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INTRODUCING: WYATT WEAVER
Full Name: Wyatt Gabriel Weaver
Birthdate: June 13th, 1993
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Species: Human
Family: Eric Weaver (Father), Amanda Weaver, née Gibson (Mother), Morgan "Mouse" Weaver (Daughter)
Love Interest: Kurt Hummel
Friends: Sabine Mitchell, Rachel Berry, Sam Evans, Artie Abrams, Mercedes Jones
Likes: Foxes, flannels, cross stitch, the woods, nostalgic cartoons, fall season, playing in piles of leaves, spending time with Mouse, animals, playing guitar, sketching
Dislikes: Being restricted, being tied down, bullies, when it's too quiet
Phobias: Darkness
Style: Flannels, jeans, worker boots, beanies, sweaters, wears a braided bracelet made by mouse and an M necklace Sabine gifted him
Speech: American accent, rough voice, sir-swears-a-lot but only when his kid isn't around, only raises his voice when he needs to be authoritative
Physical Quirks/Scars: Rough hands from working, crooked right pinky from it being broken badly as a kid
Personality: Kind, caring, hard-working, adventurous, funny, free-spirited, musical, reckless
Background: Born and raised in a small town in Pennsylvania, Wyatt has always been a sturdy working hand and a good help for his father when they would do woodwork. Right before starting middle school, Wyatt's parents moved the family to Lima, Ohio, where they were meant to have a fresh start with his parents taking on new jobs and working towards providing a good future for their son. Wyatt makes fast but frenzied friends with Sabine Mitchell. The two hang out on and off in the woods and it is through Sabine, that Wyatt meets one Kurt Hummel. Wyatt knows exactly who he is, but he also knows where he lives and who he goes to school with. So instead of facing the music, he hides behind hookups and dumb dares at parties. It isn't until Sabine distances herself from him during her time with the Cheerios that Wyatt realizes that without her, he doesn't have any real friends. When one of his hookups leads to an accidental pregnancy, Wyatt is thrown into a situation he never saw himself getting into. Suddenly, he has to learn to slow down and focus on his original goals with the added bonus of a baby on his hip.
Faceclaim: Miles Robbins
TAGLIST: @waterloou @eddysocs @ocs-supporting-ocs @foxesandmagic @veetlegeuse @decennia @hiddenqveendom @arrthurpendragon @luucypevensie @richitozier @noratilney @wordspin-shares @oneirataxia-girl @endless-oc-creations @lucys-chen @andromedalestrange @far-shores @daughter-of-melpomene
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⋆ NAME?: Meera, Mina (like the Dracula 1897 novel character), M, my writer name is Melpomene or xxmelpomenexx
⋆ PRONOUNS?: they/them
⋆ MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: ... too many to list them all, see here, on this blog particularly: Benjamin Tallmadge, Banastre Tarleton, Eliza "Betsey" Hamilton, Elphaba Thropp and John André be living rent-free in my head these days.
⋆ RP PET PEEVES?: every "canon" character was once an original character (unless the canon is based on rpf/historical real people) so stop being mean to original characters!! media doesn't exist in a bubble!! besides that, biphobia/queerphobia/queer erasure/canonical bi erasure, fandom racism and fandom misogyny.
⋆ EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: I used to be on the cursed b.ird a.pp, and I've been writing some way since I was 11(ish), I used to L.ARP, I've only been on T.umblr for like 2-4(?) years, but I am comfy here, so... I am staying.
⋆ FLUFF, ANGST, OR S.MUT?: all the above. all is good. My one guidline is: S.mut with plot preferably, unless it is Audrey then she is a bi w.hore (affectionate), she will sleep around across the gender spectrum, oops? That, and my tag is xxmelpomenexx for a reason, so angst with plot and intention. Bonus points if we manage all 3 in a storyline.
⋆ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: I say I am medium/match length. I try to be short. It has never ever worked.
⋆ TIME TO WRITE?: every day of the week and weekend except Thursdays and Sundays (for irl obligations reasons), also I am spotty roughly half the year because of school stuff, but, save for that, just send me memes or message and we're good. I am semi-selective for time constraint reasons I am really not picky at all.
