#no proofread lollll

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Welcome to Spider Society -

A mega-post of my headcanons and (very) loose analysis of Spider Society and How It Works - like day to day. Or rather, how it works for recruits.

I'll be looking at things like dorms, contracts, mentors and more. [All of these are my headcanons really, so take what you like and leave what you don't.]

Recruitment - Your First Days At HQ

Learning about the multiverse can without a doubt be a jarring experience for some - And a new recruit's first days at HQ are usually no different.

Day One - First Contact

Based on the scenario, recruitment can happen one of two ways - each with different procedures based on the situation. Merit Recruit - Merit recruits are Spider-people approached on the grounds of merit, experience, or distinction. Spider-people from especially unique worlds, or those with extensive experience are approached by the Spider Society and extended an official invitation to join. Each potential recruit is profiled based on a number of things, including mental stability, talent, personality, or need. A potential recruit is then matched with an active member - an a first contact is organized. Potential Recruits are algorithmically matched with a Spider-person most likely to successfully recruit them - based on personality, emotional connection potential, and a host of other things. Pavitr Prabhakar, Peter B. Parker, and Hobie Brown are all Merit Recruits. Merit Recruits are more likely to bargain contracts, in order to enter the society at a high rank, or receive more perks. Hobie has bargained his contract for limited days - and he is only called for high profile missions. Other recruits cannot negotiate contacts, but Hobie hopes to unionize and change that.

Supervisory Recruit - A Supervisory Recruit is a Spider-person who is profiled and approached based on their 'need' or a growing concern for the situation of their universe. This mostly includes those from dystopian universes, experiencing their 'Public Enemy' Canon Event, or going through financial hardship. Although this also includes a small class of 'Critical Destabilization' Recruits - Spider-people from universes experience anomalies, or multiversal decay. Although approached as a Merit Recruit - Pavitr's file is now labeled as a Critical Destabilization member. Those with a 'CD' designation typically live in dorms as their worlds are closely monitored. CD Spider-people are deeply 'encouraged' to complete as many Canon Events as possible, in order to avoid possible anomalies.

Educational Recruit - Although rare, there are a small number of Educational Recruits - members approached based on their own educational research of the multiverse. If it is determined that a Spider-person has learned about the multi-verse on through their own research, the Society will make direct contact with them as soon as possible. Only a few high-ranking members are chosen to approach Educational Recruits - ready to answer any scientific questions they may have. Educational Recruits take seniority over Merit Recruits, and are also able to negotiate contracts - including access to Society technology. There is also a small academics program in which incoming Educational Recruits can study under other Genius Spider-people. They're trained in The Society Laboratory to develop new technologies and studying the multiverse. Most Educational Recruits are do not work in the field. Margo Kess is an Educational Recruit and is an early graduate of the academics program. Her job at the Go-Home Machine was negoitated in her contract.

Emergency Recruit - Emergency recruits are those who join the society through an Active Call. Contact is made with the recruit in order to prevent or capture anomalies, and treat multiversal decay. Emergency Recruit's experience an extended introduction period, in which they are emotionally monitored and treated before meeting Miguel and continuing on to their Evaluations. Emergency Recruits live on campus in separate private dorms in order to help with the shock. Gwen is an Emergency Recruit.

Next comes your Evaluations.

Evaluations

One of the most intense parts of joining Spider Society is often the evaluations. Because there are a LOT of them. Still recruits, incoming members take a number of evaluations and tests before becoming trainees. There's no way to fail these tests, but they're lengthy, and the data is used for a number of things, known and unknown

Week 1 - Your First Tests

After a contract is negotiated and a recruit accepts their invitation, the recruit is sent home with some materials in order to process what they've just learned. They're given a date and a time for them to return to meet their mentor and take their evaluations. These evaluations usually take a couple of days and so some may say in the dorms for the duration of this. Their original recruitment member will return to meet the recruit and take them back to HQ - and this is usually a time to bond and ask questions. Your recruitment officer is not the same as your mentor, instead they are someone you are mathematically chosen to get along with most. But how do they determine that? -

Your first evaluation at HQ starts before you even notice. Conversation With Lyla - Personality Analysis Prior to meeting Miguel for the second time, the recruit is asked to sit in the lab Gwen and Miles are shown walking through, and wait for Miguel. During this time, Lyla will appear on the console, and make light conversation with the new recruit. In doing so she begins her first analysis on the recruits humor, confidence, comfortability, extrovertedness, assertiveness, and a number of other things. With this, she begins to construct a profile. This conversation may last somewhere between 4-8 minutes - in which Miguel is given a report on you. Lyla is programmed to make the conversation as light as possible, as the participant should not be aware at the time of the test. Only a few have been able to recognize this tactic for what it is. Hobie being one of them. After questioning Lyla as to what she was, when she explained she was an AI - he stopped talking and refused to speak to her any further at that time. This raised his bargaining price with Miguel immensely. Event Screening - Moral Alignment Analysis Assigned by Lyla, A recruit's moral alignment is a profile taken by Lyla at the beginning of their contract, and annually every year after. Arguably the most time-consuming and tedious of the evaluations. Scenario Screening: A Recruit is seated in a lab with Lyla once more. Lyla shows the recruit a number of semi-realistic scenarios in an immersive simulation - similar to the ones Miguel shows Miles. Recruits are asked to respond to each scenario out loud and explain their reasoning, with Lyla making it as conversational as possible. However, this information is not taken at face value. During this conversation Lyla crossmatches. Career Screening: As you go through the Scenario Screening, Lyla will ALSO crossmatch your answers to past events in your career, pulled from sources like news television, and Daily Bugle reports in order to determine if what you are saying is true to your behavior. Both of these reports are combinded to determine truthfulness, self-awareness, selflessness, spontaneity and a number of other factors. This too is added to your file. A Session with Spider-Psyche - Mental Health Analysis Most people hate this part. The last evaluation is a three-session stint with a Spider-Psyche across three different days. During this time, your mental health will be evaluated, as the therapist begins to ask questions related to your canon events. In doing this, your events will be added to your file. This evaluation determines a recruit's mental stability, past traumas, and - hopefully - help determine their canon events in the future. The mental health analysis is due every six months - for every Spider person on campus. It's mandatory. The mental health center is robust, and appointments are easy to get. There is also a Post-Canon Crisis Center and multiple talk groups open for attendance.

Mentorship

Week 2, Day 1 - Meeting your mentor

Now that Lyla has a full profile of the recruit, they official become a member of the Society, earning their entry level badge - a card that gives access to the food court, showers, and other facilities.

As Lyla combines your evaluations into your file - she uses your Moral Alignment, Personality, and Mental Stability to assign you to an senior advisor to report to.

Mentors are responsible for Mission statuses, training updates, and a number of other things - depending on the recruit type and their needs.

There are many mentors on campus, including Ben Reilly, Lego-Spider-Man (for the non-human Spidey-people), Peter B. Parker, SunSpider, and some others.

Typically, a recruitment agent is a mentor in training. Had Hobie stayed in The Society, he would have achieved Mentor status.

