pause it though. why tf is it a channel? who put live channels on planes? who did that? you deserve SUFFERING. also, while i was writing this i realized i actually later watched the new percy jackson episode with my sister so that actually but i don't remember anything from the books and unfortunately the show is clearly directed towards the same age range as the original series and it's like. good for what it is but selfishly i wish it was cooler for me specifically. rick riordan is cool though

Sweet/Spicy/Savory?: sweet or savory depends on my mood really. but savory maybe? although i am searching it up and now i am confused about the definition. i love the savory crepes (the philly) from crepevine it's possibly my favorite meal ever. would love to eat crepevine every day all day ever

Relationship Status: newly single. please hmu if you like taking care of pathetic people or alternatively have a lot of money

Last Thing I Googled: "vegetable list" to answer the llff qotd which i keep saying in my head as "quote of the day". before that. soojin g-idle. queen. you would've killed it in queencard i know it. also as you can see above i am in fact single

Current Obsession: i think my depression is currently bad enough to prevent me from a single obsession currently. i searched the wilds on tumblr a couple times but it's like 90% people complaining about canceled wlw shows bc tumblr search is unusable. i wouldn't call it anything close to an obsession though, it just happens to be what i'm currently binging. most recently though - poppy seed pets. also rewatched a couple community episodes. such a good show my god. wish alison brie was asian. also i have been thinking about tattoos a lot. specifically my new one which was my first. got with friends. very cute (: further i am going to be so abnormal about the boys s4. i don't have a kin list but i'm starting one rn putting jordan li at the top. minecraft character bdoubleo100 second. king from the owl house third. not for size reason we just both get disrespected. taking recommendations for additions that aren't a random small animal you saw on instagram - please keep in mind that i am 7'4" in real life and extremely intimidating. i am also considering adding nora from the wilds (autistic) and abed community (autistic) and todd sanchez bojack horseman (aspec but actually we're not that similar. i think i am just thinking about him. what a lad.) and perhaps. asian lesbian from scream queens because i too think chanel no. 3 is hot. actually every character from community except pierce is relateable. also generally any character that is "bad" representation of a minority group and knows it but i haven't seen much of that kind of character. they should make more of them for the bitches like me who are simultaneously whitewashed and a stereotype

#trash dump #mine

[shewritesinblackink]

The missing hunter - a supernatural fanfic

reposting this because i originally posted it on my main "private" blog but since i started writing more and posting more i thought why not make a blog just for that :) this fanfic takes place in the early years of the show since i’m only on season 10. I really like the vibe of the three/four first seasons. That’s also why Sam can’t crack the security camera– they haven't learned that yet :)

here's the AO3 link because i like posting there too, and i get more feedback thanks to the tags there!

part 2

words count: 2k

tw: blood, swearing, mention of a gun

part 1 - the missing member

“I don’t know what to say, Bobby,” Dean declared to the man at the other end of the phone.

The brothers were in a motel room in the middle of nowhere. Bobby had sent them there to find someone dear to him that disappeared a few days ago. But so far, they had no lead.

“Her stuff is still in the room, uh?”

Dean turned around from the parking lot to take another look at the small place. “Yeah, still here.”

There was silence and then Bobby’s voice broke through the phone’s speaker.

“That’s not like her. She might be in some kind of trouble.”

A frown appeared on Dean’s face. He'd never heard Bobby sound so helpless. That person, that woman whoever she was, must be someone precious to him.

“What do you want us to do?”

Sam was seated on the single large bed in the room, his laptop on his knees, fidgeting with the keyboard.

“I’ll give you her number. Maybe she’ll answer if it’s not me.” The pain in those last words made Dean sad. Who was she for Bobby to care so much and act like this?

Dean hung up, closed the door and walked toward Sam.

“What’d he say?”

“To try to call her.”

The look on Dean and Sam’s face said it all. They were aware the worst could have happened. Dean dialed the number and waited a few seconds before a ringtone was heard in the room. The two of them released a small sigh, stood up and searched for the device. The eldest found it under the bed, the battery almost dead and the screen cracked in half. He held it up for Sammy to see, and they both exchanged a look. Something bad definitely happened here.

They decided to go back to town and retrace every last step of the missing person. It led them to a bar on the avenue. A row of motorcycles were parked in front of the establishment, and the facade was all dark wood which added to the pouring rain and gloomy atmosphere. Everything in this town is dark and creepy, Dean thought.

They entered and were welcomed by suspicious glares from guys all around the place. Some were seated at tables drinking beer , others were playing billiards but stopped the moment the brothers appeared. The bartender shot them a look of annoyance. Clearly the people here didn't like strangers.

Nonetheless, Sam cleared his throat and asked, "Um, hi. We're looking for a young woman.”

"So am I." said a voice somewhere and the other men laughed.