Borrowed from: @honorhearted (thanks Maddie <3)
Tagging: @smiletimeisrunningout, @eclipsecrowned, @gentlejack, and @historiavn <3
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The Venom in Your Skin
https://archiveofourown.org/works/51887050
by Melpomene (Aconitehart)
Derek's voice is low, soothing. The warm water and the smell of violets slowly tease the tension out of Stiles' muscles. His eyelids flutter for one blissful moment before he remembers. He jerks up, water sloshing over the edge of the tub, and says, "Don't let me fall asleep, Derek, please."
"Okay," Derek says, his eyes wide. "Just - it's okay, I'll keep you awake, I promise."
Stiles gets settled, leaning back again. He chews his bottom lip, just enough to hurt, to keep him awake and anchored to this moment in time.
He knows, more than anything, that Derek can handle any threat that comes for them. He has nothing but faith and trust in Derek and the strength of their pack. But that's not to say that he has faith in himself. Sure, he has magic. But his magic comes from his bond with Derek.
Without Derek, Stiles is nothing.
Derek will survive this new threat to Beacon Hills, Stiles is certain. But he doesn't know if he can do this again.
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In which Stiles and Derek need to return to Beacon Hills to handle another threat.
Words: 7898, Chapters: 1/8, Language: English
Series: Part 3 of Bruised Like Violets
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: M/M
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes, Kira Yukimura, Peter Hale, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Lydia Martin
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Rimming, Knotting, Breeding, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Magical Derek Hale, Morally Grey Stiles, Horror Elements, Tarot, Codependency, Claiming Bites, Alpha Derek Hale
read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51887050
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Hullo my darling, so here goes
Kenshin - Ikemen Sengoku
Element - Fire Tree - Hawthorn Muse - I'm stuck between Melpomene and Erato (gleep) I ...choose Erato
Keiji - Ikemen Sengoku
Element - Soul Tree - Willow Muse - Euterpe
Comte - Ikemen Vampire
Element - Time Tree - Rowan Muse - Clio
Arthur - Ikemen Vampire
Element - Soul Tree - Birch Muse - Calliope
Chevalier - Ikemen Prince
Element - Ether Tree - Ash Muse - Polyhymnia
This is the last ask of lady scruffymctee. You can find the others in the follower celebration masterlist. This one came out pretty damn spicy! Approx. 1000 words of Fire, Hawthorn - defense, and Erato - eroticism.
Kenshin felt a warmth in his belly from good sake and good company. His beloved kept his cup full and shared his wealth of pickled plums. He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her close to kiss her cheek.
“Hey! I almost spilled my drink. You’ve got to warn a girl before you do that,” she laughed. Then kissed him lightly on the lips.
Shingen sighed from his seat on the other side of her. “If only an angel would bless me with such sweetness.”
Kenshin scowled. Shingen was always flirting with the chatelaine, making such statements.
“I’m sure the right girl will come along, Shingen,” she said, patting his hand.
He set his other hand on top of hers. “I don’t think there is another beauty your equal.”
The chatelaine blushed. “There are lots of other girls that -”
Kenshin pulled her back from Shingen and into his lap. “You will stop complimenting my woman.” Of course, settling her against him had been a mistake. He was suddenly very aware of her warm skin, her soft hair. The clean, sweet scent of her. He nearly forgot Shingen’s forwardness in a sudden rush of desire.
“Oh? Should I insult her instead?” His fellow warlord teased.
“I’d kill you for it.” Kenshin stood, lifting the chatelaine with him. “We are going to bed.”
The chatelaine gasped. “What? But it’s still so early!”
Shingen chuckled as if he understood exactly why. His knowing smile spread wider. “That’s too bad.” His dark eyed gaze lingered on the chatelaine with obvious meaning.
Kenshin did not deign to reply. He carried her out of the room and into the hall.
“Are we seriously going to bed already? The sun isn’t even all the way down.” She squirmed in his arms.