First meeting: Largely determined by the mentor's preferred teach method, the first meeting with your mentor is fully determined by them. And some do not give a heads-up. It's encouraged that mentors visit their trainee's home dimension and/or join them on patrol. Mostly because next week, when you begin training, your mentor's report on you will determine your starting level and skillset. The Following Days: Second & Third Meeting Mentors are also encouraged to take and train their trainees in their own home world - for the trainee to get accustomed to blending in and working out there in the multiverse field. During the third meeting, Trainees are often given a tour of the facilities. Most mentors use this as a time to talk - mainly at the food court - in order to gauge their new trainee's skills, likes, goals, and needs. Report of Status and/or Need: Submitted by the end of Week 2 By the end of Week 2 your mentor will submit a report on you and their thoughts, as well as details on your experience, strengths, and skills. They will also determine things like your category - a descriptor of your fighting and battle techniques. There a nearly a dozen classes of category ranging from 'Speedsters' (Disco-Spider and Brown-Spider), to Wielders (those who wield extra weapons in addition - i.e Spider-Punk). You can fall into two or more categories at once - and your category is a large factor in your selection in particular missions. This entire status report - along with their full file and evaluations - is submitted directly to Miguel, not Lyla. And he reads each and every file. Miguel also requests a Report of Need if neccesary - detailing any struggles - financial, safety, or otherwise, that a trainee may need. For non-emergency recruits, this is also the time to sign up for dorms. In accordance with this report, Mentors must report HOW they're helping their trainee and their progress in need. For example, if a Spider-person is facing eviction or behind on rent, The Society will offer housing aid to assure they can keep their home, and they will continually check in to assures it stays this way. Once again, every one of these reports is screen by Miguel personally. (i.e Jessica is required by this rule to report how many days Gwen has slept on campus each month - as apart of her 'Need Relief Report'. Gwen got in trouble multiple times for spending under the required amount, during her time sleeping at Hobie's.)

Mentor Reports:

Mentors are required to give routine Training and Development Reports routinely - the frequency based on their time with The Society, starting at weekly and decreasing from there.

Personal Report:

You and your mentor may fill out a personal report, either together or by yourself.

This is to detail your feelings as needs as a new member, what you'd like changed, what you need, etc. This can range from anything from needing to set up Spider-psyche appointments, an increase in meal plan, or special accommodations.

Merit and Educational Recruits also fill out a Report of Perks & Benefits, in which they request things like entry into the Education program, private rooms, suit upgrades, and more.

Contract Negotiation: MERIT and EDUCATIONAL only

During this time, Trainees can now negotiate their contracts fully - outside of the Perks & Benefits, though taking more than usual is hard to get out of Miguel. But possible.

This negotiation is a personal sit down with Miguel, your mentor, you and Lyla. Your recruitment advisor can also be present for this as your second rep (besides your menton). After this, their contract is solidified.

Hobie, for example has negotiated a limited amount of mission calls per monthly cycle, earning his file the label of Class S, only reserved for high-level missions cleared by Lyla. Your class is another designation besides your category, however this is determined after Week 3 - your Training Week. Get ready to meet the training rooms and coaches!

___________________________________________ So yeah, that's how I imagine the first week of The Society is like. Based on.... :) haha mmm

But this is all just complete headcanon of how I imagine it - based on things like how I imagine Lyla works or mission teams are form and other stuff.

In my head Hobie, Gwen, Diane, and all Spider-sonas had to go through this lol

Um this was fun if you read this far I really appreciate it!!!! So take this photo of Hobie and uhhh....uhmm uh

Bye.

(also I mention Brown Spider who belongs to @brown-spider

And Disco-Spider Diane who belongs to me!)

#no proofread lollll #Hobie tryna make Diane laugh and shes like just smile an AH smile and AH DONT LAUGH #atsv #across the spiderverse #Miguel ohara #Miguel o'hara #Peter Parker #spiderman #spider man #hobie brown #spiderpunk #spiderman 2099 #across the spider verse #marvel #gwen stacy #pavitr prabhakar #miles morales #atsv lyla #jessica drew #atsv analysis #spidergwen #spider gwen

[mingwrites]

baby boy 🧸

WARNINGS: smut (MDNI) , seonghwa x afab reader, reader is called mommy, reader is a gentle dom, mutual masturbation, cunnilingus, intercourse, cream pie

1,300 words

~♡༚✧˳⁺⁎

in the middle of the night, a knock at your door awoke you from your dreams. you heard a small whimper, and even in your hazy, half-awake state you knew it would be your roommate seonghwa up and needy again.

you sat up and glanced at the clock. 3:40. then you turned your head to the tall and thin shadow in your doorway. “seonghwa?” your groggy voiced whispered. “do you need mommy time again?”

“mhm,” a small voice replied, softly reverberating in the still, moonlit bedroom.

you patted your sheets. “alright, c’mere, baby.”

the shadow stepped into your room and you first noticed that seonghwa was naked save for a pair of briefs. you were then shocked to be met by a pair of puffy, red eyes. your spine shot up straight as you were suddenly fully alert. “honey, are you crying?”

seonghwa sniffled and rubbed his nose. “i was…a little while ago.” he sat beside you and you placed your hand on his shoulder. “i…um…i just…need you to make me feel better. please.”

“okay,” you said, your own mouth sinking into a pout. giving seonghwa a side hug, you told him, “i’ll make you feel better, i promise.”

“can…can you…get yourself off first?” he asked meekly, rubbing at his nose again. “i wanna watch.”

“of course, baby.”

when you first opened your legs for him, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. “you’re so pretty,” he would say, eyes glued to your pussy. the frown on his face was already fading, and he had stopped sniffling.

seonghwa let his hand rest idly over his crotch as he began to stiffen. he was completely transfixed your pleasure instead of his own. you moaned softly as you traced circles over your sensitive clit. “mm, mommy feels so good.”

“all for me?” seonghwa asked, finally returning to your eyes.

“all for you, baby boy. just for you.”

as you got closer, seonghwa became more and more exasperated. still only palming himself, you took pity on the poor, desperate man. you asked, “do you wanna take your pretty cock out, hwa?”

“mhm,” he nodded, lip between his teeth.

“you can do that, baby,” you assured him, “touch your pretty cock for mommy.”

he did as told, sliding his briefs down his thighs, exposing his tall, erect cock. he wrapped a hand around himself and began slowly pumping. immediately his stiff posture softened as he embraced the pleasure stemming from his cock and soaking into his tired body.

“how does it feel, baby boy?”

seonghwa whined, his eyes closed tightly like he would cry again. “it feels good, mommy.”

your stomach did a backflip at the sound of his sweet, needy little voice. not to mention, the sight of his frustrated, leaking cock in his delicate hand. you moaned louder as you felt your muscles tighten.

“good boy, seonghwa,” you panted out, “mommy’s so close for you."

seonghwa whimpered, his hand picking up its pace. “want mommy to cum,” he said, lips in a pout.

just then you did, a string of long moans escaping your lips as you closed your thighs around your hand. your body shook as the waves of orgasm overtook you. seonghwa stared all the while, savoring the sight, the sound, the smell of your pleasure.

he practically collapsed onto the mattress with a sob, landing on his stomach, cock still out and in need of attention. “mommyyy,” he whined, “you’re so pretty when you cum… thank you for letting me watch.”

you brought your fingers away from your clit and let your legs open again for seonghwa’s viewing pleasure, his face only inches away. “you’re always welcome to watch me, sweetheart. now, how about we get that cock of yours-“

“can i taste you?” he interrupted, eyes shining up at you like a puppy.

caught a little off guard, you asked, “do you want to?” although you should’ve known he would make such a request. seonghwa’s hunger was seemingly never satisfied.

“yes, mommy,” he answered.

“go ahead, baby boy.”

without wasting a second, seonghwa began lapping up your orgasm before wrapping his eager lips around your swollen, sensitive clit. he sucked diligently on your little nub, moaning against your pussy like a starved man. seonghwa had always had a way with his tongue, and he was always happy to use it.

soon, when the pleasure got to be too intense, you gently pushed seonghwa away. “too much, baby, it’s too much.” he wiped his mouth as he continued to stare at your helpless nub. "seonghwa," you whispered, giggling when his big, round, sleepy eyes finally met yours. "do you want me to take care of you, pretty boy?"

seonghwa simply nodded sheepishly, too shy to answer with his voice.

"do you wanna have mommy wrapped around your cock?"

he bit his lip. "mhm."