Dean felt exasperated by their behavior and wanted only one thing at the moment: to get the hell out of there. So he talked, a bit too abruptly maybe. "Young, brown hair, pale skin, and approximately this size," he measured by holding up a hand. Truly he didn't know the woman, but Bobby gave them a description since he had no recent pictures of her.

The bartender snorted noisily and kept swiping off drops of water on the beer mugs in his hands.

"Depends what I get for helping you?"

There was no cooperation, and the Winchesters started to lose patience.

"Listen, buddy, it's a life or death situation here. She might be in danger, we need to find her." Dean's voice was low and raw, he could barely control himself not to punch the man in the face.

He slightly opened his brown leather jacket with the hand holding a shiny silver gun. The barman repressed an insult and took a quick look around.

“Look, if i were you, i wouldn’t show this to anyone here.” “Question of life and death.” he added pointedly to mock the brothers.

His sarcastic tone did not escape Dean, whose gaze became sharper, harder. Finally the man behind the bar started saying something interesting.

“There aren’t a lot of women comin’ in here, so yeah i remember some chick comin’ in. She sat at the bar and drank a scotch.”

Sam leaned forward, “Anything else?”. The  man grunted but continued. “There was something weird about her, like she was on edge. She was constantly looking behind her shoulder.” He put the glass behind the bar and leaned on the counter, then added “I mean maybe she didn’t feel safe here since she was the only woman.”

“Did something happen? Did she leave with someone?” Dean pressed, raising his eyebrows.

The barman seemed to think for a moment. “Yup, I think I remember her leaving with some guys.”

“Anything weird or unusual about the guy?”

“He was grabbing her by the arm. Not in a gentle way, you know. It seemed she wasn't willing to go with them.”

“And you didn’t call the police or stop them?” asked Sam almost with a shocked tone.

“Why would I?”

Dean's patience was more than thin now. If he stayed one more minute he would definitely shoot the man right here, right now. “Alright, enough. let’s go Sammy.”

“Wait,” Sam said, “which direction did they take?” The barman didn’t even bother speaking, and just pointed the way with his head.

And so they strode out of the bar toward the Impala, in the light rain that hadn’t stopped since their arrival. “Oh I swear this rain is making me crazy. Everything about this town is weird, man.” Dean muttered, his hands on the wheel, driving the car out of the parking back on the road. Since there was nothing for miles in the direction the man had indicated, they decided to go back to the motel room and wait in the car in case she showed up.

Sammy also tried to take a look at the security camera, but his skills with a laptop weren’t that sophisticated.  He couldn’t break into the town website to access the cameras. So they waited. Dean eventually went out to fetch dinner, and they waited for hours.

Finally, when they were both struggling to keep their eyes open, a silhouette appeared. In the dark night it was impossible to guess who it was, but the stranger stopped at the door of the room they were watching, and after a moment struggling with the key, the shadowy silhouette disappeared inside the room. The Winchesters didn’t waste a second and got out of the car toward the room’s door as if they weren’t about to fall asleep a second ago.

It wasn’t locked from the inside, so they pushed it slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible because who knows who was- or what was, that silhouette.

The boys entered the small room slowly, guns in hands. The lights were on but the place was empty. A noise came out from the bathroom followed by a grunt. At the very moment the brothers appeared at the bathroom’s door, the silhouette turned around and held a gun at them.

“Drop the gun! Now!”

“Who are you?”

“You, who are you?”

The three of them pointing guns at each other and yelling in confusion would’ve been a funny image if the tension was not that palpable and if the stranger was in a less miserable state.

“You’re two against one, that’s not really fair.” The voice was calm and steady but felt a bit out of breath. Indeed, the silhouette was soaked in blood, her clothes dirty with mud and rain. Her hair was a mess, clearly she hadn’t had access to any commodities for a few days.

“Wait,” said Sam, “are you y/n?”

Suspicious, the woman kept the boys at gunpoint, clutching her weapon like a lifeline. “How would you know?” she asked, her brows furrowed and her chest heavy with short breaths.

“Dean, I think it’s her.” And with that assumption they both lowered their guns. “Bobby sent us looking for you.”

“Looking for me?” she asked, as if she hadn’t understood Sam’s sentence in the first place and needed confirmation of what she heard. But all of a sudden the world started to spin and she wasn’t steady on her feet anymore. She stumbled back against the sink and let her arm fall down by her side, the gun pointed toward the ground. She placed the back of a bloodied hand against her forehead and closed her eyes tight, trying to make the room stop spinning and the white stars popping in her visions disappear.

“Hey, you alright?” Dean knew it was a stupid question considering how dirty and tired she seemed, so he added, “you hurt?”

And all y/n was capable of doing at this very moment was to stare at the two boys in front of her, her memory working like a DVD on fast forward. She couldn’t stop. Maybe didn’t want to, because her brain brought back memories she thought were long forgotten. She doubted they even remembered her at all, and at that thought her heart skipped a beat.