He brought his face close to hers and met her beautiful eyes with his own mismatched gaze. “We are not going to sleep.”
Her lips parted in surprise and heat flushed her cheeks. “We aren’t?”
Kenshin could not bear how precious she was, looking at him like that. Such a wanton gaze mixed with her innocent nature. He kissed her hungrily. What he lacked in finesse he made up for in fire. He wanted her to forget Shingen’s blandishments, to protect her from that hot-eyed gaze. He wanted her all to himself, and he put all of his desire into his embrace.
She trembled in his arms and let out a long, soft sigh as the kiss broke. “Holy cats.”
He smiled to see the slightly dazed expression she wore, the heat in her eyes. Kenshin carried her to their room and set her down on the futon. He settled himself atop her, resting his weight on an elbow. He caught the hand Shingen had held, and brought it to his lips. “This is mine.” He kissed the tip of her smallest finger. “And this,” he nipped the tip of the next one. “And this as well.” He suckled it lightly, grazing his teeth along her skin.
“K-kenshin . . .” She breathed his name with longing, a shiver running through her.
His next kiss landed on her palm and then her wrist. “Mine.”
A little whimper of pleasure and need escaped her lips. “I - I don’t know how you make me feel like this. Kissing m-my hand.”
“Like what,” he asked, turning her hand over to nip the spot Shingen’s fingers had touched. He would erase the memory of any other man’s touch. She was his beloved. He would keep her safe from the roving eyes and ill intentions of other men. Safe from all but him.
“Like . . . I am hot. Inside. Little bursts of - of fireworks.”
Kenshin allowed himself a small, proud smile. He had never been sure of himself, in these intimate moments. He lacked Shingen’s vast experience. But he could please the one woman he cared to, and that was all that mattered.
He untied her kimono, sliding his hand under the fabric to cup her breast. “Mine,” he said softly. He rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
She gasped, pressing up into his touch. “K-kenshin . . .”
“Mhmm?” He leaned forward, kissing along her neck and down to her collarbone.
“A-are you jealous? Of Shingen?”
Kenshin paused, thoughtful. Was he jealous of Takeda? “No. I know you are mine. But I want to ensure every bit of you knows it as well.” He let his hand go lower, replacing his teasing fingers with his lips. As his tongue taunted the hard little pearl of her nipple, his finger traced her pelvic bone, drawing lazy circles across her low belly.
She arched into his touch, a moan escaped her parted lips.
His fingers traced lower still, stroking the soft down of her mound. He did not think he could hold himself back much longer. Not with the sounds she made. Not with the feel of her heat at his fingertips. Yet there were so many kisses he had yet to place. Entire swaths of virgin skin he needed to claim.
Kenshin tried to steady his breath as he kissed the space between her breasts, nipping her shoulder. Patience was a virtue. Delay would make the conquest sweeter.
“Mine,” the chatelaine breathed, and for a moment, he did not understand. Then he felt the caress of her fingers as they made their way beneath his clothes, shifting the fabric aside. She stroked her palm down his hardened length.
His hips bucked forward into her touch, and an ache settled in his balls. It seemed his lover knew what she wanted him to claim next, and how. He was afraid he would not be gentle with her, not with this need raging hot through his veins. But he saw in her eyes a matching passion. A hunger as deep as his.
Kenshin moved her hand from him. He wanted to tell her that he belonged to her, body and soul, but words were beyond him. He could only speak in the language of lovers’ touches. In the desperate thrusting rhythm of desire. He took her then, driving deep, and she took him. Kenshin lost himself to the feel of her, the sound of her pleasure, the scent and taste of her skin.