"lay back, baby," you instructed, gently pushing his bare chest into your mattress. you slid his underwear fully off, tossing them to the floor. then you straddled him, your dripping core hovering over his. seonghwa's hips bucked a little as he grumbled impatiently. you gently shushed him, petting his rosy cheek. "relax, baby, mommy's gonna take good care of you."

you lowered yourself onto his length, groaning as he parted your plushy walls. being filled was just what you needed. seonghwa did it so perfectly, the curve of his cock rubbing all the right spots like he was made just for you. but that wasn't what was important right now; you were taking care of him.

seonghwa stared down at where your bodies melded until he was fully inside when he dropped his head back and closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh of relief. he groaned greedily as you began to slowly rock on top of him, your soft muscles squeezing just right.

your pussy drooled at the sight of the slender man beneath you and between your legs. with just the tiniest coat of sweat, his skin glowed in the cool light of the moon. you watched as his chest expanded and compressed at an uneven rate, each time accentuating his abs. you followed those abs down to the light strip of hair that lead to the part of him you were most focused on; where he became a part of you.

you rocked your hips faster, grinding your clit into his pubic bone as you started to pant. you paid close attention to what seonghwa wanted-what he needed-and did your best to comply. at some point, his hands found their way to your ass and he held on tightly, encouraging further movement from your hips.

it didn't take long for him to come completely undone, his mouth agape as he let out every beautiful sound that arose in him. his eyes were closed tight as he begged for more. "yes, mommy, don't stop, please..."

even sooner, his moans became high-pitched and hoarse and his hips began to shake. "where do you want to cum?" you asked, not slowing your movements.

all seonghwa responded with was a series of whimpers and moans.

"use your words, baby boy," you reminded him.

"in...side..."

your heart fluttered at his words. he had never asked to cum inside of you before. were you really going to let him? to take that risk? in your sex-drunken haze, those questions left your mind as soon as they arose.

"cum for me," you said shakily, "cum for mommy."

with a choked sob, he did just that. his hot, thick cum filled you to the brim, and it felt amazing. not only to completely let go of any fears that had prevented it in the past, but also to give a friend what he needed. it made your heart warm and brain fuzzy. and pussy happy.

without letting his cock go, you laid your head on seonghwa's chest, feeling his heart beat on yours. he held you close, beginning to stroke your hair. "feel better, baby?" you asked.

"yes, mommy."

#i did not proofread this for one second just a warning #i wanted to get it posted before my class started lollll #feel free to point out errors and thank u for reading!!!!! #seonghwa #seonghwa ateez #seonghwa smut #seonghwa x reader #ateez #ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez blurbs #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #ateez hard hours #smut #kpop #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #ateez fic #mdni #18+

[flovverworks]

person about to cry over lack of official akira art rmbrs a anime project was promised

#stardust speaking ! #cant believe the only anime ill have under my belt the past few yrs will be proseka & mhyk & natsuyuu once the latter 2 release #imma be real after experiencing prosekas digest anime id be Much happier if my fav gachas did small 5min eps too..LOLLLL #like for a select amount of events? i think thatd be cool #ANYWAY. updated my verses page a bit to reword some things...added healingbonds masterpost with main story etc in my pinned #like i said i would. finally #i need to update my rules page to reflect pinned more i think? or the other way around. no idea. + eventually i wanna rewrite my about<3 #one day #if i dont proofread/write today ill do it tmrw. probably. mayhaps.

[lucvly]

— boyfriend headcannons with matt. ⸰ 𖥔 ͙

warnings: the usual !! sfw and nsfw parts. not proofread my bad.

a/n: i love reqs helppp 😣 working on another one which actually involves writing as we Speak !! i had to reupload this because i forgot tags SORRY anon 💔

— this man is obsessed with you. literally doesn’t even find any other women attractive. he has the biggest heart eyes for you it’s insane.

— adores hyping you up on instagram. he’s the type to reply “alr i saw it you can take it down now !!” when you post a story. your posts are filled with comments from him.

— he’s an absolute sucker for grand gestures. asked you to be his girlfriend by decorating your room with balloons !! goes all out on your anniversary (buys you a dress, gets you new jewelry, etc.)

— loves to color coordinate with you. whenever you two are going out or just seeing each other he calls you to match outfits. he thinks it’s the cutest (+ chris and nick tease him sooo bad for it)

— always gets you your go-to drinks. you’ll mention an iced latte once and he’s getting one for you every single day !! he’s so cute bye

— secretly loves it when you take pictures of him like a soccer mom LMAOO. he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. you love taking pictures of him doing literally anything: driving, doing laundry, etc.

— loves sleeping on call with you. he absolutely adores hearing you rant about your day. + sleeping on call together him while he’s on tour and misses you so badly !! half of the call is just him complaining about how much he wishes he could see your face and kiss you.

— he may whine about how you’re stealing all his clothes and hoodies but secretly loves watching you in them.

— him driving is sooo attractive. he’s such a gentleman ughhh. this man will get out of the car and open the door for you, leans over and buckles your seatbelt, + always has his hand on your thigh.

— always kissing you. forehead kisses, neck kisses, cheek kisses, etc.

— soo good at comforting and reassuring you. he’s such a sweetheart it’s sickening !!!

— your personal driver. it’s 3 am and you wanna go out? call him and he’ll be there in 5. you’re drunk at a party and need a ride? your boyfriend’s there.

— replies to your texts at lightning speed it’s sooo embarrassing but cute !!

— updates you on everything that happens throughout his day.

— nsfw below!

— anytime you kiss him it ends up in a heated ass make out session. your hands softly pulling on his hair, his hands gripping your waist as you ever so slightly grind on his hardening cock !! lollll !!

— he leans more towards the gentler side in bed. cute pet names, makes it All about you and your pleasure– (though he loves it when you give him head).

— howeverrrr, he can definitely get mean during sex. i’m talking manhandling, shoving your face into the pillow, dirty talk. (“too big— i can’t–,” “i don’t care, you can take it. i’ll make it fit.”)

— loves it when you overstimulate him. it’s his favorite thing ever. have fun watching him squirm, hearing him moan and whimper your name.

— begs you to sit on his lap. he adores it. stroking your hair, kissing your neck, his hands on your waist as he tries his hardest to not grind his hips up or simply just fuck you senseless.

— he’s vocal. whimpering out loud, begging, groaning, grunting. all of it.

— extremely good at aftercare. he’ll immediately clean you up, get a bottle of water for you, cuddle, talk, anything you want and he’s completely at your service.

— he’s such a secret pervert !!! cannot see you in a skirt because he’s already hard. showing a bit of cleavage? hard. sees you in a bathing suit? it is over for him. he needs you.

— cockwarming him while he’s gaming <333. he’s all for it. one time you two made a bet that consisted on making the other crack first. spoiler alert: you ended up with your moans being muffled by a pillow because you just couldn’t let him finish his game, could you?

#lucvly #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo imagine #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader

[frissy]

Can you write? Miles 42 as a protective dad and is always scaring away and having to handle boys and keep them away from his daughter no matter who they are haha. He doesn't let her accept gifts from ANY boy. He gets super pissed when he sees shes talking to a boy what will he do? (You can take it from here lollll)

Dad!42 Miles morales and Daughter!Reader

(Drabble)

• Extremely overprotective Dad 42 Miles

• He calls you sweetie

• He’s a single dad

• not proofread

You were hanging out with a boy.. a boy. You had lied to your dad, your overprotective dad who hates it when boys talk to you.

it doesn’t matter if they’re mean, or even the nicest guy in the world, your dad hates them.

and he sure knows how to scare them away.

Sure, you had to lie to your dad to meet up with this boy, but what could go wrong, it’s not like he would ever find out—

“[NAME] MORALES.”

Shit.

you slowly turned around, low and behold your dad, standing 6’5, staring at you, his arms crossed. He then looked up at the boy who had a small box in his hands. He looked up at your dad, mortified.