“Hello? Anyone in here?” Dean pressed sarcastically, like he was talking to some stupid teenager.

Getting back her senses, y/n cleared her throat and articulated a week “yeah” that sounded more like an exhausted plea. The brothers didn’t seem to buy it either, judging by the concerned look they both shot at her.

“Seriously, I'm fine. Just.. tired.”

“Where the hell were you to make Bobby worry-sick?”

What? Dawn almost choked on her own saliva. Bobby being so worried he’d send John’s boys after her? Why would he do such a thing when she’s already proved numerous times she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself? And suddenly emotions flooded in her. Not good emotions. “Why are you here? I’m a grown up, I can watch out for myself. I’ve been hunting my whole life y’know.” The words came out more harshly than she’s intended to. She stormed out of the bathroom, bumping into the boys, barely suppressing a wince because of her bruises.

In her backpack was a first aid kit. She took it and sat on the bed while taking off her dirty sweatshirt. But by the time she was opening the kit to fetch out something useful, Dean snatched it off her hands. “Hey! We’re talking to you here! We drove hours to come here because Bobby asked us to! Because he was worried you’d get yourself into trouble, and that’s how you’re thanking us?”

Dean was pissed. Sam though didn’t say a thing but gave his brother’s arm a slight hit. “Dude, c’mon. Look at her.” That’s what Dean did, he took in the messy states she was in. Blood on her left temple, trailing down her chin and neck, the right cheek looking slightly bruised. Cuts all over her arms and dirt on her hands and under her nails, even on her face. She seemed like someone who had just spent hours in filthy air ducts. Or in the forest running after something– or running for her life maybe.

No one said a word for what seemed to be an eternity, then y/n stood up slowly and walked back to the bathroom to try to wash out her hands, arms and face. She winced every time she touched a cut or a bruise but did not let it show. She was facing John’s boys, and she knew by experience that there were nothing that could make them flinch. So she did what she always forced herself to do since she met them when they were only kids. She clenched her jaw, and kept her composure as neutral as she could– but she was so tired, the dark circles under her eyes said it all.

#fanfic writing #fanfic #writing fanfic #spn fanfic #supernatural #supernatural fanfic #fanfiction blog #supernatural dean #dean winchester #sam winchester #bobby singer #supernatural bobby #supernatural sam #y/n x dean winchester #dean x y/n #mc insert #original character #original main character insert

[llendrinall]

So you want to write a bilingual character

Because people found this post on Hispanism on OFMD useful for fic writing, I thought I could delve a bit into writing bilingualism. I want to keep this brief, lest I get too much into linguistics, so I’m doing it as a Q/A.

Do I need to speak the other language to write a bilingual character?

Certainly not. Google translate can do the job. But you need to understand how languages work so you can avoid stupid literal translations. To be safe, it’s better that you stick to single words, simple sentences and avoid figurative speech.

 Figurative speech. What’s that?

Any expression in which you are using an image. For example, when I say “I head to work” How will “head” be translated? Will I get a “going to” or will I get a literal floating head that I throw to the job?

If you are using popular languages (English, Spanish, probably French) automatic translators will detect figurative speech and correct as necessary. I recommend Google because it learns with time and use and it’s pretty accurate, but with less popular languages the translation is chunkier.

 Do I write their accent?

I would say no. You can, but it makes reading those lines harder. Especially if your readers are not native speakers. They will have to sound the words to figure out what they are supposed to mean.

Consider: “Bill is very busy at ze moment, working very 'ard, and I only work part-time at Gringotts for my Eenglish, so he brought me 'ere for a few days to get to know 'is family properly.”

Here, foreign readers have to add the missing –h and realize that ze=the. Not impossible, but it can be frustrating.

You can have an accent! but it’s not the only way to show someone is a foreign speaker. So, think if it’s worth the strain for your readers. If some of your readers will have to read that line twice, give them something for their trouble. Is there a word in particular the characters always get wrong? Is there any confusion between two words? Do other characters also find it difficult to understand?

 Fine, no accents. So can they spout some words in their language?

Eeeeeeh… it depends. Usually bilinguals are very adept at keeping languages apart, but not always. Say hello to our friend “code switching” which is what happens when we change from one language to another. The Wikipedia page tells a lot about it, but for now you only need to know there are four types:

 Outside the sentence: “Santa madre de Dios, dame paciencia,” said Jim. “Listen, guys, you all know me…”

Inside the sentence: “It’s all that bastardito’s fault”

In the tag: “If you don’t do as I say, I will throw you overboard, ¿Vale?”

In the word: This is harder to explain, but one word takes morphemes from the other language. Like taking Italian “ravioli” and adding and –s for plural, “raviolis” when the original was already in plural.