#ikemen sengoku#ikesen kenshin#kenshin uesugi#fanfiction#fanfic#otome#otome guys#ikesen smut#a little spicy
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GET TO KNOW THE AUTHOR
name: Meera. 🇮🇳
Also answers to Melpomene, xxmelpomenexx, M, Toreador, Mx Quaintrelle, Mx Tallmadge.2 (In American Revolution fandom), Lestat’s spouse and Lawyer (in the vampire chronicles fandom), and Mx Mina, or Mina.
pronouns: they/them, also, bi af. 💖💜��
Gender? We don’t do that here! 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
preference of communication: tumblr dm or discord. Just be direct and say what you mean as kindly as possible. I’m autistic-adhd-bpd. I rely on reading tone and trust, I freak out if I can’t understand what you mean. I’d rather you talk too much then to little. 💞
Connect on discord.
experience/how many years: been doing RP/LARP/Writing/creative work since I was 10. I’m 20 in July. 10 years. I’m majoring in creative writing & publishing, minoring in history and social science and doing a year of general arts starting in September.
most active muse: tied between Audrey and Lestat.
best experience: absolutely not the bird app! Probably here, most notably the history verse.
Shout out to @queencharlottestory, @annastrxng, @wcstenra, @honorhearted, @pagetreader and @withinycu - they’re all very kind people and good writers. Also my friends @symphonyofmalice and @lvsteternal. 💞
rp pet peeves: making broad generalizations about people, portrayals, muses, the world etc. ignorance, inability to learn and comprehend and appreciate nuance. Not listening to minorities or people with “baggage” with a system, lack of empathy, the way a lot of exceedingly sexual female characters and muses seem to get treated, cause misogyny, biphobia, racism. That’s about it. Also: not communicating.
plots or memes: both? Both is good!
long or short replies: I mirror so really it’s up to my rp partners. I tend to write longer though cause novelist and poet. But I’m not gonna judge. A picture is worth a thousand words and vice versa.
are you like your muses: blog roll.
As regarding Audrey, no, but it really depends on the muse. I’m tired of the notion you can’t sympathize with people or write people not like yourself. 🤷♀️
Personal.
Playlist gateway to my soul.
What I write.
Links.
Archive of our own.
Novel I’m editing in a month.
Borrowed from: @somneiroi. 🖤
Tagging: @honorhearted, @sangcreole, @pagetreader, @socialseasons, @apphrodite, @musenssang and anyone who wants to. 💞
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Melpomene is a meanie to TC sometimes so you should say a bad word
me- m- melp- OH!!!
The doctor guy!!!
He was rude yesterday >:(
Is he being mean to them now?! Do they need help?! D:
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Melpomene
Melpomene
by aazeal, Aethelflaed, Dervila, EdosianOrchids901
Crowley's plans to meet Aziraphale and ask him an important question are thwarted by a sudden attack. Heaven has decided to take revenge at last... and Hell has too. Will Crowley be able to survive his injuries long enough for Aziraphale to save him?
Words: 3715, Chapters: 8/8, Language: English
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens), Michael (Good Omens), Hastur (Good Omens), Eric | Disposable Demon (Good Omens)
Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)
Additional Tags: Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Crowley's Flat (Good Omens), Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Almost Apocalypse (Good Omens), Gabriel Being an Asshole (Good Omens), Stabbing, Blood and Injury, Head Injury, Hurt Crowley (Good Omens), Protective Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale to the Rescue (Good Omens), BAMF Aziraphale (Good Omens), Snake Crowley (Good Omens), Delirium, South Downs Cottage (Good Omens), Cuddling & Snuggling, Aziraphale and Crowley in Love (Good Omens), Illustrations, Community: Do It With Style Events, Chronic Pain, Non-Graphic Violence, Round Robin
From https://ift.tt/Z3Rscy0
https://archiveofourown.org/works/44613745
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Lace and Cologne
by Melpomene (Aconitehart)
Derek leans in close, then, his nose pressed against Stiles’ neck. He inhales slowly, almost like he’s savoring Stiles’ scent. “Did you want me? Like, back in Beacon Hills, did you want me?” Stiles asks, even though he knows the answer already. He just wants to hear it.
“Of course I did,” Derek says, his eyes hooded. The waitress brings their drinks and sets them down on the table before fucking off. “You still wanna be good for me?”
Fuck. He grabs his drink, just an IPA in a frosty glass, and gulps it down. Derek watches, a weird little smile on his face. “Yeah,” Stiles says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “okay.”
“On the floor.”
