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thegnomelord · 4 months

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another thought about ghost courting - he bumbles his way through and it somehow actually works, you start finding his attempts cute until eventually you’re lying in bed thinking about him and you have a moment of realisation of “god dammit i like him”

Okay, okay okay, now i'm invested in this lol SFW but slightly suggestive.

You should be asleep. You've been trying to fall asleep for god knows how long, the blinking green numbers of your alarm clock mocking you with every change— minute after minute, hour after hour, tick tick ticking by until you're ready to tear the sheets with your claws.

Something buzzes at the back of your skull like a swarm of wasps, yet you're unable to understand what it is as you glare uselessly at the ceiling as if it'll reveal all the answers. Then your eyes flicker to the nightstand, the small bone charm sitting on it. It's a piece of bleached white bone carved into rough shape by unskilled hands, the edges sharp, and you're not quite able to tell what it's supposed to be but Simon made it for you.

He made it for you.

And you could the flush beneath his mask when he'd handed it to you, trying to remain stoic despite the nervousness gnawing on his nerves. God he'd looked so adorable, staring at you with confusion and surprise when you'd purred at the sight of his gift, his eyes analyzing every little movement you made as the whisps of shadow coming off his arms fizzled like pop rocks.

God you'd just wanted to devour him there and then, to coax that mask off him so you could see his face; you didn't doubt a second he'd turn red like a lobster, eyes blown wide and the most needy sound escaping his bitten lips as he writhed underneath you as you two—

Shit.

You liked him.

That ancient element in your bones woke up with a start when your brain registered you had a potential mate, all exhaustion leaving your body as you got up and out of your room, head held in the air and mouth open to track his scent like a bloodhound, able to taste him on your tongue as you found your way to the roof.

He turned when he heard the door open, mask lifted up to his nose so he could smoke in peace. His eyes widened when he saw your glowing eyes peering back at him, like small lights that lured prey into anglerfish jaws.

"Somethin' the matter?" He asked, brows furrowed as you sniffed the air.

Your nose wrinkled as nicotine muddled the sharpness of his scent, and before you knew it you were stomping right up to him, your clawed hands wrapping around his waist as you burrowed your face into his neck.

"What the fock are you doing?" Simon growled, a shiver racing down his spine when you nuzzled his skin, the light scrape of your fangs causing a lick of adrenaline to spark in his system. But he didn't push you away, you were one of the few people he ever let touch him longer than a second.

"Simon," You voice warbled, the silence behind your letters filled with inhuman sounds. You breathed in deep, purring at his scent, of gunpowder and blackwood and something distinctly Simon filled your nose. "Mate." You purred louder, feeling it vibrate against his chest.

Ghost nearly choked at your words, the cigarette dropping to the floor as his mind stuttered like an old computer. "Wha- . . .what?"

"Mate." You repeated, and Christ did that word sound good on your tongue, your tongue coming out to lick a stripe up his neck, grinning when he wrapped his own arms around you like you were a raft in the storm. "My mate."

Simon could feel his heart beat faster, thumping in his ears like a nervous rabbit as you nuzzled further into his neck, spreading your scent on him. "Yeah?" He asked carefully, "Yours am I?"

You grumbled and lifted your head to nuzzle your cheek against his — the best you could do as a kiss when you had a mouth full of sharp teeth. "Yes," You grunted, holding the back of his neck, feeling him progressively go slack against you. "And I'm more than happy to prove it."

The hungry look in your eyes made him shiver with anticipation.

#gnome's tea break #gnome correspondence #x reader #trinkets from the hoard #male reader #top male reader #top gn reader #dom gn reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x male reader #cod modern warfare

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southparkhcsocs · 30 days

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kicking my feet and giggling

can you do something like the main 4 praising you whether it's nsfw or not or both

heavy on the nsfw but you can pick 🤭

It's been a while babes ❤️ remember when that's what this blog was lol

Fem!reader

Under 18s dni! NSFW under the cut.

All characters are aged up to mid 20s thx

Stan Marsh

Stan wouldn't praise you as much as you'd like.

He doesn't say much generally.

But when he's drunk. Good God.

You are a goddess to him.

Everything you do is amazing, omg stunning!

"you're soo pretty, y/n. 'm so lucky to ha ve you. Look at you. You do so mu-ch for me. I loove youu."

Whether sober or drunk he'll praise you in the bedroom

He's a pretty dominant guy but he has to make sure you know how perfect you are for him.

But it's so much more when he's drunk.

He will stop mid thrust to complement and praise you.

Will end in crying lol

"So perfect." He mumbled into your neck before going to kiss your lips. He stopped his movements to just admire your beauty. "I love you so much. You're so good to me... I don't deserve you." His lip trembles.

You need to praise him back bc bro is insecure!!

Kyle Broflovski

Kyle will praise you a nice amount I think

If he thinks you've done something well, like getting a job, promotion etc he'll genuinely praise you

"That's amazing! I knew you could do it!"

If it's something he doesn't think warrants praise, like getting groceries, cleaning, basically everyday things he won't say anything but thanks. Not that he doesn't appreciate it, he just thinks it's not a big deal.

If everyday things are something you struggle with he'll try praising you but it will be half-hearted.

I don't imagine Kyle being much of a talker during sex

I also imagine him getting quite flustered when you ask him to praise you while he's two fingers deep inside you

"I - uuuhh." His brain fizzles out. System overload as he looks into your desperate eyes. "P-praise you? H-how?" He asked. You thrust your hips to remind him to keep fingering you which kicks starts his brain back to work. "oh, uummm g-good girl. S-so precious aren't you." He burrows his face into the crook of your neck. "You feel so good around my fingers."

He'll get so embarrassed if you praise him. He's not used to it!

Kenny McCormick

Kenny showers you with praises

No matter what you've done he thinks you're amazing, he understands how difficult things can be and wants to shower you in love, complements and praises

But he's so cool and collected it's sexy

"great job, babe."

But will almost always end it with something sexual

"you deserve a reward, huh?"

In bed, he'll praise you constantly

He'll get you to praise yourself.

"you're such a good girl, aren't you? Tell me how good you are for me, baby." His words reverberate against your neck as he's 6 inches deep. Fucking you so hard that you can barely get the words out. "Come on pretty girl. Tell me how much you deserve this."

You can praise him but he'll praise you right back. So much. He'll give you butterflies.

Eric Cartman

Cartman isn't much of a praiser

If you cook him his favourite meal he'll be like "Meh"

The only time he would praise you is when he's bringing you back from subspace

"such a good girl." "You did so well." "Look how pretty you are covered in my cum."

Bro would have you begging to be praised.

"what? You think you deserve praise?" He takes hold of your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "Babe, you're only good when you're on your knees sucking my cock. If you're not doing that, what is there to praise?" His hand slides to the back of your head, pushing you down to his crotch. "You need to work for it, slut."

Nooo his ego is too big don't praise him!!!! He doesn't deserve it!

Will melt at being called a good boy.

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veritable-trash · 11 months

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maybe it's never truly over

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader(nickname used but no descriptors!)

Summary: It's been a long time since you've seen each other. For you it hasn't been long enough but for Miguel things are a bit more complicated.

Word Count: 1K

Rating: E - for eventual smut, friends to enemies to friends to lovers i think??? this chapter is tame just seeing if people are interested in what i might decide to cook up <3 :)

A/N: alright alright alright like literally everyone i watched spiderverse and have now descended into the black hole of being obsessed with every character from that movie but this one right here????? yes yes i like him very much. anyways wrote this for fun think i might try another series and see what comes of it. this is not sticking to any canon(lol miguel would be PISSED but this is my multiverse bitch!) because there's such a depth to his character that i want to just play with in this story potentially.

anyways if you like this little intro and want to read more and see where these two little weirdos spin their way off to reblog, send me thirsty thoughts about this man, comment to your heart's content about how his body is shaped like a dorito and i want to eat HIM!

also @dameronscopilot wrote an absolute SPICED piece for Miguel so go read that now if anyone sees this!!!!!

enjoy :)))))))))

masterlist weeeeeeeee

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There was something different about today.