 The key is not so much which word they are saying in a different language, but where they are saying it. Outside or in the tag are more common, especially for emphasis. Inside the sentence when there is a slight difference in the translation (ie: frijol and bean are not the same thing) or it’s not something used everyday (like the pieces of a car engine).

 But what words will they not know?

The middle ones. No one is forgetting the common, easy, ones. (Yes, no, up, down, later, come, stop…) They may use them in their own language if they are part of the tag or in informal conversation, but no one is going to struggle for three sentences to remember how to say “yes”.

Also, not the rare ones either (susurrus, prosaic, erudite…) because those words tend to a) be similar across languages of the same family (and if we have a Romance speaker with English, they will be common words to them) b) be deliberately taught. It depends on when and how your character learned the second language, but it is not rare that second-language speakers use high words with low grammar.  

So it will be the middle ones, not super easy but not difficult. Words they know, but temporarily forget, or words they simply haven’t come across yet like a cooking implement, a machine, a very specific action, etc.

 I am not comfortable writing anything in that other language. What do?

Then your bilingual character will have to do some negotiation and circumlocution This happens when the speakers knows they lack the word, but rather than bringing one from their first language, they explain what they mean. For example:

 “He was a gentleman for sure, capt’n. He had nice hair and a white hanky showing out of his sleeves.”

“Oh? Did he have lace cuffs?”

 Can I see an example of everything?

Here, just because I like this exchange.

“Can’t you shield yourself with a potion of pearl and-? What’s the word, you put it in water, connard, comment dit-on? Savon. That’s sapon, sapot, sopon. Arrg, ça me soule!”

“Soap” said Draco.

Here we have Fleur 1) negotiating (you put it in water) 2) talking in French to herself, not to her audience, and 3) trying out different versions while immediately knowing those aren’t it. She knows the word! But she can get it. It happens.

 Anything else?

Yes. Interferences or language transfers. This is when we get some unexpected foreign language in our own! This requires at least some familiarity with the other language because transfers mimic one language while using the second one. For example, the expression in English “no can do” (what a weird way to express a negative, isn’t it?) is mimicking Chinese grammar with English words as blocks!

Transfers manifest with words in a funny order, unexpected prepositions and such. For example, speakers of Romance languages always try to coordinate nouns and adjectives in English.  “Blacks sails” rather than “black sails”.

I have more questions. Can I send you an ask?

I am not a linguistics professor, but sure.

#writing #meta #jim jimenez #bilingualism #ofmd

[analogskullerosis]

The lovely @poppy-ghost tagged me to put my spotify repeat playlist on shuffle and post the first 10 songs. So, here we go!

"Please Don't Go Girl" - New Kids on the Block

This is tied with being my favorite NKotB song (1st place is "Tonight") and I love everything about this song and it's absolutely batshit stupid video. First, I think all five boys are dating the same woman?? Because the video starts with her leaving Danny's house, then she gets into a cab and Joey (who is a child holding a flower to a woman clearly older than him) starts singing at her, then Jordan chimes in with "I love you, I guess I always will." There's a point where Jordan is singing to her while she's waiting for a train but also the other four are there with him? I just like to imagine they're all in a polycule, except the boys aren't dating each other, they just have joint custody of one woman and she's leaving all of them at the same time.

Also, I always like adding a comma to the title so it reads "Please Don't Go, Girl" implying that the person they're singing to is named "Girl." 80s pop is wonderful. I love this song. I should do a full write-up of it someday.

2. "Slow It Down" - Kim Petras

This was done years before she unleashed the masterpiece Slut Pop into the world and I like this song a lot because it's sensual and intimate and I don't think there are enough songs anymore about taking things slow and finding a comfort zone with someone you have a lot of affection for. Disregarding her habit of choosing to work with people that land her in hot water (Dr. Luke and Nicki Minaj in particular) I genuinely think she's a trailblazer and someone who is doing really good work.

3. "Nice to You" - Vulfmon & Jacob Jefferies

The combination of pop punk vocals and low-volume funk has been one of the greatest things I've heard this year. Jacob Jefferies is wonderfully obnoxious with his vocals and this whole song is wonderful. This is coming from somebody who absolutely hates this style of vocal but hot damn he just makes it works. It sounds genuine but there's just enough tongue-in-cheekness to make the thing remain funny. It's good stuff.

4. "2 Wheel Drive" - Magdalena Bay

I've written about my love for Magdalena Bay before, so I'll keep this brief: This song is very fun and when those synths kick in at 1:45 I am transported to another world, mini mix vol. 3 is very good and worth your time, I absolutely adore their video editing work and I wish I could make something otherworldly like this, I want to give Mica Tenenbaum a nice, shiny quarter and ask her kindly if she would kick me in the head.

5. "SWEET / I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO DANCE" - Tyler, the Creator

"Still on the boat!"

"Call me if you get lost!"