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In which Derek and Stiles meet again in a nightclub.
Words: 3096, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Additional Tags: Public Sex, First Time Blow Jobs, Light Dom/sub, Humiliation, but so light honestly, absolutely no plot this is just sex, Lingerie
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48247714
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Calliope
They were often told they were a strange duet. They were told this so often, in fact, that they could predict when someone was abut to say it purely through their body language.
Calliope and her sister Melpomene were a duo of beauty and tragedy. C preferred to weave the most melodic notes on her lute and flute, while M would have rather penned the lyrics--always with a melancholy streak. With C controlling the lute-playing arm and M singing her heart out, they'd brought warmth to the Southern Icefields, thawing some hearts and even drawing a fair amount of treasure in tips.
It was all well and good until they awoke the Howl.
It awoke, all right, and for whatever reason, it decided it wanted to be their friend. At first C was frightened. Then, she realized the Howl was basically a big dog, and she let her guard down. Then, she knew she was never going to be rid of the thing. It loved the sisters' music, plain and simple.
M, on the other hand, had an affinity for monstrous things, and loved the Howl from the moment she saw it. She liked to sing for it on stormy nights when it snuck into her den, trembling from fear of the thunder. She tended to fall back on a song from their hatchlinghood.
"...The queen was in the countinghouse, counting out her money
The king was in the garden, eating bread and honey
The maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes
When down came a blackbird and snipped off her nose."
The Howl laid its great head down on the stuffed cat it was cuddling and sighed contentedly.
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Alexandra, my love, may I ask for a WBW with Sydney Berlin?? (And if you wanna send one for one of my characters too, you know... I'm not complaining 😉). 🖤🖤🖤
Thank you Raven!! (@starlit-epiphany/@daughter-of-melpomene) 💕 I’m going to definitely send some to you, right now!! 😉
B A S I C S
full name: Sydney Anne Berlin
gender: Cisgender female
sexuality: Biromantic, asexual (sex-positive)
pronouns: She/her/hers
O T H E R S
family:
Mary Grace Berlin (Mother - Deceased)
Alvin Berlin (Father - Deceased)
Jacob Berlin (Younger Brother - Deceased)
Montgomery "Scotty" Scott (Father Figure)
birthplace: Scotland, Earth
job: Starfleet officer
phobias: Losing loved ones, death, spiders, tight spaces, blood
guilty pleasures: Disney films, cheesy romantic novels, movie musicals, alcohol (especially rum and lemonade cocktails), American sitcoms, 1990’s boybands, pancakes with maple syrup, fidget spinners, cute animal videos, chocolate
M O R A L S
morality alignment?: Lawful Good
sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath
virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice
T H I S - O R - T H A T
introvert/extrovert: both
organized/disorganized: organised
close minded/open-minded: open-minded
calm/anxious: both
disagreeable/agreeable: disagreeable
cautious/reckless: cautious
patient/impatient: impatient
outspoken/reserved: both
leader/follower: follower
empathetic/unemphatic: empathetic
optimistic/pessimistic: pessimistic
traditional/modern: modern
hard-working/lazy: hard-working
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
otp: Sydney Berlin x Pavel Chekov
ot3: Sydney Berlin x Pavel Chekov x Hikaru Sulu
brotp: Sydney Berlin x Nyota Uhura x Christine Chapel
notp: Sydney Berlin x Montgomery "Scotty" Scott
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🐿️ + Tilly!!
Thank you! Also gonna tag @daughter-of-melpomene cause I know she loves my Tilly too!
A song they love to dance to: S&M by Rihanna
The meaning of their middle name: God is Gracious (Jolene)
Their favorite mythical/fantasy animal/figure: She's always had a thing for mermaids
Salty or sweet snacks? Which kind do they like best?: Tilly loves sweets so much, she absolutely loves candy bars, mostly any kind
What they like to do during the winter time: When she's not working, she loves to troll flea markets for any kind of antiques or collectibles. She, of course, also knows how to make a mean hot chocolate and is basically constantly making them for Bear, Nixie, and Oz.