Air shimmering like it was about to crystallize and crack at any given moment.

Like the world was gonna stop all of a sudden and dissolve into some weird cosmic puddle.

But not for you. Never for you because even when things felt like they were about to snap, crackle, pop, your life tended to stay a bit boring. It had been a long, long time since you’d felt any kind of twinkle in your life, and you didn’t mind it. The last time things had fizzled like that you’d been left a bit shattered yourself.

Even still, the niggle at the nape of your neck wouldn’t let up. even the sidewalk seemed to wobble under your feet as you traversed the packed streets of Nueva York. Your palms can’t help but start sweating, heart kicking up its pace as the people around you seem to crowd and crowd and crowd.

Alley. You need to find an alley and fucking breath.

You turn in fast on the tight corridor, the smell of garbage helping to clear the dizziness in your head but it still isn’t gone. The feelings still there. Why won’t it just fucking leave you-

“Lyla I got it. Just check the other dimensions and report back to me I haven’t seen any signs of them here.”

And now you know why this an entire day has been like walking through jelly.

Because the second Miguel O’Hara turns around and sees you, everything absolutely shatters.

It’s been years, maybe over a decade since he’s seen you, but you’ve seen plenty of him. The magazines, the news, online, every god damn street corner of this godforsaken city conveniently reminds you of this Dorito-shaped dip shit man.

Nothing changes in his demeanor, to an unseasoned eye, but you remember Miguel from before. Gabe’s older brother Miguel, mama’s boy Miguel, your best friend Miguel, and his eyes can’t hide the things you know deep in his heart.

You don’t even know what to say. There’s nothing left in your brain, just him, still staring, but now from new heights, with new scars, and it scares the shit out of you.

And pisses you the fuck off.

“So what? You go radio silent for over ten years and now you’re gonna stalk me in some alley like creep? Very on brand Miguel but I thought you would have fucking grown up by now.”

His shoulders tense and you can’t stop the way your lips curve as you sense you’ve gotten to him, even if only a little. But then he’s turning away, slowly walking down the alley towards the brick wall and you realize he’s not going to say anything to you. That he’s going to just leave again without a single fucking word.

“Miguel if you don’t turn the fuck around right now and say something to me I will beat the shit out of you I swear to god. I know your weak spots don’t make me fucking use it!”

(it’s just under his ribs, but only on the right side)

“Bichito, pleas-“

“Don’t you dare fucking call me that. Don’t you fucking dare. You lost the right to call me that when you disappeared on me. Fuck you Miguel, honestly I don’t even have anything left to say to you just fuck off.”

This time his face face does crumple just a little bit and you preen at his pain. Suck it into your lungs as the boy who trampled your heart finally gets a taste of how you bled.

You turn back to the chaos of the street and throw yourself into the people, away from Miguel and all the bullshit, earth shattering happening behind you. It’s been a long time since you’ve needed Miguel O’Hara and it’ll be an even longer time before you come back around to his antics.