This is still Tyler's best song (although "WHARF TALK" and "SORRY NOT SORRY" are fighting for that title for me). I think this is one of those songs that just shows off everything people love about the guy and what he's created. Every part of this is just wonderful and it's the biggest standout on CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST for me. While I'm on it, The Estate Sale was very good and is worth your time if you haven't given that a listen yet.

6. "Arcadia" - Goose

I just started listening to Goose and I think they're pretty cool. This is their best song that I've heard so far. That chorus is very infectious and earwormy. Fun to sing along to when you're driving somewhere in your car. I also think "Arcadia" is a cool song title. Iss good.

7. "Best of My Love" - The Eagles

The Eagles are responsible for a lot of shitty corporate boomer radio rock. They're a seventies band that are never getting the Pink Floyd or Led Zeppelin critical reappraisal (they were reviled then and unlike Floyd and Zeppelin, they still are. It's deserved). This one is really good though. Has a lot of heart to it and I don't think the band ever harmonized better than they did on this song.

8. "There Are Worse Things I Could Do" - Sophie Ellis-Bextor

During the days of Covid lockdown back in 2020, famed British pop singer Sophie Ellis-Bextor did a series of Instagram livestreams that she called "Live From the Kitchen Disco." In these livestreams, she would decorate her kitchen (and sometimes other rooms in her house) and sing songs in her house. Usually she sang her own songs, but sometimes she sang disco songs she liked. The instrumentals were always provided via karaoke versions. Her husband would be behind the camera and sometimes her kids would make appearances and dance around and do stuff in the background. It was a really cute series that I loved a lot and it was a nice way to keep going through tough times.

Anyway, she brought that concept with her on stage when concert performances and touring became possible again and it's just as good and fun! "There Are Worse Things I Could Do" is one of my favorite songs from Grease and I think this is a good performance of it.

9. "New Guru" - Vulfpeck

If you want my full, unbridled thoughts on one of the best funk songs of this decade, you can find it here on my other blog. :)

10. "Freedom! '90" - George Michael

There's so much I love about this song. Every note of this thing is infectious. Every second of this song just feels empowering and if you're leaving a shitty situation (bad relationship, bad job, etc.) then every time "freedom" is chanted just feels all the sweeter.

One thing that has always fascinated me about this song is how much of its existence is owed to the success of the Faith album in 1987. I don't think there are a lot of "response songs" about an era that brought you more success than you could ever dream of. I always got the feeling that George Michael grappled with wanting to be a successful superstar but never wanting to be constrained by all the trappings that being a superstar brings.

"Freedom" is a song (and theme) that followed George for his entire career. "Freedom" was originally on Wham!'s Make It Big album in 1984 during his carefree younger days (freedom from responsibility), then the chorus melody reappeared on a church organ in the beginning of "Faith" for his big solo pop move (freedom from Wham!), and then it reaches its final form here (freedom from needing to cater to what people want you to be). Listen Without Prejudice era George is my favorite era of his career to study because it's a giant superstar shying away from the spotlight and letting only the music speak for him. He's nowhere on the album cover, doesn't appear in any videos from this time, and he didn't really give a ton of interviews for this album. He was a fascinating figure and I think there's still a lot to learn about the guy.

Anyhoo, those are my 10! Thanks for tagging me! I want to tag these friends: @cowgirliee, @memento-more-tea, @wolf-tree, @themarvelousinterrobang, @xrinsohma, and anybody else who sees this and has interest (you can say I tagged you! :D)

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Music tags!

I got a couple music related tags the past few days so I thought I'd combine them all into this post! First we're combining the 10 song ask from @vcaudley with the soundtrack tag from @ink-flavored intooo 10 soundtrack songs! I already have made three soundtracks before, as well as for all my other wips so I'll be mostly picking from there. I'll keep this limited to Phei of the Wind because that's the project I'm trying to finish right now. It's getting pretty long AND there's a second tag game below the cut so that's why I've added that cut. I've also added some lyrics from each ! If they have lyrics that is, and translated the non-english ones. I hope you find some new music to love <3

Tin Can Ride - Gregory and the Hawk

This list will feature a lot of songs about people being out of place and I feel like this song slots in nicely. It's soft yet hides a certain sorrow behind that sweet demeanor. If it weren't so nigh, time you'd be screaming out If it weren't your kid, you would give into doubt But these days you're trying to quit, like those smiles that he fooled you with

Lost - scntfc

This one is from the soundtrack to the game Oxenfree, where a character hears this play. It's the sound of their mother, singing them to bed as they search for them. Phei features a similar journey where she searches for her mother she knows to be gone, but she can't help but try. Regardless, just listening to it makes me cry too so...

Surely Someday - Fukuharu Miho

I think this song is just hauntingly beautiful, both the lyrics and the way it's presented. It's once again, about meeting someone out of reach. Seeing a pattern here?