“you.” He pointed at the boy. “Get away from my daughter. And take your gift too.”

The boy who you were hanging out with ran away without a word. Your dad Miles turned his attention to you.

“[name], sweetie why did you lie to me? The city is dangerous. That boy could’ve had bad intentions! He could have been a criminal!” He sounded annoyed out of his mind.

“Dad! I’m in high school now. You have to let me—“

“NO. You are grounded for a month [name].”

“but dad!-“

“make that two.”

“That’s not fair!”

“THREE.” He facepalmed his face.

“You are my only child, sweetie. My daughter. I only want what’s best for you.”

He says that a lot… your dad will do anything to keep boys away from you.

He won’t let you accept any gift because he believes their hands are filthy, and they did filthy things to get that money.

He doesn’t want you to find someone who used to be like him. And he will do anything to prevent you from getting roped up in someone else’s problems.

Now of course he wasn’t gonna ground you for three months…

Well, that was until about 5 weeks later. .

“Sweetie, do you wanna watch a movi—“ he peaked his head through your almost fully opened door, only to see a boy kissing you. .

“FIVE MONTHS [NAME] MORALES! AND YOU, BOY…. GET OUT!” That boy in your room ran out of the door, your dad chasing after him.

#prowler #prowler miles #miles morales 42 #miles morales #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spider verse spoilers #atsv #across the spiderverse #daughter reader #overprotective #protective #fluff fluff fluff #fluff #spider man #spidey #Miles 42 would be such an overprotective Dad #earth 42 #drabble

[ador3him]

Quackity x Reader where reader comforts him because he’s burnt out? 😎

pairing: quackity x gn!reader

requested: yes by anon

warnings: use of quackity's real name like twice

word count: 455

a/n: not me posting 2 times in one day the fuck??? anyways request some more shit whilst im on a roll lollll. as yes this is so short but its so cute and not proofread.

y/n peaks their head from behind the door frame into Quackity’s streaming room, he is hunched over his desk writing down something onto lined paper and then going back to his screen which displayed a video he is editing. He has been working on the video for a couple of weeks as it is his big new project. The late nights to work on this video became more frequent, he even pushed his study to the side even though he has this huge exam due at the end of the month.

“Alex? Come to bed sweetheart its like 4am,” y/n whispers walking into the room body covered in a massive fluffy blanket.

“Can’t, I need to edit,” He yawns not even looking at y/n to answer. His eyes glued to the screen.

“No, no, come to bed now,” they wrap the blanket over his shoulders and try to pull him off his gaming chair- which they couldn’t. He groans pulling his arm away from y/n.

“This video is way too important and its almost finished, I need to study after as well big exam soon,” he mumbles, his eyes were barely open and were accompanied by eye bags. y/n just shakes their head pulling him into their chest giving him a hug, Quackity wraps his arm loosely around their waist. “Your fans will not be mad if you don’t finish this video tonight, you need your sleep. I will help you study when you aren’t fighting off sleep,” y/n kisses the top of his beanie covered head. He just nods into their chest and starts to stand up still covered by the big fluffy blanket.

y/n pulls away grabbing his hand leading him to their shared bedroom. They lay down on the bed and open their arms for Quackity to cuddle into. He lays his head onto their chest and latch onto their body. y/n gently pulls off his beanie and thread their hands through his silky hair.

“Baby I know you know how much I love your dedication to everything, but I love you being you know not sleep deprived even more.” y/n whispers placing kisses into his hair, he looks up to meet their eyes pouting a bit. “Can I have a kiss?” He asks sweetly, slightly puckering his lips. y/n smiles giddily leaning down a bit to meet his lips.

“I promise not to work so hard, I am sorry,” he turns back to their chest snuggling into it.

“Don’t be sorry, I just care about you to much to see you be so stressed baby,” y/n says tightening their arms around his body. “I love you, Alex,” they whisper seeing he is snoring softly into their chest, finally getting some sleep.

#mcyt quackity #quackity angst #quackity x y/n #quackity x reader #quackity fluff #quackity #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt angst #mcyt fic #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #dsmp quackity #dsmp x gn reader #dsmp fanfic #dsmp fic #dsmp x y/n

[willowrites]

I have an Austin Butler request 🥰

Austin and the female reader have been dating for a few years now- they have never spent a holiday apart until recently. They both live together but away from their families. The reader can either travel in to spend the holiday (Christmas) with both of the families and Austin surprises her there OR Austin can surprise her by coming to their home ❤️ However you want or need to do it! I just want to feel something 🥰

summary: christmas was finally here. bummed you and austin couldn’t spend the holidays together, you decided to make the best out of your time with your family. you wanted him to be with you so bad but sometimes unfortunate things happen, although the mood would soon be lifted caused by a nice surprise.

pairings: reader x austin butler

warnings: nothing just fluff!

authors note: hope u enjoyed this and it made you feel something lollll!

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“Y/n! Come on come out here and join in on the fun!” Your mother called out for you.

You were trying. You had wanted to take the time to enjoy this beloved day with your family but you couldn’t help but dwell on the fact that Austin wasn’t here.

This was the first Christmas since you two got together that you would be separated.

“Coming!” You shouted back. You were looking through photos of you and Austin.

One of you both at a carnival he took you two. You were both on the Ferris wheel mid laughter as he took this picture. His beautiful blonde hair not yet dyed. His cute smile. Everything about him was perfect.

You smiled to yourself.

The next photo was you two in the snow. Both your cheeks read and flushed. Both of you wore beanies on your heads. He was kissing you on the cheek as you smiled at him.

That day was one of the best days you guys spent together.

“Y/n!” Your mother called again. “Come on honey hurry!”

You sighed getting up off the bed and heading towards the mirror to look at yourself. You fixed your hair in the mirror and put on some chapstick.

After that you walked out and into the family room the see your family looking at you.

“What?” You asked confused as to why they looked at you like you just won the lottery.

“I think it’s a beautiful day outside don’t you think, honey?” Your mom told you.

Your eyebrows furrowed. You had no clue what she was saying and if you didn’t know any better you’d think she just had a little too much to drink. 

“Mom what are you talking about.” You put a hand to your head.

“Oh goodness girl just go outside!” She said impatiently.

“Oh-okay…” you said suspiciously.

You turned to go to the back door but got cut off.

“In the front!” She yelled at you

You rolled your eyes turning around and heading to the front door. You opened it and walked outside. You looked at the sky. It was nice and light blue. A few clouds scattered around. Your mother was right. It was beautiful-

“Surprise!” You head a manly voice yell. You turned to your left to see Austin dressed in a nice comfy sweater and black pants along with some nice shoes. His heart combed but not too combed because you notice a few strands of his hair peeking out.

You heart jumped. You could believe it. He came.

“Austin oh my god!” You ran and jumped on him hugging him tightly.

“Hi baby.” He whispered in your ear.

“You’re actually here. I thought you were- but…im so confused oh my god.” You wanted to cry. Tears of joy of course.

“I wouldn’t miss spending time with you on this day for anything ever, my love.” Austin told you softly kissing you on the lips. “Here you go.” He starts to set you down.

When your feet land on the ground he hands you a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“I missed you so much Austin.” You smile up at him. He looks at you like you’re his world.

“Okay! Enough come on let’s eat!” Your cousin yells.

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authors note: thank you for reading! btw this was not proofread whatsoever… requests are open!