Probably never.

~~~~~

He fucked up.

Miguel didn’t know how he’d dropped the ball this hard, but he’d fucked up big time and for once it didn’t involve some stupid fucking multiverse drama.

It involved you.

You, the girl from down the block who used to wrestle Gabriel and make flower crowns out of the flowers growing between the cracks in the concrete.

You, the girl who stayed up till the sky started to turn pink again listening to him rant on and on about his shitty dad and his shitty life.

You, his Bichito, his little bug, his best friend, the center of what he thought was his tiny little universe so many years ago.

But he’d left that behind. Thought that he could find something else, find something better, finally be happy in ways he’d never even dreamed of.

And look at where it had gotten him.

He wasn’t ever supposed to run into you again. He was supposed to be vigilant, cautious, knew that running into you would derail him a thousand times over and he had bigger things to be focusing on. Multiverse-altering, dimension-destroying things to focus on.

Yet the universe had dropped you both in that alley and something deep in his chest rippled with feelings he couldn’t seem to find a word for. It was fucking terrifying and he wasn’t going to let it fester.

He had things to do. Universes to fix. An ever growing mantle of responsibility hanging of his shoulders.

A constant reminder of his fuck ups and the reality that he wasn’t going to let himself slip up again.

And yet as his claws carry him up and onto the rooftops of Nueva York, Miguel O’Hara has a terrifying suspicion that he may no longer be able to stay away.

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hehehehAHAHHAHA god i love this twisted little sad sack man who just wants to be all rough and tough. anyways haven't written in ages and this character has gotten me at least sorta interested in writing so i just wanted to throw this out there, get something moving, even if i go back into dormancy for another millenia.

well heart eyes for you guys and forehead kisses for anyone who reads i hope your day is a dream <33333333333

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #oscar isaac characters #he is so hot yes yes yes he is so sad yes yesyes #previous tag was literally a little song and dance moment #anyways hot man i want him goodnight

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lincolndjarin · 2 months

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i didnt realize we hit 1500 until just now :,)

thank you all so much, ily ily ily, i love sharing my writing with you all and im so excited for whats to come. i dont have anything special planned as a milestone celebration so instead of that i will post a section of the din series ive been planning lol

me when its time to write another enemies to lovers slow burn forced proximity din djarin fic with religious undertones ^

just uhh for context btw im not gonna post many spoilers or other teasers for this but its important to the sneak peek that yall know that reader is a cyborg in this. a good chunk of the right side of her body has been replaced with robotics so yeah and din is a real dick about it lmao. enjoy !

⚙️

“I don’t travel with droids.” His voice reminds you of Boba’s when he wears that ridiculous helmet of his. Cold and hollow, more metal than man.

Boba sounds almost defensive of you when he speaks again. You can picture him leaning forward in his chair, the way he does when someone snaps at him. “She’s not a droid.”

“How much of it is even human?” You can’t help but flinch at that, no ones ever spoken about you in such a manner before. No one with a brain would disrespect someone like “Lord Fett” like that.

“She’s not an it.” Fennec speaks for the first time since all of this started, her voice is a hiss you’ve never been on the receiving end of before but you’ve heard her snarl at others before, slavers and other scum who come seeking a boon. You always wondered why such monsters would dare show their faces here, of course Boba dealt in criminal activity but never with people that foul. They often came seeking a Lord Fortuna, and were instead met with the barrel of Fennec’s rifle.

You can’t help but wonder if this “friend of Boba’s” is going to meet the same end. Both of them said they knew him well when he arrived but now they speak to him like the stranger that you know him as. A rude stranger.

The silence that follows is long, you can’t help but wonder if Fennec really did draw her weapon, before you can bring yourself to sneak a look around the corner you hear the all too familiar throat clearing noise that Boba makes before coming to a verdict.

“Look, either she watches the kid here, or she watches the kid with you. Either way she’s going to be involved, you just need to decide if you want to be there to keep an eye on her.” He always says everything with an air of finality, no wonder no one ever debates his decisions. The stranger barely has a chance to sigh before Boba continues. “No one trustworthy on Tatooine is going to take a babysitting gig for what you’re willing to pay.”

“I can’t afford anything more.” He’s furious. Even through the voice modulator you can hear that he’s trying not to lose his cool, but there’s an edge of desperation hiding under his anger.

“She’ll work for free. I’ll even cover her expenses.” You know Boba would do anything for you but this just seems like a bit much. He’s negotiating as if this man didn’t come to him asking for help.

“You want to get rid of her that badly?” Ouch. Rude and presumptuous.

“The last thing I want to do is lose her. That’s why I’m sending her with you.” You don’t doubt that. He’s proven to you enough how much you mean to him, even when he had no reason to.

“Sounds like you’ve made the decision for me.” Sounds like he made the decision for you as well. Has he even considered that you don’t want to go with him? Your desire to see the galaxy is fizzling out the more you think about having to travel with someone who doesn’t even see you as a person.

Another beat of that silence, dripping with tension before Boba takes control of the conversation once more. “She can’t stay here forever. I promised her she’d get to see someplace other than this dusty floating rock. They need me here. They need Fennec here. There aren’t many I would trust to do this but I know she’ll be safest with you. So take her or don’t, but you aren’t going to find anyone else to watch the kid for what you’re offering.”

“Find someone else.”

“There isn’t anyone else.” His patience is wearing thin. You know him well enough to know that he’s likely to snap soon. “You’re not the only one who’s trying to keep their family safe.” The authority in his tone reminds you of the exact reason no one ever argues with Boba.

Not even rude strangers who come bearing absurd demands and who claim to be friends.

“Fine.”

#ro rambles #thank yall so much #ily all #<3

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clouisluvr · 5 months

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are you still writing for sean diaz?

using this ask for my revival HEYYY! ive been inactive for like a thousand years my bad😭 my lis and twdg hyperfixations honestly just fizzled out so much i didnt have any motivation no matter how hard i tried.. not even a single headcanon came to mind LOL

lucky for yall the lis and twdg parts of my brain randomly lit up the other day so Here we are again … i definitely need a refresher so i might rewatch a playthrough or something BUT ive started a sean diaz x reader part 3 draft (winter themed bc its cold and being single in december SUCKS!)

if anyone still wants to read lmk and ill write it! if im talking to the void then ill cutely go back to just reblogging stuff i like LMAOOO

#sean diaz x reader #twdg x reader #kiki is actually active #clouisluvr revival era Can u believe it!!

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soleilnomoon · 2 years

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Hi @soleilnomoon thank you so much for my previous request I really loved it. I wondering if I could please put in a request for your la vie est drôle event 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I just read about it and it looks so awesome. If you are taking request and don’t mind can I please request Law x female reader with calla lily (smut). Time being at night with neck, thighs, hard kisses. Theme: Possessive.

you’re so welcome ❤ i had fun writing it and had to cut myself off or else it would’ve been too long lmao but omg i’m excited you sent a request for this! i think i might keep the prompts going a little while longer, only bc there are so many options and i like writing them lol

2.4k, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; feat. some jealousy, alcohol (briefly), law is sf petty & dramatic idk what to tell u, oral (f receiving), and other cute things ❥.࿚◠.࿚ ʚῖɞ

💖☁️ la vie est drôle ☁️💖

starring: "surgeon of death" trafalgar law x reader.

calla lily (smut) at night, with neck, thigh, and hard kisses; #9 (possessive).

spring brings tourists en masse to the island, making the pub rowdier than usual; smoke lingers in the air, heavy liquor sloshing all over due to drunken shenanigans from the patrons, uproarious laughter — it’s loud, it’s annoying, but that’s precisely why you like it. the noise brings you comfort, because you live alone and hate the silence. even though the bar counter is sticky and the food is suspicious at best, you still choose to frequent it with your friends. it’s more or less for their sake that you accompany them — especially when you’d rather be elsewhere.

after another round of drinks, you call it a night, not wanting to walk home too late. it’s a relatively short walk — fifteen minutes at the most — the cool air makes for a perfect companion, helping you sober up a bit. by the time you make it back, you’re exhausted — feet aching from dancing, voice a little hoarse from singing along to terrible music. smoke clings to your clothes obnoxiously, reminding you of why you don’t like hanging at that particular pub for too long; you tug them off of you as soon as you’re able, placing them in a hamper before taking a long bath.