Faults I deemed correct it was you who made me realise that what is right can shine through too

ekki hugsa - Ólafur Arnalds

The title translates to 'don't think' and that's a lesson I've taken so much from. It's not specifically related to the novel (although perhaps it is), but it is mostly how it taught me to just go for it. Don't think too much about what could happen, what others may think and so forth. Just write from the heart and all will be well.

We'll be Gone - Douwe Bow

Another one of my favourites. Shit I'm getting emotional just writing about them. ANYWAY. The harmonies combined with the lyrics are just breathtaking. I won't go into too much detail as to why it fits so well, you'll figure that one out eventually when you read it~!

Say goodbye little darling to the darkness When we go we can leave the light on 'Cause tonight, the night will be harmless And tomorrow when they find us we'll be gone

jikan ga nai - Kirinji

This one slots in nicely next to ekki hugsa. It's a song about how life is too short to limit yourself to anything. Even though scalians live quite long lives, and Phei is the youngest of them all she has to live for herself. Luckily cloudbreak provides exactly that opportunity.

It look like I've lost sight of the important things Let me tell you about everything I've seen

Starman - David Bowie

There isn't much difference between an alien holding secrets of the cosmos and a little bird whose people have been forgotten is there? Also everyone needs more David Bowie in their lives.

There's a starman waiting in the sky He'd like to come and meet us But he think he'll blow ours minds

King and Lionheart - Of Monsters and Men

If you haven't heard the arrangment they made for their concert at Vatnagarðar you have to stop what you're doing and listen. It's just magical. Songs like this (and also Starman and We'll be Gone) are songs that made me pick up the guitar as an instrument so they'll always be special to me. The lyrics match really quite well to the state of the world in Phei of the Wind. Lots of ghosts that have been haunting under the ocean and coming up.

Howling ghosts, they reappear In mountains that are stacked with fear But you're a king and I'm a lionheart And as the world comes to an end I'll be here to hold your hand 'Cause you're my king and I'm your lionheart

Árbakkinn - Ólafur Arnalds and Einar Georg Einarsson

Two Ólafur songs on my posts? Who would have thought. The poem read at the beginning is written by a very kind man who lived in same town as I did when I lived in Iceland, and is an ode to a nearby creek. The way the piece builds up is magnificent, and the way it links nature to the human heart is quite central to the meaning of it all in Phei of the Wind.

From ancient fire Sound from the ground I hear the noise In my heart

inochi no namae - Hisaishi Jō

To finish it off I'd like to add Hirohashi Makiko's arrangment of the song from Miyazaki's Spirited Away. If there is one piano composition that catches the bright and light yet slightly melancholic sense of Phei of the Wind, this is it. Perfection, really.

And then as promised, the other tag game from @jasperygrace to link one piece to every main character! Luckily the story only really has three, so the post won't get too much longer. Picking just one was hard but I'm happy with my choices ^^

Phei Sageblossom Voyager - Birdy

If the wind is on my side I might leave tonight I hate to disappoint you, but I've always been this way And I know you need me here, but I know that I won't stay

Aspen Oceaan - Racoon

An ocean to flee into Never having to be jealous Love to clear your heart An ocean, how great would it be

Noahk a life - Ōnuki Taeko & Sakamoto Ryūichi

Let's only protect the things I don't want to let go.

And that was all! If you've made it this far you have my heart <33 And please do one of these tags yourself! I'd love to talk about the music related to your projects either through a mention or a dm, so please tag me if you do!!

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#5

yeah yeah mr sandman man me a sand but what about Hob belting "sweet dreams are made of this" at Dream, drunk in his kitchen at 4 am while Dream pretends (and utterly fails) not to fall in love all over

877 notes - Posted December 1, 2022

#4

Inspired by this absolutely precious dreamling art by @anabimelo ! &lt;3

The first time, Dream doesn’t do it on purpose.

He visits the New Inn as he has taken to doing a little more often than perhaps he should, and finds Hob with bruised skin beneath his eyes and a stack of unmarked exams scattered all around him.

“I can return at a better time if you are busy?” Dream offers; he would very much like Hob’s company, but he dislikes seeing him tired like this—much more, he would dislike adding to the reasons for it.

“Stay,” Hob requests, doubt flickering across his face before he nods at the bench beside him.

Dream has been finding himself increasingly incapable of denying Hob anything. He very carefully ignores the implications of said condition.

“Are you certain?” he asks. “You appear to be stressed.”

“All the more reason for a break,” Hob says, waving him off. “You could tell me about… just anything, really. News of your realm? How is the rebuilding going?”

Dream has been trying to become better about this—telling Hob his name and his purpose, all those minute implications that come with it—and so he does.

He speaks of the restoration process of the library, and Lucienne’s tireless work. He spins the stories that make up the inhabitants of the Dreaming and their various histories, while life in the pub keeps playing out around them, a comforting lull that never once disturbs their quiet bubble.