#austin butler #austin butler elvis #austin butler smut #austin butler fanfic #elvis movie #elvis x reader #elvis film #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #elvis presley smut #austin butler one shot #austin butler fluff

[yeonnies]

choi yeonjun - 1:12 am

synopsis. you often find yourself thinking about the boy who helped you find yourself again. no matter how long it's been, you can still remember him clearly.

warnings. angst el o el

pairing. ex!yeonjun x ex!fem!reader

a/n. this is like a scenario i have for my yeonjun ff LOLLLL im still debating whether or not i want to bring said yeonjun ff to tumblr 😞

not proofread!

slivers of moonlight pours into your room through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating parts of the room. you blink once, twice, and three times at the ceiling, your mind still awake with thoughts jumping around like rabbits, thoughts that all narrow down to him.

choi yeonjun.

choi yeonjun was the boy with a reputation back in your senior year of high school. he was the boy with dark hair and dark eyes that always skipped school and got into trouble. he was the loner that everyone knew but stayed away from. he was the boy that hated you at first, for whatever odd reason. maybe it was because on the first day that you transferred to the school, you prevented him from skipping and got him in trouble afterwards.

choi yeonjun was the boy who slowly warmed up to you after a small, kind act. he was the boy who slowly began to trust you and became your friend. he was the boy who began to show his true colors, revealing a beautifully misunderstood soul who dealt with too much at home at the time.

he was the boy that you helped become a better version of himself, and he was the boy that helped you find yourself after being lost in a persona you were not.

most importantly, choi yeonjun was yours and you were his. you were his first love and he was yours.

but that was a long time ago.

your mind drifts to the memories you made with him. some were bad ones: like the time you kept bumping into him and he kept glaring at you. but the good memories always outshine the bad ones: like the time he passed the college entrance exam or the first time he spent the night over at your house and you cried like a baby in his arms. like the time he took you out on a drive and shared your first kiss with him. or the time that you two finally graduated in february.

you remember choi yeonjun not as the bad boy everyone made him out to be. you remember him as the boy who always like to dance, remember him as the boy who's eyes always seemed to shine whenever he received compliments, remember him as the boy with a pretty smile that he only ever showed to you, remember him as the boy that always laughed at cheesy jokes, remember him as the boy that always did the most random things all of a sudden.

you remember choi yeonjun as the nineteen year boy who hung up the stars in your sky.

you lay in bed, blinking up at the ceiling, wondering what could have been with choi yeonjun if you hadn't left two years ago. would you two still have been together? maybe not. he wanted something completely different than what you wanted. but maybe you two would've figured something out like you always did.

eventually, you fall asleep at 1:12 am to the thought of the what ifs surrounding your relationship with choi yeonjun.

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[bomberqueen17]

aw poop

Last night as I was lying on the couch trying to get the energy to go to bed I remembered that it was Saturday and Friday comes before Saturday and I'd been trying to post fic updates on Fridays. so that's how long it took me to notice the passage of linear time.

Update schedules are for the birds. I think I proofread the chapter? I was doing it one at a time so I'd have time to go back in and make my decisions about the final chapter and write that, and I have in all these weeks made about ten words of progress on that. I've thought about it a lot! But I've written thousands of words on other projects instead, lollll. That's how this goes; the words will come when I have thought of them enough, and also when other stuff stops being shiny for a moment.

The one where Ciri goes to Vergen and Does Not Meet Saskia is nearly complete except that I got to the climax and halfassed it in the interests of getting it done, which is great but now I have to like. You know. Rewrite it to be good. It's structurally there! I just basically have placeholder paragraphs. Little wooden blobs of sentences that approximately convey the action beats and have zero actual description or immediacy or poignancy of any kind. They exist! The story is technically complete! But they are terrible. Fortunately @bittylildragon has annotated them and i just have to muster my strength to figure out how to work those annotations plus my lumpy rough clay into some kind of finished polished thing worthy of all the goddamned setup I did.

(This is largely how pantsing works, btw, of the plotting-vs-pantsing procedural divide. I could not have outlined that, I had to write it. It might be easier for you to expand an outline than revise a terrible draft, but that is not the case for me, and I have learned this through a great deal of experimentation. You can plot all you want, I am apparently contractually obligated to pants or the words no worky.)

So anyway I have a day crammed chock-full of All Of My Weekend so I'm not sure when I'll get to the update but I will! It exists and is ready probably!! It just always takes me like half an hour at least of concentrated effort to put up even a well-proofread final version of a chapter because it involves switching between multiple tabs and even in a perfect scenario that's pretty high-stakes for my rabid ferret of an attention span, and this course of Ditzifying Antibiotics has multiplied those risk factors by like a million. (I am so dumb y'all.)

Anyway at some point there will be a torrent of words posted but idk when. Probably tomorrow there will be a tidy 6k or so words posted, about the one with the dogs.

#about the author #not fic updates lol

[ragnar0c]

Anyway, writing update:

I had actually had OoS chapter 2 proofread several months ago 😁👍 (filled with burning passionate emotions) !! It was what made me hit the books. I will forever remember this chapter for the way its beaten me up!! I'm doing a second draft + revisions now... but like... by the time it's done chapter 3 might be finished before it lollll

#ragna ramblings #i have more done for chapters 3 and 4 than 2 hahaha #but hey #this is for fun so ill just write whatever #don't get anxiety guys HAHAHAH

[floralcyanide]

― 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 (nsfw)

⌯ pairing: coriolanus snow / fem!reader ⌯ warnings: mentions of death, mentions of hanging, smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), nipple play, biting, mutual orgasm, angst ⌯ word count: 5.6k ⌯ summary: coriolanus snow is your best friend, and you know everything there is to know about him, except for one thing. and, when you find out what it is, it shocks you more than anything. ⌯ author’s note: I wrote half of this last night and the last half today and honestly I don't remember a thing. I was fr possessed by the writing demon. so I have only proofread the first half lollll. sorry if it flows oddly because of that. but this is my first coryo fic and I'm excited to post it. I read the book 3 years ago and finally saw the movie a few days ago. anyway, if you enjoy please lmk! please reblog and like to support me (:

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this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

You try to remind yourself that people do bad things all the time. Terrible things, even. But it doesn’t make everyone bad or terrible people.

This rings true for your best friend, Coriolanus Snow. It doesn’t take a genius to know that he’s no saint. It’s even more apparent when he returns from District 12. You know immediately something is amiss. He always keeps to himself and only speaks when spoken to or when he feels he has something important to say. But now his words are fewer and farther in between. Coriolanus is patient and thoughtful on the outside but keeps how he truly feels hidden away inside. He can think about how much he wants to eradicate someone while putting a face on. But you can always see right through his poker face. Coriolanus’s silent but deadly demeanor has only intensified since he returned to the Capitol. You know every inch of his brain, his mannerisms and behavior, and how he thinks- so you know he has done something. You just don’t know what. You do know, however, something went down between him and the songbird tribute from 12. Lucy Gray Baird. The girl with dark features, a brilliant smile, and a heavenly voice. The girl that Coriolanus had seemed to have fallen in love with. It was painful to watch, but you pushed through. Coriolanus had told you everything throughout the days before the games. Despite knowing him through and through, you had no idea that Coriolanus never had any romantic feelings toward Lucy Gray. Instead, his feelings were aimed toward someone else. But, for now, you didn’t know this. Coriolanus takes pride in knowing that you don’t, in fact, know everything about him. But he would never let that on.

Coriolanus is meeting with Dean Highbottom tomorrow to return Sejanus’ things to him rather than to the Plinths. Your best friend feels he needs a great way to start the conversation with Highbottom about his experience of District 12, and nothing is better than a small metal box with things that Sejanus cherished. It was definitely going to be a statement. 

“Coryo?”

“Hmm?”

“What did you do?”

Coriolanus tenses up from where he’s standing in his bedroom, tinkering with something out of your sight on his dresser. You’re laying on his bed, flipping through a book of his you’ve read many a time already. Your eyes are burning holes into his back, expectantly waiting for his response. You know he will give you the run around until he has nowhere else to go.

“Care to be more specific, darling?”

You roll your eyes at the nickname he uses for you when he feels he’s in trouble, “No,” you sigh, “Just tell me. What’s bothering you?”