the heat from the water soothes your muscles, clears your mind, and calms your soul. you come out feeling fresh, relaxed, and a tiny bit sleepy. you make a point to take your time moisturizing your skin, liking how soft it feels, even underneath your silk robe. on your way to your bedroom, a series of loud knocks — banging, really — on your front door interrupts your thoughts; you blink and frown at the noise. you aren’t expecting any company tonight. the knocking persists, and it crosses your mind that it might be your immature neighbor — possibly drunk or worse, needing a place to crash because he can’t find his house keys.

agitation pumps through you as you stomp over to the door, feet padding softly along the hardwood floor; and, because you like to give him a hard time, you open the door aggressively and don’t bother with a greeting, sighing dramatically before beginning your tirade.

“thomas, i swear if you lost your damn keys again—” you pause, eyes widening, mouth open because it’s not your neighbor that’s standing in your doorway. it’s trafalgar law.

the shock of his presence leaves you silent, which gives him room to leer at you, mouth twitching as it forms a small, but sardonic smirk. “who the fuck is thomas?” he asks before closing the door behind him, a brow raised as you try to gather your thoughts. it takes you a full minute, but your brain finally catches up; after ignoring his question, you pose one of your own, voice shaky in disbelief.

“what are you doing back so soon?”

that makes him laugh, even as he embraces you, strong arms wrapping around you securely; when he inhales, he’s instantaneously captivated by the rich scent of your skin — cinnamon, vanilla, amber, and apple — the annoyance that shot through him the moment he heard you call out someone else’s name slowly starts to fizzle out.

with your face buried against his chest, your words come out a little muffled. everything you want to say to him flies out of your mind; you’re so deliriously happy that you imagine this must all be some strange dream. you extract yourself from him with slight difficulty, laughing softly at the childish, unimpressed expression on his face in response.

“don’t make that face,” you chide playfully, “you’ll get wrinkles like that.” although, you wouldn’t care if he did — your feelings for him simply grow stronger for him as the months go by.

“you haven’t answered my question yet.” his words are a mixture of amusement and curiosity; he tries to school his features on his face, so that he won’t betray how he really feels. jealousy is not something he deals with well, so he’d rather not entertain it at all if he can help it.

but, with you — he finds that it’s utterly impossible.

“hm? oh, thomas? he’s my neighbor,” the explanation is simple enough, you already forgot you assumed it was thomas at the door. “he forgets his keys sometimes and usually bothers me for help.” the other neighbors don’t like dealing with him, and you’re too nice to really tell him off anyway.

dark eyes narrowed, law considers your words, but all he can think about is the fact that another man is comfortable enough to come to your home late at night without consideration. still, you’re an adult who makes their own choices, he can’t exactly fault you for your hospitality now, can he?

instead of voicing that, he reminds himself that he’s only stopping by for a few nights and to make the most of it.

you watch him, brows furrowed, a little worried that maybe you said the wrong thing; but all of that vanishes the moment law pulls you to him again, his large hand sliding around to the back of your neck, holding you steady as you look up at him. there’s a tenderness in your gaze that makes him question if should even sully you with his presence; law will never voice that thought out loud, but he knows you deserve better — much, much better than him.

still, is it selfish if he doesn’t care about that? if he’s not careful, he’ll find himself ensnared by you all over again. it was already hard enough the last time he visited, but now? he doubts he’ll be able to leave without you.

despite him wanting to keep a rather neutral face, you can tell that he’s contemplating something serious. “what are you thinking about?” you ask, maybe a little hesitantly, unsure if you’ve upset him somehow. the worry on your face is cute, and while he feels a faint flush creep up to his face, he clears his throat to stamp out those thoughts.

“nothing, just tired,” is all he says before picking you up with ease, ignoring all your squeals, admiring how soft your skin feels as soon as his hands make contact with your thighs. law is a man on a mission, and while he should probably be a little more gentle — he isn’t. he doesn’t bother closing your bedroom door, instead tossing you onto your bed without so much of a thought, admiring the way your robe falls open and partially baring your body to him.

even though you’ve been in a similar situation with him many, many times, it still gives you a thrill whenever he looks at you like that — like he can’t possibly think of anything else but devouring you whole. somewhere along the line, he sheds his clothes, and you watch, in awe, loving the way the dim light casts shadows along his body. he’s already such an enigma — wrapped in danger, impossible dreams, and lethal promises — but it’s also part of the reason why you like him so much.

the mattress dips under his weight, and you’ve long shed the robe, making it all the more easier for him to touch you without restriction. he runs his tongue along your neck, before biting and kissing the skin there. you squirm underneath him, body growing warmer from the contact. you run your nails along his chest, prompting him to bite you again — starting with your clavicle, along your breasts, down your stomach. in between each bite, he makes sure to kiss each spot, almost as if it’s a small reward for letting him have this bit of selfishness — not that you would deny him that, of course. you could never.

the small bouts of pain mixed with the softness of his kisses and tongue, makes you whine loudly, your thighs parting on instinct, hips rolling forward as his lips make contact with your skin again. he’s left bruising marks everywhere, your skin littered with soft reds and purples. you should really tell him off for that, that you don’t need people asking questions when they see you out in the open, but your mind goes blank when he nips the skin on your inner thigh roughly, sending a jolt through you. if you didn’t know any better, you’d assume he has no ulterior motives. but you know better, and you know him, all too well.

it becomes more evident when he spreads your legs further apart, long fingers trailing along the folds of your pussy, dipping in between without a care in the world, your arousal greeting him like an old friend. your breath comes out in soft pants, lids lowering as you watch him, unable to speak until the moment he slides his fingers inside of your warm entrance, mouth latching onto your clit in a brutal attempt at claiming you all over again.

his fingers pump in and out of your slowly, curling as your hips buck against his mouth, although he hooks an arm around your thigh to hold you steady. the thing he missed most about you, is the way you seem to fall apart without much prompting; it strokes his ego in a way that makes him want to take you away from your tiny island and keep you by his side always.

he knows it’s improbable, the pirate life isn’t for everyone, but he can’t help but want that anyway.

your moans only encourage him, your delicate fingers thread through his dark hair, tugging on it recklessly as he fucks you with his fingers, picking up the pace, scissoring them inside of you with purpose. the moment he sucks on your clit, you swear you see stars; your chest heaves, mouth falling open as he treats your pussy like his personal plaything.

which, if you’re honest with yourself, it is. sort of.

he pulls his mouth away, only so he can speak, licking his lips and savoring your taste as his fingers never slow. he loves the way your pussy clenches tightly around his fingers without remorse; it’s cute. he doesn’t mind though, he likes that you can’t seem to get enough of him.

“tell me about him,” he says absently, as if he wasn’t currently ruining your life in the best way possible. your eyes shut but you manage to formulate a somewhat coherent response in return.

“wh—what? who?” you’re not sure why he’s even talking right now, when he could be busy kissing you.

law slides a third finger inside of you at your feigned ignorance. “your neighbor.” a clipped, terse response that should piss you off, but you’re too busy enjoying him and the sound of his voice right now to care. “tell me about him.” he doesn’t know why he’s asking; he supposes his annoyance didn’t actually go away, and he figures if you can think about someone else while he’s fucking you, then he’s not doing a good enough job.

except, you’re not thinking about anything or anyone other than the man before you.

“law, what are you—” your words are cut off when he plunges his fingers into you deeply, eyes watching your movements closely. if he keeps it up, you might pass out. “fuck, i don’t…” you’re out of breath, mind all over the place as he pulls his fingers out of you suddenly.

“i don’t like when you play stupid with me,” he says darkly, rubbing his cock against your pussy, further placing you under his spell before casually slipping the head inside of you.

annoyed, because your orgasm was right there and he took it away, you look at him fiercely, ready to tell him off “i have no idea what you’re talking ab—” his hips snap forward and he slams his cock inside of you, effectively silencing whatever nonsense you were about to spew.

“don’t you, though?”

you wish you knew; you’re so frustrated and turned on that you can’t think. he feels the same way too, unsurprisingly. and, while he won’t ever admit to his jealousy, you’re starting to see it; he gives you a haunted look, one that’s equal parts hunger and lust, with a splash of adoration because despite all of that he still cares so much for you. the heart is a terrible thing to have, he should know; you wrap your legs around him, keeping him close to you, his thrusts rougher than they normally are, and you can’t get enough of them.

when his lips finally meet yours, after being apart for so, so long, he kisses you ardently, a feverish rush taking over him as his tongue slides into your mouth. the heat that passes between you two is enough to make you perspire, but you don’t care; all you want is for him to keep fucking you until you can barely stand, until all you can think about is him. he wants to interrogate you further, but is steadily losing himself in the softness of your pussy, your wetness coating the length of his cock in a way that invigorates him further.