Hob listens, even as his eyes seem to grow heavier, exhaustion radiating off of him.

The first time is not on purpose, and so when Hob Gadling rests his head on Dream’s shoulder, drifting off into his realm, Dream freezes. He is painfully, viscerally aware of the warm weight of Hob’s head, the hair tickling his neck, the soft cadence of Hob’s breathing now pressed against Dream’s side.

Within his chest, something awfully close to a heart is thrashing against its bone-coloured constraints.

The implicit trust is almost overwhelming, would be too much if it wasn’t Hob; Hob, who is muttering a name in this early stage of sleep that he has learnt only months ago, pressing his nose into Dream’s neck as if to build himself a home there.

Dream can do little but breathe, can do little but wrap the magic of his realm around them so that he can carry Hob to his bed without waking him.

He lingers, for the briefest of moments, witnessing Hob’s sleep.

He ignores the blooming tenderness within his chest, too.

While the first time was an accident, the following instances are not.

Hob doesn’t mention it the next time they see each other, as their meetings spill over from the Inn to strolls through London’s early autumn streets and into Hob’s flat. They huddle up on Hob’s sofa, as Hob talks about anything and everything, and nudges Dream to do the same.

So he does; he talks about Matthew and Rose and Jed, about his siblings and his plans for the Dreaming. He lets his voice drop low, lets it drag and curl through the room and wrap around Hob like the magic of lullabies that people dream of.

When Hob’s head comes to rest on his shoulder once more, Dream forgets that he does not need to breathe. He forgets the weight of eternal responsibility that usually presses down on his spine, forgets the phantom coldness of glass and steel, and comes alive beneath the steady, never-ending rhythm of Hob’s breathing. --- So it becomes a habit. Selfishly, Dream builds himself a sanctuary between the sleeping mind and the waking form of his only friend.

He allows his voice to coax Hob into his realm and pretends not to see the knowing glint in Hob’s eyes. He talks of his past and his present and his future as if of gifts that are simple to hand out, and he offers them all up at Hob’s feet for the comfort of his warmth against Dream’s shoulder. For how, without fail, Hob’s calloused hands will find his. How, without fail, once Dream puts him to bed after taking his fill of the warmth, Hob’s fingers will still curl into the insubstantial fabric of Dream’s clothes as if asking him to stay.

It has nothing to do with him, really, and there is only so much Dream can allow himself to indulge. So he never does, no matter how much the longing is threatening to swallow him whole—to lie down beside Hob, to press his nose into the tender skin of Hob’s throat. To pull the covers over them and bask in Hob Gadling’s warmth as if he were the sun and Dream the thawing ice of early spring.

So he never does, until one night, Hob’s grip on his clothes does not loosen; instead, he blinks up at Dream with drowsy eyes that are full of fond exasperation.

He shouldn’t be, is the thing. No mere human should possess the strength to tear themselves out of the Dreaming’s grasp—not with Dream’s attention on them, with no nightmare or outside force to throw them back to waking.

Hob Gadling has not been an ordinary human in a considerable time. He is blinking up at Dream, slow but awake, awake, awake. He says, “Stay. Please.”

Dream’s throat is dry, air stuttering through insubstantial lungs; part of him is tempted to step back into his realm and the safety of its loneliness.

Hob’s fingers are still warm against the skin of his wrist. Beneath the exhaustion and the hope and the quiet confidence, Dream can read the nervous anticipation as if in bold letters.

You have been staying for months now, he seems to say. Will you let me stay with you too, finally, finally?

Dream has been finding himself increasingly incapable of denying Hob anything; Hob’s constant, gentle tenacity renders it impossible, at last.

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1,009 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

#3

everyone else might've moved on but I'm still here actually

1,466 notes - Posted September 1, 2022

#2

Something about the scene in The Sound of Her Wings where Dream and Death are arriving at the old man's house, and they hear the violin and Dream goes, "I know this piece; I haven't heard it in 200 years" with such wonder makes me SO emotional because it's like. Later on we also see him talking to Shakespeare, intrigued by hearing him claim he wants to make people have dreams, and we know Dream is creative, has to be to create endless dreams and nightmares, and it's just - to create and to indulge in art is such a human thing to do, isn't it? That doesn't mean only humans do it, of course, but it's perhaps what links him most to humanity and I love the use of it here so so much because after Burgess and everything, his view of humanity is obviously and understandably.... soured. But the episode goes about reminding him about what being human also means in such a beautiful way, and one so important part of that is art in all its forms and it is in Schubert's unfinished piece and it is in Shakespeare's wish to write great plays to inspire men, it's in the urge to create to leave something behind but also for the simple sake and joy of it, and then it is also in Hob's utter zest for life, his want to see and experience it all and to reinvent himself over and over and god it makes me so emotional just thinking about.

anyway not to make this even longer but you can't tell me Dream doesn't keep up with the music and art and literature of humanity at least somewhat and it makes sense, doesn't it, because how much of art is dreaming? And don't even get me started on how all of this relates back to his ex wife being a muse like!!! God.