Coriolanus hesitantly turns around, blocking the view of the dresser with his body as he braces himself against it, still not saying anything. You close the book and set it beside you before getting up from his bed and walking over to your best friend. Coriolanus crosses his arms, looking down at you with that plain, empty stare of his. You heavily exhale through your nose, blinking up at him, crossing your own arms mockingly. There’s an intense glaring contest between the two of you for a few moments until Coriolanus eventually folds, pressing his lips together impatiently. 

“Sejanus,” he says, shrugging as his eyes bore into yours.

You closely study his face, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Sejanus. You know he had been hung for his crimes. It didn’t seem like Sejanus to do something that rebellious, but stranger things had happened.

“What about Sejanus?”

Coriolanus opens his mouth to speak before closing it again. He thinks for a moment, wondering if he should truly tell you. He tells you everything; if he doesn’t, you eventually figure it out alone. Sometimes, he thinks you’re smarter than him, and it scares him. Before Coriolanus can dwell any further, the sharpness of your stare gets to him, “I recorded him.”

Coriolanus’ words bounce around in your head, and slowly, you begin to put the pieces together. That’s when it dawns on you. Coriolanus had inadvertently killed Sejanus. Your face softens, your arms uncrossing and falling to your sides. 

“I don’t know what to say,” you bite your lip.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Coriolanus says, returning to his activity on the dresser.

There’s a pause, silence hanging in the air thickly. He’s right. You don’t have to say anything. And you don’t. Instead, you snake your arms around Coriolanus’ waist, pressing yourself into the curve of his spine. Your cheek presses into his back, and the familiar smell of rose wafts through your nose. It isn’t often the two of you embrace. Neither of you are fans of hugging per se, but there are times when you do wrap up in one another. You feel right now is appropriate- Coriolanus probably had to process his best friend’s death on his own. Both of you have gone to each other about these kinds of things since childhood. 

Coriolanus relaxes at your touch, hanging his head slightly. He almost almost feels a twinge of guilt for not confiding in you. But he knows how smart you are. As mentioned before, you always figure it out in the end. Coriolanus places his hands on top of yours. He still has nightmares about the sound of Sejanus’ neck snapping and the mockingjays calling out his final cry for his friend’s help. Coriolanus doesn’t feel bad for causing the demise of Sejanus, nor does he feel anything about the two people he killed in District 12. He believes that’s just life, that people do bad things because they’re all inherently bad. Coriolanus knows he’s not a good person because of what he’s done, and he doesn’t care. You have to step on others to climb to the top. And Snow always falls on top.

“I know why you did it, Coryo.”

Coriolanus’ head snaps up at that, but he tries to remain cool, “Really? And why is that?”

“You want to succeed more than anything. I know you do,” you pull away, prompting Coriolanus to turn around and face you, “And I know you’d make sacrifices for it. Just like you did for Lucy Gray.”

Coriolanus cringes at the mention of Lucy Gray, and you frown. Coriolanus takes notice of this.

“I never,” he begins to say, but then shakes his head as if to get rid of his train of thought.

“Never what?” you ask.

“Nothing important,” Coriolanus goes to turn around again, but you grab him.

“There’s still something you’re not telling me,” you say accusingly, your fingers wrapped tightly around Coriolanus’ wrist, “And if you don’t say something now, I will find out. And you won’t like it when I do.”

“Is that a threat?” Coriolanus tilts his head, yanking his arm from your grip as he steps closer to you, his breath hitting your face.

Unphased, you simply look up at him, “What if it is?”

Coriolanus scoffs, standing up straight and nodding to himself, deciding to toy with you a little as he casts his eyes down to yours, “Don’t play with me, little one.”

The blonde knows how annoyed you get when he teases you. He only does it if he wants something. In this case, you figure he wants you to leave it alone.

You grit your teeth, “Coryo,” you say threateningly, “I just want to help.”

“You can help by stopping where you are,” Coriolanus growls, not wanting to think about how every time he looked at Lucy Gray, he saw you instead. 

He didn’t want to think about how Lucy Gray was in the arena that night. How he watched the screen like a hawk, waiting with bated breath for it to be over. Or how she sang to him at the cabin, and he wished it were you in his embrace instead. And least of all, Coriolanus didn’t want to think about how Lucy Gray vanished into the woods, never to be seen again. He had lost her, and he didn’t want to lose you, too. But the difference here is that he loves you, not the songbird. Coriolanus has ruined enough in his life, even if there’s a light at the end of the tunnel for him despite his mistakes. He doesn’t want to ruin his lifelong relationship with you and risk not being rewarded for it like everything else. You’re too precious. And despite the darkness and the damning anger constantly brewing inside him, when he looks at you, it all stops for a little while. 

You bite your tongue, inhaling sharply as you take a step back from Coriolanus, “Fine.”

Before he can react, you’re heading for the door. When you walk out of his bedroom, you glance over at the dresser curiously to see what he had been tinkering with and see three small bottles of morphling. A small container of white powder sits next to them. Your eyes flicker up to Coriolanus’ without a word, and he knows you’ve seen. But he also knows you won’t say anything. As quiet as a mouse, you close his bedroom door behind you.

It’s been days since you’ve seen Coriolanus. 

Sleeping has been challenging, and eating is difficult. Your best friend is everywhere you look and go. You see him in everything. Dean Highbottom is dead, and the Capitol is in shambles over it. Immediately after hearing the news, you knew Coriolanus had something to do with it. He and Highbottom had never been on good terms, and now that Coriolanus had the upper hand in the Capitol as a Gamemaker, he could do whatever he saw fit to get to the top. He always has. 

You’re alone in your small apartment, only a lamp providing ambient lighting against the dark rain clouds outside. Curled up on your couch, you’re reading a book you borrowed from Coriolanus long ago. You had loved it so much that he had let you keep it. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve read it, but it brings you a strange form of comfort every time you do. The story's climax is about to happen when there’s a subtle knock on your front door. You heave a sigh, closing the book and getting up from your comfy spot. You grab a robe from the coat closet and wrap yourself in it, not knowing who could be at the door. When you swing the door open, you’re shocked to see Coriolanus.

“What are you-”

“I’m sorry,” he blurts out, and you look at him with a stunned expression. He’s never been one to apologize.

You brace yourself against the door, arms crossed, as you motion for him to continue.

“I know you only care about me and want to make sure you can be there for me properly,” Coriolanus says, his eyes darting around your face, “And I appreciate that. And you.”

You nod understandingly, standing up straight before widening the entrance for Coriolanus to enter. Carefully, he walks in, and you close the door behind him. Coriolanus is right behind you when you turn around, with a white rose in hand. He snaps half the stem off, taking the other half with the rose and tucking it behind your ear softly. 

“We’re able to grow them again.”

A small smile graces your lips at that. Coriolanus tucks hair behind your other ear, gently tracing your cheekbone with his knuckle. The tender gesture shocks you, but you just stare up at him and watch him study your face.

“I never,” Coriolanus says before pausing momentarily, just as he did the other day.

“I never loved her.”

“What do you mean?” your face scrunches in confusion.

“I never loved Lucy Gray,” Coriolanus shakes his head, bringing his gaze to yours, “I already have love for someone else.”

You try to keep your face as neutral as possible, letting your best friend’s words fully sink into your brain. Coriolanus was in love. If not with Lucy Gray, then who? 

“If you had not told me, I would’ve never known. You could’ve fooled me,” you lightly chuckle, almost unable to look him directly in the eye.

Coriolanus hums, a surprised look on his face, “You, of all people, haven’t figured it out already?”

“Figured out what? That pretending to love Lucy Gray was your big plan to win?”

“Not only that,” Coriolanus says, moving his hand to grasp your chin, “But you still haven’t figured out who it is that I love most in this world. That’s rich coming from you, my dear. It’s the most obvious, and you’ve yet to see it.”