each kiss is more brutal than the last, and you dig your nails into his back in retaliation; he bites your bottom lip, making you gasp, and he angles his hips to fuck you harder. at the rate he’s going, you’re sure the bed frame and mattress won’t last — but you don’t mind at all. you’ll chastise him later over his possessive, unnecessary behavior, but for now you simply want to be in the moment and enjoy him while you can. you place a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, making him falter a bit, hips slowing only because he knows he’s being ridiculous. as much as you want to hold on, you can’t; his cock is too much — too thick, too heavy — the way his balls slap against you should make you embarrassed but you’re far too into it.

more importantly, you’re far too into him to feel any sort of shame right now. when you cum, it’s like he’s finally figured out the meaning to life; you cry out, chant his name loud enough to raise the dead, and his thrusts never relent — until his own orgasm finds him. you’re both a sweaty, panting mess, and as his hips slow down, he kisses you again, a bit softer this time. possibly as an apology, or maybe because he understands that he shouldn’t waste his time over pointless petty thoughts and feelings, when he should be enjoying you properly.

you’re too tired to question him, but almost as if you’re a little possessive too, your pussy clenches around him once more to remind him that he belongs to you as much as you belong to him.

🌙 credit to leafsea for the cute crescent moon divider 🌙

#work kicked my ass this week so this took a while but it's finally done #law is a mess i know #one piece imagine #one piece smut #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law smut #law x reader #law x y/n #law smut #🌙 la vie est drole event 🌙#fic request #only1nycsweetie

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Having kind of a post-NaNoWriMo dip in mood re: the fic groove I have been in tbh. (mental illness and insecurity bullshit, mensturation mention cw)

I do still feel Very Strongly about the ideas I have and I do want to write them/continue working on them in the case of the two WIPs I started this week, but without the external structure of the event it's harder to thinking about sustaining that, especially given that I was making so many glaring mistakes that I feel looked very amateurish (I know it's an amateur hobby, but whatever, I expect very ridiculously high standards of myself in almost everything that I would never hold anyone else to and it's always crushing when I inevitably fail to meet them, lol).

The things I was getting wrong were mostly basic spelling errors, using the wrong word in common phrases that turned things into the uncanny valley of that phrase that didn't not make sense but weren't how anyone would say that particular thing naturally, accidentally flipping word order (or not rephrasing the rest of a sentence properly after copying and pasting things around, etc.), and just, like ... random gibberish typos that only became obvious to me after I posted, despite trying really hard to self edit myself carefully.

It's very difficult for me to have the focus to be able to do that sort of detail oriented task when things are in fast-brain mode. And, like, attention to detail is something I am typically very good at, so it's deeply embarrassing to me, especially in a new fandom where I'm creating a first impression.

And like, more generally I also feel like the shine has kind of gone off me and, I know that this is just my literal mental illness distorting my perception of Everything, but it feels like the fandom is already kind of over me because I'm too much. This is all very much a me problem and I don't think it's true or that anyone has treated me badly or done anything that would reasonably create this impression to a person who was not Going Through It (hence the read-more and, like, also: if you are a recent Ghosts follower you have done nothing wrong and have been nothing but nice to me and I don't want you to reassure me*, I'm just insane and I need to get a grip/have serious mental health issues and need to be better at distress tolerance and not being so insecure in how I'm perceived and prone to assuming that people are sick of me.

But, anyway, I think that part of this is just like... also pretty normal? Hypomanic episodes can last up to months, but usually they do fizzle out much sooner than that for most people most of the time, so I think that I just have kind of run out of steam and now I'm going low again having been pretty high for a sustained two-ish weeks and the very obvious external end of the line signal given by NaNo ending has kind of naturally triggered that downturn.

And I am like, speaking pretty approximately here? I think I probably have mixed episodes more than pure hypomanic episodes, for the most part? But, yeah, I don't know. I think the rollercoaster is coming out of a corkscrew and it's just going down now. Which, you know, does suck but it also won't last forever, so that is some comfort. I also still think I might be premenstrual, which does fuck with my head a lot, so, y'know. TL;DR, I'll be fine, but I am having a hard time. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

*Like, genuinely, please don't. This is a Me problem and I think it would be bad both for me and for my relationships with others if I were to make the people around me feel that they had to constantly protect my feelings by showering me with attention and reassurance, or whatever. And also, like, I'd feel Very Bad if I thought other people felt guilted into doing that because I made a vent post about my irrational feelings that I know full well on an intellectual level are not reflecting an objective reality, because other people do not deserve to feel personally responsible for the bullshit my brain pulls on me.

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This popped into my head randomly and now I must know. with the pendant’s severing spell, it needs an incantation to work. So what would happen if someone started the incantation and then got interrupted? Would it just fizzle out and do nothing? Would it still sever but be missing an effect? Would it do this weird half sever thing? My brain has been running on 2 hours of sleep and too many theories.

HMMMM I haven't really thought about it but I think most likely it would just fizzle out. I didn't want to make the charm so powerful that it could easily sever souls on the fly (so they aren't just running around "killing" people), so the target has to be still while the spell is being cast. A half-severing sounds pretty horrific though! It could be fun to play with in a different story, but for my story I needed this thing to have some limits haha

In theory they would be still because they're a willing participant in the severing. In practice... well you can always just tie someone down or incapacitate them and it's the same thing.

The Voice intended it to be used willingly but also doesn't really care that it gets used unwillingly.

btw I couldn't really find anywhere to include this detail but the Elementals also learned the spells from the cave (or at least the wind elemental did) because the spells are actually written on the walls, underneath the moss. But the Voice only lets people in when he wants to, and only let the Elementals in because they claimed to be willing users of the charm. He can't actually talk to or affect anyone who isn't actively cursed, but he has enough magic power he can still manipulate the environment, at least within his cave.

Unfortunately for Leo the voice took an immediate interest in him because he was already cursed.

Hopefully they never actually find out it would have been that easy |'D

Also I imagined the moss feeds off a certain kind of icky dark magic which is why it's growing both where the Voice is and where the Witch of the Depths is. Again idk where to include that detail but in my head that's the Deep Lore lol

Thanks for the ask!

#fic: i may be invisible but i still look good

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wholemleko · 3 months

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updates ig???

(reposted from my deviantart)

so i guess this is like. my plans for the future or at least where i feel like im at when it comes to comics and such.

tl;dr - bird of death is my main project now and everything else is in uncertain limbo

details under the cut:

first thing is just, the state of my projects. bird of death, which im posting now, has completely taken over my brain and its something i enjoy working on much more because its part of a bigger project that im working on with a group of 6 other people and ultimately i think art is a social thing for me. at this point ive also got a 115+ page buffer which ive never even come close to before, so i feel very much at ease about being able to put it out into the world without the months long hiatuses ive gone on with my other comics. plus, it has elements in it that are largely influenced by ideas from my previous projects which i guess leads me to my next point...

which is that im growing burnt out of my older comics. i had for a long time. i occasionally experience moments where i really love my old stories again and give myself the impression that im ready to get back into them, but then it always ends up being temporary and fizzling out again just a week or so later. like venturing. i spent years working on it and theres so much left of the story for me to tell, things that i am still excited to show. but at the same time, its a story i started when i was 16 and i guess this happens to a lot of creators, but my writing style is so different now and when i look back at it i cringe. theres also the factor that felix is almost like an undercooked version of my protagonist in bird of death (for reasons that have only vaguely been revealed). so when i think about writing his story it just feels like. he's the same guy but more poorly put together by a younger me.