Their favorite 50s song: There Goes My Baby by The Drifters
Do they drink? If so, what's their favorite drink?: Tilly is essentially made of booze. She drinks any kind of hard liquor, really. Not so much a fan of cocktails.
One moment they recoil thinking about: Honestly? Tilly is crazy enough that she doesn't think she ever has to recoil about anything. Zero shame.
If they believe in lucky objects: Nope. Luck is not real to her.
Their first-ever paying job: Believe it or not, waiting tables at the Diner!
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The Horror of Our Love
https://archiveofourown.org/works/49650421
by Melpomene (Aconitehart)
"I'm not wearing a muzzle," Derek snaps.
"Look, if you wear this then we're golden! There's no way you can bite through this, Deaton said so."
"Oh well, if Deaton says," Derek says snidely. It's a silly argument. Sure, Deaton is shady and enjoys bending the truth on occasion, but unless it's a complex assassination plan he wouldn't lie about this. Something that Stiles knows that Derek is aware of.
"There's really no reason for him to lie," Stiles points out. "What's your real problem with it?"
"It's demeaning," Derek says through gritted teeth.
"What? No! Lots of werewolves have to wear one of these," Stiles says, waving the muzzle around. The leather and clasps jingle.
Derek sneers at him. "Wolves who can't control themselves."
"Pot and kettle, buddy. Wait, wait," Stiles says hurriedly when Derek turns to leave, "let's just... let's try it, okay? Come on, have I steered us wrong before?"
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In which Derek can't control himself while having sex with Stiles and needs to be muzzled.
Words: 4935, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Alan Deaton
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Knotting, Blowjobs, Rimming, Muzzle Kink, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Feral Behavior, this is not dark i swear to god, Come Inflation, come in general. lots of come.
read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49650421
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Melpomene (Fantasy Au Kiribaku x Oc)
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/gsI0Cfp
by Hotaru_Honey
When I was young I thought the world was simple. This is the way we lived!... nothing else to it. I was wrong.
The wind howled as if it too was sobbing, begging me to stay within this land. I look at the boys, eyes glassed over with tears that refuse to fall.
"Please Ahmya, please don't leave!" The Dragon wept, his hand digging into my soft flesh. "Please," he whimpered, leaning down to touch his forehead to mine. I sighed, giving him a sad smile and cupping his face in my hands.
"If I was allowed, I think I would have liked to build a home in your heart," I whispered, lines of salt running down my cheeks. I rested my hand against his chest, "Right here where I can stay...for eternity,"
"You idiot! Don't you understand?!" Bakugou yelled, grabbing me by the shoulders and turning me to face him. His lip trembled and his brows were furrowed tightly. "it's too late for that shit! you've already...you've already sunk yourself into my fucking chest," his fists clenched over the fabric of my shirt.
"Bakugou-"
"You already built your home!" he slammed his hand against his chest, griping the skin that lay over his heart. "So stop trying to leave it, you idiot!"
Words: 944, Chapters: 1/50, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: M/M, Multi
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru, Sero Hanta, Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina, Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka, Todoroki Shouto, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Sensei | All For One, Surya (Hindu Religions & Lore), Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Original Characters
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki/Original Male Character(s), Kirishima Eijirou/Original Male Character(s), Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou/Original Character(s)
Additional Tags: Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Protective Kirishima Eijirou, Top Kirishima Eijirou, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Angry Bakugou Katsuki, Switch Bakugou Katsuki, Smut, Fluff and Angst, Heavy Angst, Dragon Kirishima Eijirou, Barbarian Bakugou Katsuki, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Kirishima Eijirou Has a Big Dick, Soft Dom Kirishima Eijirou, Size Difference, I want to ride Kirishima Eijiro in every way possible, oc takes dick like a good boy, Anal Sex, Teasing, Overstimulation, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Threesome - M/M/M, Kirishima Eijirou Has Two Moms, Soft Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, Bakugou Katsuki wants to kill the oc for about half of this fic, Gods, Creampie, Falling In Love, Work In Progress, Rough Sex, First Time Blow Jobs, Dragon Riders, ;), i am horny for fantasy Kiribaku, Pining Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou is sexually frustrated, Kirishima is massive, Pray for Oc's spine, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Childhood Trauma, Aged-Up Character(s), Anxiety Attacks, Angst with a Happy Ending, Kirishima Eijirou is a Little Shit
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We are the Muses, Goddesses of the arts and proclaimers of heroes!