At this point, it’s almost insulting for him to assume you know who he’s in love with. Yes, you can look at his emotionless expressions and know something is off with him. You can tell by his mannerisms when he’s in a good mood or a bad one, and you know by the look in his eye when he’s enthralled with something. But you’ve only ever seen him have that look a few times. So it’s not like you can know for sure this time. You narrow your eyes at him, his hand warm against the skin of your face. His eyes are gleaming with mischief and something else you can’t put your finger on. Then, it clicks. You do see it. You shakily take a step back from Coriolanus, your eyes not leaving his as you accidentally bump into the table by the door. You let it fall pathetically to the floor as the sound of it cracking against the hardwood echoes in the foyer. 

“Whatever game you’re playing now isn’t funny, Coryo,” you mutter, your eyes burning with angry, embarrassed tears.

Coriolanus steps toward you, a smile growing on his usually empty face, “You see it now?”

“I’m not sure what I see,” you say through gritted teeth, fighting hard to blink back your emotion.

Coriolanus lets his smile falter, briefly looking down at his feet before darting his eyes to yours, “It’s you. It’s always been you.”

You shake your head, the rose falling from your hair and to the floor, “Why?” you ask, your voice trembling, “How?”

Your best friend’s hands slowly move from his sides to rest against your hot, angered cheeks, bringing you closer to him, “You see things in me no one else can. You see things in me I can’t even see in myself.”

You don’t say anything, tears now falling from your lashes. Coriolanus quickly brushes them away with his thumbs, “And believe it or not, I can see things too. In you.”

“What things?” you ask, your voice still blanketed in anger and hesitance. 

“I’ve never understood what love looked like until I saw the way you look at me,” Coriolanus’ lips curl into a small smile, a rare occurrence, 

“And how do I look at you?” 

“The same way you look at the children playing in the street,” he says, “And how you look at books and paintings. With this wonder and appreciation, and hope.”

You close your eyes, silently crying, as you realize Coriolanus has never spoken like this before about anything. Not to you or anyone else about anything or anyone else. 

“Look at me,” Coriolanus whispers, and you open your eyes to see him closer to your face than before.

Now you really see it. The thing you couldn’t put your finger on before. That peculiar way Coriolanus stares at you- you only ever see it when he looks at his family or when he thinks of something brilliant. Whenever he smells roses, his blue eyes soften that way, too- joy, comfort, and safety.

Coriolanus watches as realization falls upon you, and your expression becomes more open. He knows you finally see in him what he sees in you- a mutual understanding and feeling of love for one another. Coriolanus never noticed how you looked at him until he saw Lucy Gray look at Maude Ivory or Sejanus when he looked at the bodies of the fallen tributes in the arena. He never had that feeling for anything, he had thought. Coriolanus only knows hunger- for not just food but for power. And he thought that’s all he’d ever feel until he met Lucy Gray and saw you. He saw you fighting for your life in that arena and trusting him even when you probably shouldn’t. Coriolanus watched you save his life. When he lay there in the ruins in agony from his burns, he realized ever since you were children, you had been saving him all along. He wanted to hate you for it like he hates everyone and everything else. But Coriolanus couldn’t. And here you are before him, your face in his hands, the world- his world, in his hands. He loves you, and you love him, and despite everything that’s happened, that’s all that matters to Coriolanus.

The silence in the apartment stings in your ears, and the dim lamp casts shadows of Coriolnaus’ eyelashes on his cheeks. But you don’t move or say anything. You just breathe in the blue of his eyes. You almost don’t notice him tilting his head slightly and brushing his lips against yours. Coriolanus is hesitant, but he knows he needs to feel you in a way he has never done before. You let him press a soft kiss to your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut. His palms still rest on your cheeks, holding you like you’re fragile. As you kiss back, your hands slide between his arms to gently hold his neck. When you open your mouth slightly to gasp for air, Coriolanus slips his tongue inside. A groan bubbles up your throat as he takes control of your embrace.

“How about we continue this elsewhere,” Coriolanus whispers against your lips, and you nod.

A short walk to your bedroom and the closing of the door sends the man into overdrive as he backs you against it. Capturing your lips again, he doesn’t hold back this time. Coriolanus’ hands find themselves on your waist, his fingers pressing into the material of your shirt underneath the robe. Yours creep into his now short hair where it’s just long enough for you to comb through it. An unfiltered passion hangs in the air as the kiss becomes more desperate, your bodies pressed to each other as firmly as possible as your hands begin to explore. Coriolanus pushes your robe off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a heap as his fingertips slide under your shirt and over your uncovered breasts. You’re fighting for dominance over the kiss as Coriolanus learns the crevices and gaps of your mouth with ease. A moan escapes you when he brushes over your nipples softly, making your attempt at dominating slowly diminish. Now Coriolanus has control over your open-mouthed kiss, but he soon gives it up and opts to leave small kisses along your cheek to your jaw. You breathe heavily as Coriolanus begins kneading at your breasts as he nips along the underside of your jaw, running his tongue over the small reddening spots he’s leaving.

He inhales the smell of your skin, his thumbs flicking your sensitive buds simultaneously as he travels further down the column of your throat. As much as you wish to continue here against the mahogany door, you take an opportunity to break from Coriolanus to grab his wrist and pull it from your shirt. Before he can ask if he’s done something wrong, you walk him to your bed, where you lay down against your pillows. The usually light blue of Coriolanus’ eyes darkens to an unrecognizable shade as he unbuttons his shirt from the edge of the mattress. His lips are agape as he watches you peel off your shirt, revealing your torso to him fully. Climbing over you, Coriolanus wastes no time attacking your lips as he holds himself up effortlessly. His body is far more toned and muscular than it used to be because of the Peacekeeper training. You drink in his almost god-like appearance as he leaves hot kisses on your neck. Coriolanus moves down, resting his body against your thighs to make himself comfortable. He gazes up at you while his kisses slow down around your bare breasts, asking permission to go further. You squirm underneath him, wishing he’d do something already.

“Tell me what you want, dear,” Coriolanus drags his lips against your tender flesh almost tantalizingly.

“You can touch me, Coryo,” you smile, carding your fingers through his blonde hair, “I want you to.”

Coriolanus wastes no time wrapping his warm mouth around your nipple, lapping at it before letting his teeth graze upon it. You shudder at the sensation, humming in contentment when he begins to suckle the skin lightly. Coriolanus’ other hand squeezes your other breast as he works to overstimulate the one he’s currently focused on. Warmth begins pooling in your lower stomach as Coriolanus pulls the sensitive bud with his teeth, making you whimper. He decides he wants to hear that again, so he repeats the action. This time, your hips buck up into Coriolanus's, and he chuckles.

“Easy, now. I want you to enjoy this as much as I am. Be patient, little one,” he says, twisting your nipple between his fingertips to test how sensitive it’s become.

You whimper again, and Coriolanus admires how angry the soft, peaked flesh is from his mouth. Now, he moves on to the other one, and your hips buck into him again. This time, you feel a bulge beginning to grow in his trousers, and a sense of satisfaction fills you. You relish in the fact Coriolanus is getting turned on just by exploring your body. He bites, sucks, and teases your nipple until you’re whimpering and unable to stop moving underneath him. Coriolanus sits up on your thighs, running his palms over your hardened buds before letting his hands roam your stomach and waist, sending shivers through you. His fingers eventually hook themselves beneath the band of your lounge pants, pulling them down while he moves from where he was sitting, to your side. You kick off the pants when they reach your ankles as Coriolanus unfastens his trousers, removing them with his underwear to join the growing pile of clothing. To say your best friend is well-endowed is an understatement. 

“Beautiful,” Coriolanus climbs back onto your legs, letting his hips press against your shins as he settles himself between your legs.

His thumb carefully traces along the growing wet spot on your underwear before barely brushing against your clothed clit, making your hips tremble. 