this same thing goes for another comic project that ive never shared publicly but which ive been working on for just as long as ive been working on venturing. its actually the story im using for my final project for my degree lmao. the characters in it that im most invested in feel like early drafts for characters from bird of death... the catharsis of writing them has moved to this new story. my old projects just feel like early drafts of this new one but wearing different clothes. they are all born of the same train of thought.

then theres the matter of my fancomics. children of decay is so early on and undercooked that i barely have anything to say about it except that i still love the idea of having a warriors comic, but man i am just not invested in it the way i am with bird of death. (also the fact their titles are so similar... feels silly lol).

my moomin fancomics are a whole other matter... im not the writer for them, and theres still a ton of content that i wanted to cover. im still only in the first chapter of blackthorn tree, and i wanted to adapt 4 more fics afterwards. they are stories that i love, and which continue to be very dear to me, but the inspiration that gave me is, again, now being channeled into my newest project. i guess that makes sense, given that my protagonist was originally made to be a moomin oc. ive also felt increasingly disconnected from the moomin fandom, not because i like the series itself any less, but the fandom landscape is just very different from what it was. another factor is that i did actually have the rest of chapter 1 almost finished, but i lost all those files when my old ipad got fried and this really bummed me out, just a further discouragement.

putting all these things on the backburner feels bad. i dont like saying that i dont know when or even if i will come back to certain projects. i know lots of people enjoyed what i was making, especially venturing and the moomin comics. but i just cant find it in myself to commit to them again now that this new project has pretty much overtaken me, and i dont know if that commitment will ever come back. this isnt to say that i am putting an end to any of them or that im quitting them. just that they are not the thing i am committed to, and i am putting them into uncertain limbo. it feels smarter to concentrate my energy on a project i am much more devoted to now, which is very developed, and which i am making alongside other people who are also very devoted to the greater project.

if u got this far thanks for reading, and thanks to all those who've supported me over the years in my creative endeavors

#mlekoposting

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ULTRAVIOLET VISIONS: Mid August New Releases

Hello everyone! This week I've been going back and listening to some things I picked up during this month's Bandcamp Friday, as well as doing some digital crate-digging through the Vaporwave/Plunderphonic tags on Bandcamp. Let's get started with some of the new releases that have been in my rotation this week!

Starting off with the new Tabby release,"Macintosh Hell, this is one of the releases I picked up on Bandcamp Friday over at the Pause and Reflect Music label. This is actually my first release I've heard from Tabby and I have been pleasantly suprised. Macintosh Hell is 14 tracks of pure Vapor/Electronic vibes that fluctuate between upbeat and joyful tracks like the opener "Online", to heavier tracks like "Hacker". The vocal sampling is a core piece to this record and is something I instantly gravitated towards like in the track "Personalized Entertainment”. I love the heavy Electronics in tracks like "The Second Big Bang" where the synths creep in so beautifully, bringing you this larger than life soundscape that is so cinematic. The instrumentals of this record remind me of sounds you'd hear in something death's dynamic shroud's "Darklife" mixed with the terminally online lingo and presence of something like Death Grips "The Money Store" or JPEGMAFIA's "Veteran". Overall this album has been an extremely refreshing blend of my favorite Electronic sounds with some of my favorite Vaporwave tropes. With this record, Tabby has cemented themselves in my brain as an artist to keep a look out for in the future. Favorite songs: Online, Hacker, The Second Big Bang, Every Lie We Had.

"Someday We'll Find It" was a surprise collaboration announcement between the amazing Scarlett Lemieux and Serenade Systems Incorporated (aka Amanita), and released this Tuesday on First Class Collective! This album is a split release filled with 10 slushy Vaporwave tracks with 5 tracks by Scarlett and 5 tracks by Amanita. There is a common atmosphere of this "stage play" vibe where the collections of songs sound very large and grand, as well as having these sorta interludes between of sampled songs from the Muppets (something I would've never guessed to hear in a Vaporwave album lol). Scarlett and Amanita compliment each other beautifully and crafted this nostalgic mesh of ambient and slushwave where each song makes you reminisce childhood regardless of whether you recognize or relate to the sample material or not. Definitely a recommended listen as is a very unique blend of atmospheres for a Vaporwave release. Favorite tracks: Go Back There, Labyrinth Walk, A Call From A Child's Dimension

"Trois Mouvements" is the newest release from up and coming ambient vapor artist, Endless Corridors. I've been aware of this artist since their debut back in April last year over at Skyline Tapes. The album runs a little over 30 minutes and is split between 3 tracks, "I, II, and III". "I" starts off by building an incredible atmosphere with 13 minutes of smooth, ethereal pads that make you feel like you're gazing through skyscrapers in a city. As the song develops, the sounds start to crackle and deteriorate as we enter the track "II". "II" is a darker piece in comparison where we start off in a more simple somber note and then gradually progress into more harsh noises and textures. A little bit past the halfway mark is when things sound like they are coming to a climax as the track wails towards the end before entering "III". "III" ends the album off in such a beautiful way. The rain has fizzled out and we are left with extremely soft pads as this low key arpeggio comes in as if to welcome you and rewarding you for making it here. A flute melody comes in and is accompanied by these soft plucked pianos that make you feel so personally connected to the sounds being presented to you. An extremely gratifying ending with such a slow satisfying build up towards the end as we wind down and close off this beautiful sonic atmosphere. Favorite track: III

"MEMORIES保存する価値がある" is the latest release from classic vapor/mallsoft artist, 𝕄ꌦꌚ✞ỉር Ⓜᗩ爪𝕭ꋬ. Memories shows off Mystic Mamba's classic vapor style with their love and connection to the sample material. This record feels like a personal trip down Memory lane through this wide sonic atmosphere as we revisit songs from Mystic Mambas past. I think they gave such an accurate description to the emotions you may feel when listening in their description:

Sometimes, a special person enters your life. Someone with whom you share numerous wonderful experiences. Someone who you grow to love, as a friend, as extended family, as someone you could call a partner. And you feel like things are meant to last forever, but sometimes, that’s not how things turn out. The wonderful times come to an end, and while that may be sad, it does not mean that you should live with regret. Because those memories brought you happiness. The laughter, the smiles, the peace you shared, that’s what matters in the end. And those memories are worth saving…

I typically never gravitate towards mallsoft styled music, but this album feels very personally hand crafted to mimic a curated mixtape of tracks from their past that specifically remind them more than just a time, but a person and their connection with them as well. It's very common to invoke nostalgia in Vaporwave, but to invoke the feeling of longing for a personal time period in one's life is truly special worth listening to. Favorite tracks: ⓢ☋❡ꍏ☈Ϝ♗♫ꍏ, ❡ꍏ♔♗♫❡ Ϝ⊙☈ ♄⊙☋☈ⓢ, ⓢ⌘ⓢω

Spencer Hodo dropped a small 2 track release over on the Anti-Club label. Both tracks feature Hodo's classic eclectic blend of break-beats and electronic music. Hodo wastes no time with these tracks and just hammers down idea after idea in order to keep things moving without staying still for too long. The first track "due diligence" is extremely electronic and glitchy at its core. Thee synths are shifting into different rhythms and melodies every second while retaining their familiarity. The drum breaks on this track are meticulously chopped to keep the track in a constant state of flow and movement. The second track "intentional lands" starts off on the opposite spectrum with its more acoustic sounds of a guitar melody on top of some more low-key drumming. Around the 1:20 mark is when things start to come to fruition with this insane wailing synth sequence that somehow blends perfectly with the original guitar without sounding at sonic odds. What we're left with is this beautiful blend of organic sounds mixed with electronic sequences. Favorite track: intentional lands This month's releases have been amazing so far and I highly recommend everyone to give each and every one of these projects a listen. If you have any newer releases you'd like me to cover, feel free to send me submissions over at my Discord, in the submissions tab here on my blog, or send an email at [email protected]. Thank you all for checking out this week's UVF blog and please share it around to your friends :). I'm gonna try and come out with a new post every Friday and cover things from New Releases in the scene as well as albums Ive just been listening to and highly recommend. Have a great Friday UVF! -portal.uvf

#Bandcamp #music blog #vaporwave #electronic music #new music

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absolutely-not-my-main-blog · 1 year

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Omg what parallels did you come up with for Buffy and Sunny (serious ones or not so serious lol)

*You fool, you just activated my trap card.jpeg*

They both initiated the growth of strange fungus on my brain and were able to instill the elusive brainrot within me.

Town named Sunnydale, show named Always Sunny, never actually all that sunny metaphorically speaking for those involved, jk, jk.