1,577 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I just think that once Dream wrapped his head around that yes, he is going to court one Hob Gadling, there would be handkissing. First the proper, courteous kind where the mouth does not even touch skin. Then Dream would brush Hob's knuckles, just slightly. After a few months, he'd press his mouth to the point of Hob's pulse. It's when something irrevocably changes between them.

It wouldn't end there, though. Dream would kiss Hob's fingertips, rough with callouses, and marvel at the humanity of him. He would press his mouth to open palms as if returning an act of worship. Would kiss Hob's hands, sometimes deliberately and sometimes unconsciously, in acceptance of all the violence they have wrought, and in gratitude for all the tenderness they bring, for the neverending work they commit themselves to, and the pleasure they bring.

Meanwhile, Hob is just absolutely losing his mind from the first time Dream leaned over his hand and looked up at him from beneath his lashes, lips just shy of meeting skin.

3,197 notes - Posted October 3, 2022

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New Fic Challenge: PEN PAL CHALLENGE TAKE TWO (AKA ULTIMATE RARE PAIRS)

New Deadline: September 15, 2022

Hello Friends!! 

Well, listen. I can admit when I’ve made a mistake. 🙈

While people here are very into rare pairs, normally, it seems like the parameters for this challenge (as they were first posted) may have made things a little TOO difficult. Or at least, not very exciting because it took the “chemistry” element out of the equation. Which is like, 97% of the fun of fanfiction. Oops. My bad. Sorry 'bout that. I really thought y'all would be more into crack ships. 😂

Anyway, here’s an attempt to modify those guidelines so that it’s a bit more relaxed, but still encourages people to play with those international franchises that don’t get as much attention. And also, still keeps the spirit of @laineecope’s original suggestion. 

Revised Guidelines, Submission Instructions, Randomizer Tool, and a little Prompt List below after the cut. Feel free to send an ask if you have more questions, requests, prompts, headcanons, thoughts, artwork, playlists, or anything to contribute. XOXO

***NOTE: If you have begun writing something based on the original guidelines, you can absolutely still use it!! These rules are less restrictive, but following the old rules would still make your fic perfectly fine.***

Revised Guidelines: 

So, we’re still trying to find rare pairs, and we’re still trying to put a spotlight on international queens. Here’s another way to get there that’s hopefully less rigid: Choose a pairing, romantic or not, where at LEAST one of the queens:

> Appeared on a Televised Drag Competition that was *not* the flagship US RPDR Seasons 1-14 (An International Season of Drag Race, Dragula, Queen of Drags, Queen of the Universe, etc).

> Appeared on US RPDR but was born outside of the USA, or is not a citizen of the US/was not a citizen when they competed*

Write a fic - any length, any genre - using the theme of “pen pals.” (If you’re not sure where to begin, there’s a list of prompts below to help you get started. And YES, ‘pen pal’ can be any form of written communication, not just postal letters. So online friends, people who meet on social media/messageboards/etc would 100% qualify here.) 

Suggestion (not a requirement, just an idea) - though you could go in a romantic direction with any of these, it would be a cool challenge to really explore gen fic and the power and importance of friendship and found family.

If the other queen(s) in your main ship are from the same franchise, then consider adding in supporting character(s) from a 2nd or even 3rd franchise as friends, coworkers, classmates, etc.

For a fun alternate/speed challenge: Set a timer for an hour or two and write one round of “letters” back and forth.

Remember that the above guidelines are not enforceable. No one is grading you and this is all just for fun. Basically, if you submit anything and tag it with the fic challenge, then that’s awesome and I love you and so will anyone who reads it.

*Please keep in mind that Puerto Ricans are United States Citizens. But also, See the last bullet point.

Submission Instructions: Please tag your stories with “fic challenge” and “pen pals.” In your author’s note, tell us which franchises your queens are from and what nationalities they are, if relevant. Have fun! XOXO 

Randomizer to help select queens from across the RPDR franchises. 

Revised Prompt List: 

Queens began as pen pals when they were younger and are now roommates. 

Queens began as pen pals and it’s a friends to lovers type scenario. 

Using a literary device of the actual letters or messages back and forth, possibly over the course of a long time period to see how feelings and their writing styles and personalities change as the years go by. 

A catfishing situation with one queen getting suspicious and an eventual confrontation. 

“Pen Pal” used in a more modern sense to mean “met online and became friends through social media or another messaging platform”

Meeting in person and eventually figuring out that they’d been pen pals many years earlier as children or teenagers. Possibly having helped each other through very rough times.

#fic challenge guidelines