#disneyedit#filmedit#disneyfilms#animationsdaily#bbelcher#herculesedit#**#**gifs#**hercules#m: hercules#c: the muses#the one with the long hair#i think her name is melpomene#she was always my favorite :d#era: renaissance
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Any fics like faded.?
We were a little uncertain about this one, because the fic title you gave us didn’t match the link, but we took a chance and went with the amazing fic the link led us too: ‘falling’ by Idnis. Sorry if we got it wrong!
Fics by Idnis have a very unique style, so that’s hard to find again, but luckily there are many other fics set in the world of art and photography that are also well worth a look. - S
(For different aus, you might like to check out this post about pining Andrew.)
From previous posts:
Andrew as photographer:
Photographer!Andrew here
‘(lift me higher) let me look at the sun’ here
Neil as painter/art student:
‘Paint Our Lives In Color’ here
‘Paint On My Fingers, Your Hands In Mine’ here
‘good night, melpomene (come home, erato)’ and ‘Art Hoe’ here
‘Chapter 48: Pipe Dream - A Skaterboi AU’ here
‘Constrast’, ‘You’re Such a Violent High’ and ‘I Just Wanted To Protect You’ here
‘Heart on a Canvas’ here
‘better than nothing’ here
‘Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder’ here
‘Pigment', ‘i want you, i'll colour me blue...’ and ‘Ficlet Collection.. Chapter 17’ here
‘Disillusion's All You Left For Me’ here
Andrew as painter/artist:
‘since we've no place to go’ here
‘A Panther, A Fox, and Their Artist’ here
‘An Abundance of Blue’ here
Neil as a photographer:
‘The Bokeh Effect’ here
‘Ursa Major’ here
Falling by Idnis [Rated M, 39247 words, complete, 2018]
The sun was bearing down on the park, on Andrew, on Neil Josten’s sketch, his auburn hair and blue, blue, blue eyes.
After a dozen tries, Andrew clicked through his photos. All the way to the first one. The one where Neil was staring straight at the camera.
Andrew’s breath caught.
tw: scars
NB: Art created for this fic by @nikipuppeteer can be found here
Photographer Andrew:
We keep this love in a photograph (We made these memories for ourselves) by foxyroxi [Rated G, 4282 words, complete, 2021]
Kissing Neil was like everything he had imagined, just better. It was like coming home, like coming up for fresh air, like getting sucker punched in the face over and over.
set the lights by Stjosten [Rated T, 12610 words, complete, 2020]
“Will you just- I don’t know, keep going?”
“I don’t have a set destination,” Andrew says, “I get assignments from my boss, I go to those places, I take photos, and then I move on to the next one.”
“So you’re just going to keep going forever?”
“Yup,” Andrew says, looking away.
“Is that all you really want out of life?”
“It’s all I need.”
or Andrew is on a perpetual road trip to avoid his problems when he runs into a runaway with a bag full of secrets and nothing left to lose
tw: implied/referenced violence, tw: scars, tw: implied/referenced abuse
Lost in Translation by augustskies [Rated T, 10577 words, complete, 2018]
Andrew Minyard goes to Antarctica on a work trip, but what he doesn't expect is meeting someone with eyes the color of a cold winter sky.
tw: nightmare with drowning, tw: references to canonical character death
Photographer Andrew, model Neil AU by @foxesbettingpool [tumblr, 2017]
Neil Abram Josten, is an on the rise model.
Artist Andrew:
the eyes don't see (but the heart does) by starstrucknic [Rated M, 25200 words, complete, Aftg Reverse Big Bang 2021]
It’s the blood splatter, really, that draws Andrew’s eye first. Would it really arc up like that, as if from a garden hose blocked by a careless thumb? Would it drench the sheets red or flow in neat streams down the front of the mattress?