But yeah, the parallels are less *concrete*/plot related or anything-- though I'm sure I could find something in that respect if I were to try--and more just in terms of the effects both shows were able to have on me in a way nothing else has, and how unexpected those effects were. Because for about 8 years now, while other interests have come and gone despite me thinking "oh this is gonna be the one" before they fizzled out again, Buffy has consistently been the only thing that's really stuck with me, and I thought I'd never feel that way about anything else again... until Sunny came along.

(Advanced apologies for you here, this will not be concise or coherent)

And no one was more surprised than me at the outcome of both of these things, because I remember when I first started Buffy, the opening episodes aren't the strongest, and I kind of turned to my sister with a skeptical look like *bitch, you live like this.jpeg* "You watched all 7 seasons of this?" I mean, the mantis alone, hello? But now, this show is imprinted on my very being. You'd be hard pressed to have a conversation with me and not hear about Buffy at least once. And Sunny... my God, Sunny, I came into it expecting the worst of the worst, I told myself I was just gonna watch one (1) episode just to see how bad it is, and at first it really almost is a "so bad you can't look away" situation in a way, but then suddenly, suddenly it clicks and you go, no, no, this is... incredibly well made, and just as suddenly, it was infiltrating my conversations, my rambles, my every thought, just as strongly as Buffy ever had, and soon Buffy was sharing the override codes to rewiring my brain with a new contender, the one no one bet on.

And I think a lot of this effect crucially comes down to the innate way each show is able to balance the humour and the ridiculousness of their situations with the reality and distinct humanity of their characters, especially in the incorporation of little, at times almost mundane, details as well as the subversion of tropes you wouldn't usually expect within their respective genres that make everything else hit 1000x harder than their contemporaries. Blanking on all specific examples, but you know!

I mean, Buffy has a reputation as this cheesy, bad cgi, kind of silly supernatural monster of the week 90s teen show, and it is! It very much is! That's part of its appeal. It's fun, it's bizarre, but it's also razor sharp, layered in metaphors about growing up, about grief, about love and fear and life and death and sacrifice, both big and small, and it doesn't compromise one aspect for the other, they play off of and elevate each other to maximum effect. But even amidst all that, most importantly, at the heart of the show is the Scooby Gang themselves, (hey, they're both called the gang, I've connected the dots, am I right, fellas?), and how all these things have come to shape them and how they have come to shape each other, while also kind of being stuck in their own bubble where no one else can understand what they've been through. And the thing that really sets it apart is we get to see the potential of everything that was and could have been, we get to see the glimpses of their normal lives, or what their lives once were. We get to see what they lost, we get to see them lose, or at least feel it in the narrative, and we get to see bits of ourselves in them and how that informs their choices. We get to see a scared young girl who still keeps a little stuffed animal in her room, goes to the mall and just wants to be a cheerleader and go to prom, have a date with a nice boy, laugh with her friends and survive highschool in a non-supernatural sense, but whose predestined assigned role was always going to thrust her against her will into a horror show where she is forced to become something else. We get to see these little points of familiarity, and only then... do we get to see them all torn down.

I know there's some quote from Whedon floating around out there that goes something like, "If you don't have the small, the big doesn't matter." And he's right. It's these silly seeming little moments of reality amongst the chaos that make us care.

Because, yes, Whedon may be horrendous as a person and at times horrendous at continuity and follow through and whatever, but I think one thing he did understand was psychology and how to hit the audience where it hurts, especially utilizing humour in such a way it could either make you bust a gut, or it could gut you, and this is all in a way that doesn't necessarily translate as well to other projects he's been involved with like say, the MCU, where they had the big events, made the quips, but they didn't do the work of character development or the little moments before the events to make them anything more than hollow.

And I think RCG really understand this, too. Though, while Buffy is primarily a tragedy with elements of comedy, Sunny is obviously more a comedy with elements of tragedy. So Buffy gives us the moments of light in the darkness that have the ability to destroy you, and Sunny often gives us these moments of darkness in the light that have that very same ability if you start to think too much. The lines are very blurred genre wise in both cases actually.

Because Sunny, in its corner, meanwhile has a reputation as the haha funny terrible person meme who pooped the bed show, you know. And it is, too! There's nothing wrong with that! It's silly, it's out there, it's meant to be fun. But it's also biting satire with a knack for sitcom trope subversion like no other, and it's also genuinely the most intense and psychologically fascinating character study I have ever seen. They put so much thought into why these people are the way they are, why they do what they do, they throw in all these little details that seem innocuous or random but almost always turn out to mean so much more to the characters and their decisions as a whole. Unlike Buffy, we don't necessarily see on screen most of the events that have changed them in their formative years, but we see the lingering/haunting effect they carry into the present, trapping them in that same kind of bubble of their own, and it works just the same, if not better because being older and have more background behind them to build off of. Anyway, we see these terrible, egotistical, ridiculous people messing up the lives of others and themselves, but then they pull out the rug and we see a glimpse of these damaged kids who just wanted love from their parents, who grew up in circumstances that meant they almost never could have turned out any other way... could they? This whole thing of fate and circumstance and the traumas that shape us, and metaphors in monsters and in cats in walls and--

Uh where was I?

Shows that are funny, that are comforting, but on some level profoundly sad and more than meets the eye!

I think the main parallel between them is just how innocuous they seem to the casual outside observer. How none of this means anything if not seen firsthand, or how this looks like Charlie with the Pepe Silvia board, especially when I'm trying to tell the group chat that the Preying Mantis Sex Dungeon and the Magnum Condom for Danny Devito's monster dong shows are unrivaled feats of television writing and psychological prowess. Also how they're able to toe the line/bend their perceived genres in unexpected ways.

Also, Buffy is the show for growing up a loser and Sunny is the show for being grown up and still a loser (me-core).

And uuh, let's see *scrambling* people who associate with the Scooby Gang or the gang, both cases, they're probably gotta get their lives ruined/or end up dying. That's not my real parallel though.

I would be so interested in trying to find real, legit parallels in both shows though, because I'm 100% sure they exist. I saw someone say how Mac was Spike coded and yeah, I could totally see it. Dennis could be in a way, too, but Mac and Spike did both make sex dolls of the objects of their affection and let me tell you Mac + the lyrics to Spike's Rest in Peace, yeah. Anyway, been wanting to do a Buffy rewatch for ages, and Sunny is still at a good heightened stage of fixation for a rewatch as well. I know when I was initially drawing all my parallels, though, I had something better than this incoherent ramble because I was reading this mediocre book of Buffy essays at the time but there was one describing something about it where I was just like, whoa, that's just like Sunny 100% that's what's making me tick in both shows, and now I can't for the life of me find what it was, but a good disclaimer for that line of inquiry is I think this was the week I also had covid, can't recall.

#ask #long post #anmmbposts #btvs #iasip

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senditothemoonn · 1 year

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Hii!! I love your art and headcanons they give me so many brain wiggles

I wanna make a scotfra fic but i have literally no idea what to make it about? If you have any ideas I could pilfer I would much appreciate 🧍

I have sooooo many ideas dude 😭 like my Google docs is just full of unfinished fics and au ideas. A lot of them are based off movies and stuff because I am ✨ unoriginal ✨

But you know you've got the courtesan au (Francis is a beautiful, sexy prostitute during the 18th century, Alasdair is from a wealthy upper class family. Can their love prevail?? Only you can decide)

And you've got the Notting Hill au (perfect for scotfra if you ask me (or ukfr tbh because Hugh Grant am I right) but I had fun writing out a first chapter for that idea before I let it fizzle out and die ajsjdjjs)

Then you've got the classic mermaid x fisherman/pirate/whatever seafaring career picks your fancy (in my au Alasdair was a lighthouse keeper because I guess I had just watched The Lighthouse?? Lol and I was in that headspace ajsjsjs but like this is a favourite au of mine just for the mermaid sex alone)

Not forgetting the single parent au (there's strong arguments for both single dilf Alasdair and single milf Francis and both are good in my humble opinion but like single parent Fran, owns a little bakery, moves to a quaint little Scottish town, him and his son falling head over heels for the local sad man who wears flannel shirts and backwards baseball caps 👀)

Not to mention the ICONIC fake dating au (in the one I have planned out it's a proposal style au. Francis is like "Alasdair you have to marry me...Brexit...blah blah...deported" but you could hopefully think of a better excuse ajsjdjsjs. Fake dating aus are an absolute favourite of mine and I don't think it's been done for scotfra yet? (Correct me if I am wrong please) I love this au for many reasons but above all it just lends itself so well to slow burn, sexual tension, jealousy, misunderstandings all that good shit 🤤)

One au that I like to think about a lot is a bit harder to categorise but if you've ever seen the movie Leap Year, then it's just that ajsdjsha and basically an au where francis is a spoiled little rich boy and Alasdair helps pull him bac down to earth.

Then of course there's the amnesia au (obviously it's up to you who gets amnesia but in the one I started writing it was Francis ajsjdjs also in the au Alasdair was a rugby player (not really relevant to the plot that much but I just think rugby player Alasdair is so sexy plus him being kind of a celebrity adds something to the angst of it all))

Last but not least, you can never go wrong with omegaverse (if you're into that)

These are all very abridged overviews and I could go into more detail for all of these but then we'd be here all day. If you wanna brainstorm about fic ideas and scotfra in general then u can totally DM me if u want 💖 I'm always down to gush about my otp 😭

#ask #sorry i got kinda carried away #hope these are useful tho!#scotfra

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kckenobi · 1 year

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fic writer interview

Thanks for the tag @katierosefun! Took me a minute to finish this and post but.....

Name/nickname: kasey!

Fandoms: I feel like I tend to be on the fringes of fandom for most media lol, with Star Wars being the only one I've really been active in. But I guess the ones floating around in my brain most often are bly manor/hill house and Star Trek tng?

Two shots? I don't actually know if I have any, except if you count Room to Grow and A Moment and A Memory which were connected (completely forgot the titles of both of those for a sec, wow).

Most-popular multi-chapter fic: as far as subscriptions and kudos it's probably bloodlines, my fic about Dooku, Obi-Wan and Anakin getting stranded together. But more recently Rhapsody and Blue, my orchestra au, has gotten some lovely attention, which is nice bc that one's definitely closer to my heart!

Actual worst part of writing: "oh god that's a huge plot hole"

How you choose your titles: I usually try first for a theme from the fic that can be summed up in a word or two, but after that I pick from song lyrics or poems lol

Do you outline? Yes, usually! Or I at least come up with a plan. I have to outline for longer projects or I'll forget where I was going and run out of steam. For shorter ones, I usually try to at least have a beginning, middle, and end thought out from the beginning, even if they're not fleshed put! Doing that just keeps me from hitting a wall and fizzling out when I get stuck, bc I at least know what's supposed to come next.

Ideas you probably won't get around to, but wouldn't it be nice: hmm, I like to think I'll eventually get around to everything I want to? But there's definitely a handful of ideas I've started only to put them on the back burner—I was thinking about a sequel to Rhapsody in Blue for a while, but i just had a hard time deciding what the conflict in that story would be since Palpatine is dead lol. But I'm not saying I won't get to it, because I still might!

Callouts @ me: how—many times—can you put an em-dash in one paragraph—also you write about the same themes over and over again—

Best writing traits: Hmm, I think one of the things I've gotten good at over the years is structuring a scene/structuring a longer plot. It's something I think was hard to learn, like as far as pacing and the balance between dialogue and action, and how to weave multiple plot lines into something that feels cohesive. Reading my old writing vs recent stuff, that's just been something I've noticed!

Spicy tangential opinion: the whole "only queer people can write queer stories" idea hurts people who are closeted or questioning more than it protects anyone, and no one owes you any piece of information about their identity to justify their writing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

tags: @calltomuster @meantforinfinitesadness @pandora15 @giggles-and-freckles @indigostars @tessiete

#tag game #fic related asks

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katatonicimpression · 10 months

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2 for Shinobi, 12 for Monet, 14 for Bobby (shaking things up lol)

2. When I think I truly started to like Shinobi

I remember years and years ago encountering him when going through 90s xforce. There's a very memorable scene where the team just teleport into his bathtub.

But I only started to pay specific attention to him again in lockdown when I got back into comics in a big way and the wasted potential of Marauders melted my brain. Then I went back through all his past appearances and became a bit obsessed.

He's a poor little meow meow who's far too incompetent to be held responsible for his attempts at supervillainy.

12. Sexuality hc for Monet!

I feel like she's straight.. although my favourite ship for her is a gay one lol. Straight-ish. Heteroflexible.

14. Best storyline Bobby had

The aftermath of Emma taking over his body in the early 90s is where we get some of his best character stuff. It's got the drama with his dad, and the gay themes. Although, I guess, as a "storyline", there's a sense in which this just fizzles out without a strong arc.

Shout out to the cloud thing in defenders, even if it's a bit dated now, we enjoy gender fluid antics in this house. Although, again, this never feels resolved in a narrative sense. That's a pretty common thing in comics writing though so whatever.

I do love the 2017 and 2018 solo series, I think they do manage to feel like they've said something about him. Also, a small thing, but I feel like Grace was the last guy to write him actually feeling like an adult. This is a larger problem across a lot of media rn, especially marvel, especially xmen, but yeah. Sometimes you want stories that feel like they're about adults, and not this YA/coming of age trend every single time.

And I'm a big fan of Vecchio's take on him too, even if they're just little cartoony infinity comics. There's a complete arc there, a good shape to the stories, and a solid grasp on the kind of guy Bobby is, his specific anxieties and what he needs right now.

#asks

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chilly-flame · 2 years

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I’ve reread so many of your fics, but here’s an attempt to talk about some fave moments with your writing! 6. Something I remember vividly Both the window sex and the almost snowed-out Chicago hotel meetup in “Four Suites and One Room” totally reconfigured my thinking about romance writing TBH! The whole not-talking-about-things and the whole kind-of-talking-about-things and the non-verbal ways of establishing closeness that’s happening almost in direct opposition to the characters’ intellectual positions about what they’re doing together! It’s so good. 8. What I like most about your writing You aren’t afraid to bite off something big and explore it competently and beautifully and confidently? Like “This Must Be the Place” and “Even,” which are both HUGE stories not just in terms of word count but in terms of scope. I’ve always been so impressed by your ability to dive into a different professional direction for a character and fully figure out how they’d inhabit that space. And you do it without sacrificing the small moments of intimacy that give a story texture and beauty! 15. A question I have about one of your fics This isn’t actually a question about your existing fic, but a question about the future! I know life is life-ing at you and you aren’t actively writing at the moment (❤️), but have you watched anything that’s giving you the itch? Your writing is so brilliant and just thinking about your ao3 page is making me realize I need to reread “Cake” and that one with the dildo in the dishwasher (LOLLLLL) and all sorts of other stories of yours that it’s been way too long since I revisited! Cheers to you!

This was a DELIGHT to read, no surprise there. Thank you so much for these comments! Always, always love to hear from you.

That Four Suites window sex scene has come up as a favorite for more than one reader, which is always interesting to me; maybe it's the faux-risk combined with faux-exhibitionism? Four Suites is memorable for me because it was one of the first times I started something that sounded fun and then I ran out of gas after a while, but picked it up and finished it much later. That turned out to be sort of a habit.

Also, often my Andy and Miranda talk A LOT (so much so that some readers have called me out by saying that people don't talk about their feelings so openly and like adults - a valid complaint) so this one was definitely an outlier. The build up is to the feelings, not to the kiss.

And writing Big Things? I am *so absolutely* afraid of writing big things, it's just that the ideas are often so large with a resolution that hasn't exactly coalesced that it takes a really long time to get there. "Even" was easier because the end was only ever going to be one thing, but as you know, "This Must Be the Place" sat on the shelf for YEARS as I tried to figure out where to go. Send Andy back to covering wars? Send her to a foreign country and have her and Miranda do long-distance? Have Miranda retire and follow Andy around the world? I think it was helpful for me to grow older before I finished that story because the ending I gave them, happy but a work in progress, is the one that I like the most.

I haven't watched anything new that has given me the itch to write. I think that's why I tend to go back to Andy and Miranda. For some reason, their fantasy world with its super tiny source material is just so much fun to stretch and reform (and reformat) that it is my happy place. I've enjoyed many shows lately, but none that captured my fic-reading attention. I do have a couple of DWP ideas in my brain; one is pandemic based, but it seems so silly now, two and a half years in, that it might fizzle out into nothing. The other is an idea from a prompt I got from a group but haven't started it. We shall see.

Cake - that one was fun. Geez, I have written like, ALL the AUs! lol

Thank you again, pal!

#my fic #@chainofclovers

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