It seems almost impossible how easily convenient death is. How Judith’s sword slices through Holofernes’ neck, his face an expression Andrew wouldn’t recognize even if he cared to. It’s just shadow, hair, and a wrinkled forehead, surprisingly free of blood. Being upside down neither helps or hinders his impression.
Judith, of course, looms overhead, one hand braced on Holofernes head, the other clenched around the sword caught in the act of murder. This expression, too, is indiscernible, yet Andrew has the strange instinct to rub his thumb over her face, as if that will clear it up. A windshield wiper arcing endlessly over oil stains.
Or, the one where Andrew, an art undergrad who unknowingly has prosopagnosia, contracts Neil, a math undergrad with an attitude problem, as a model for his portrait requirement in order to graduate.
tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon
NB: art for this fic by @sm-pcnlr can be found here
paper mâché stars by justadreamfox, makebelieveanything, nerdzeword [Rated G, 3538 words, complete, 2021]
Andrew Minyard, the scariest, meanest, most infamous MFA art student at Palmetto State showed up at the main campus library on the first day of summer vacation with a baby strapped to his chest and a wagon full of iridescent junk.
It wasn’t the first time Neil had met Andrew. It wasn’t the second or third either.
But this was the first time Neil had seen Andrew with a baby
we’re never done with killing time (can I kill it with you?) by blafard [Rated M, 2103 words, complete, 2020]
The charcoal stained Andrew's fingers a deep grey, left behind similar stains on the delicate bone of Neil's ankle and Andrew hesitated a moment before wiping it away again.
Neil's body didn't need more marks he didn't ask to be put there.
An Afternoon of Painting by NachtGraves [Rated M, 1355 words, complete, Andreil Week 2018]
Neil tries to be helpful and the boys play with paints.
Artist Neil:
bring color to my skies by kindersjosten10 [Rated M, 52825 words, incomplete, last updated Aug 2021]
“I miss painting, you know?” Neil whispered, cutting Andrew’s line of thought.
Andrew watched him, waiting for him to continue.
“I can’t paint anymore, though,” he was playing with his hands, staring at the burns covering them.
Andrew wanted to kill whoever did that to him.
“What’s stopping you?” He asked.
“Myself.”
Andrew owns an art gallery and needs help with an exposition, luckly, Kevin knows someone who can help: Neil, who used to be a painter and knows everything about art.
Neil wants to be around art again and an opportunity comes up.
tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: violence, tw: blood, tw: panic attacks, tw: suicidal thoughts
Artist!Neil AU series by Fortheloveofexy [Rated G/E, Collection, Updated Sept 2021]
May We Meet Again by Fortheloveofexy [Rated G, 10732 words, complete, 2021]
Neil hurriedly pulls out his sketchbook and crosses the street. “Excuse me,” he says in fluid German, waving his hand to catch the short blonde's attention. He’s soundly ignored right up until he’s next to the man’s table. “Hi, sorry to bother you,” he smiles politely, “But I was wondering if I could sketch your portrait?”
tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon
NB: find art for this fic by @fortheloveofexy here, here, and here, plus find part 2: ‘Paint Our Lives In Color’ recced here
coming down by Stjosten [Rated M, 10069 words, complete, 2021]
Nicky owns a gallery. Neil is an artist. Andrew is the one that has to move all of the art.
tw: implied/referenced abuse
#fic#Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard#au: art#au: photography#au: writers#au: fashion#au: different first meeting#au: college/university#theme: fluff & angst#theme: angst with a happy ending#theme: enemies to lovers#theme: meet ugly#theme: slow burn#theme: pining#theme: protectiveness#theme: mental health issues#theme: therapy#theme: disabilities#theme: first kiss#andreil week#aftg reverse big bang#tw: suicidal thoughts#tw: violence#tw: implied/referenced abuse#tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon#tw: implied/referenced child abuse#tw: panic attacks#tw: nightmares#tw: scars#cigarettesnkisses
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