“So wet already,” Coriolanus says, resting his cheek on your inner thigh, “You’ve probably wanted this for so long, hmm?” His dark eyes meet yours, the mischievous gleam still present despite his enlarged pupils.

“I won’t lie and say I haven’t,” you say shakily, nervous for him to see you completely bare.

“Well,” Coriolanus says, pressing a kiss to your covered clit, “I know I have.”

He then pulls your underwear down enough to have full access to you. He takes a moment to take in the scent of your arousal before spreading your lips to reveal your hardened clit. Coriolanus admires how your body reacts to his touch and craves to find out just how far he can go. He lets his index finger tease across the bundle of nerves before he attaches his mouth to it. The warmth of his tongue against where you need him most provokes a relieved moan from you. Coriolanus tortuously circles your clit with the tip of his tongue, allowing it to flick the bud every few circumferences. He knows how incredibly wet you must be getting, so he gauges just how much by dragging a finger up your slit. Coriolanus groans at the amount of slick that covers his digit, letting it prod at your entrance before slowly pushing in. He can only imagine how soaked it’ll feel around his cock when you’re ready for him. He curls his finger inside you, finding the spongy area of your cunt. Coriolanus fucks into it with his fingertip, lightly grazing it each time, making your hips jump as you cry out. 

“Can you take two?” Coriolanus pulls away from your pussy for a moment, “Oh, who am I kidding? Of course you can take two. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

A high-pitched moan leaves your lips at Coriolanus’ sassy tone and the feeling of two fingers pressing into your g spot. He resumes his assault on your clit as his long fingers scissor and stretch you out deliciously, the burn subsiding with each thrust. They beckon inside you as Coriolanus begins to suck your bud hungrily. His eyes meet yours, and he doesn’t dare break the intense stare as a third finger is easily pushed into your cunt. 

“Doing so good for me,” Coriolanus praises, his free hand busying your clit as he speaks, “You’re going to take my cock just fine.”

A dizzying wave of pleasure washes over you as he fucks you with his fingers at a jarring pace, the sound of your wetness around them filling the room along with your pitiful moans. 

“I need you, Coryo,” you whine, “I need you to make love to me. Need you so bad.”

Coriolanus runs his hand along the skin of your hips soothingly, slowing his fingers before removing them. He licks them clean as he takes in how fucked out you already are. You’re still staring at him with that look only the two of you share. Sitting up, Coriolanus pulls away from you and wraps his hands around your thighs, pulling them apart. He continues holding on to them as he makes his position comfortable before using one hand to grab his length. Coriolanus strokes himself with the precum that’s leaked out, preparing to line up with your entrance. When he does, he pauses.

“You want this?” Coriolanus asks you, his fingers stroking the skin of your inner thighs, “After this, there’s no going back.”

“I don’t want to go back,” you rest your hand upon his chest, “I just want you. All of you.”

Coriolanus patiently pushes himself into you, guiding his length through your wet, velvet walls. You throw your head back into the pillows at the stretch. Even with three of his fingers to prepare you, Coriolanus’ girth is intense. He stops moving to allow you to accommodate his length as well, your tightness squeezing him. When you’ve adjusted, you push yourself further down his shaft and eventually bottom out. The two of you stay like that for a moment, allowing yourselves to get used to being connected this way. Coriolanus leans down, running his hand through your hair as he kisses you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as you can while he begins to move inside you slowly. He pulls out almost all the way before thrusting back in. You pull away from the kiss to catch your breath, your nose pressed to Coriolanus’ as he pulls himself out again to slam his hips to yours. You’re both panting into each other’s mouths, with foreheads flush against one another as Coriolanus picks up a steady rhythm. He steadies himself with his hand pushed into the pillows by your head, his other still lightly gripping your hair. Temporarily removing his hold on your hair, Coriolanus lifts your legs onto his shoulders to get a better angle. He presses your thighs against your chest, his body weight fully on top of you as he thrusts into your weeping cunt even deeper than before. You can’t help but moan loudly, not caring about what your neighbors are hearing. Coriolanus grunts every time his tip hits your cervix just right as sweat beads on his hairline. 

“Taking me like such a good girl,” he gasps as you purposefully clench around him, “My good girl.”

“I like hearing you say that,” you whimper, chasing his lips with yours before capturing them.

Blonde hair sticks to Coriolanus’ forehead as he feels himself getting lost in you like he’s needed to for so long. You’re the only place he doesn’t mind losing himself in because he trusts you. He doesn’t trust anyone but you. You know every inch of his brain and every thought that goes through his head, and now you know every inch of his body and soul, too. And he knows yours. Coriolanus doesn’t wish to know anyone else how he knows you for the rest of his life. 

“I’m so close,” you whisper, focusing on how heavy Coriolnaus’ eyes are as he lifts them to look at you.

“I know,” Coriolanus whispers back, now fucking into you as fast as he can, “I can feel it.”

You bite your lip, moving your legs off his shoulders to spread them apart. Coriolanus pulls away from you to push your knees flat to the bed, letting his weight keep them pinned down. He’s now moving as deep as he can go into your warm and desperate pussy, his hips snapping forward. Your moans have become yelps as Coriolanus hits that spot inside you dead on.

“Right there, don’t stop,” you cry out, your hands holding onto his biceps fervently. 

The sounds in the room are explicit- from the squelching of your ridiculously aroused cunt being fucked, to the slapping of skin, and you and Coriolanus’ screams of pleasure bouncing off the walls. Coriolanus now opts to hold your hips, his fingernails digging into the supple flesh. You move your hands from his arms to your breasts, toying with your nipples as more warmth spreads to your core. Coriolanus uses this opportunity to spur you on even more and begins pressing his thumb to your clit, rubbing hard circles into it. You let out an animalistic groan, your legs reflexively moving to snap closed. But Coriolanus quickly pins one down again, not letting up on playing with your hard bud as you approach your orgasm. 

“Oh, Coryo,” you gasp, your back arching as your clit presses harder against his thumb and his cock delves deeper into you.

The most intense orgasm of your life rips through you as Coriolanus loses control of himself, your cunt squeezing around him with a vice grip. He cums with desperate moans as your body convulses underneath him. Both of you ride out your highs, still rutting against each other as the white-hot pleasure eases away into bliss. Catching his breath, Coriolanus carefully pulls out of you with a wince. You absentmindedly motion to your closet, where you keep the washcloths. He returns with one and cleans you up gently before cleaning himself up. As he’s discarding the cloth, you manage to weakly pull the duvet out from the pillows and envelope yourself in it. Coriolanus joins you, delicately wrapping his arms around your body as if he’d break you. He presses his nose into your shoulder, watching your relaxed expression.

“That was intense,” you speak up finally, and Coriolanus nods.

“Making up for lost time,” he says, and you turn around to face him fully.

You press yourself into his chest, wrapping an arm around him as he does the same to you. Staring into his now lighter and calmer blue eyes, you let a smile grace your lips as you can almost read his mind.

“You aren’t going to hurt me, you know,” you say.

Coriolanus’ typical blank, emotionless expression doesn’t give away anything to allude to what he’s thinking, but you know how his thought process goes. He doesn’t say anything; he just stares down at you.

“I know you think you’re some kind of monster for the things you do. And in a way, you are,” you say, “But everyone is, and it doesn’t define you. It won’t unless you allow it to.”

Coriolanus maintains his poker face as he plays with your hair, “You’re the only proof I have that evil isn’t rooted in everyone,” he says, “And I’m still grappling with it.”

“No one is born evil, and you most certainly weren’t, whether you believe that or not,” you rest your hand upon Coriolanus’ cheek, “You can choose to accept that, or you can keep trying to prove you’re evil. But just know that I wouldn’t associate myself with you if I knew you could do terrible things on purpose.”

Coriolanus flinches but realizes you’re right. Yeah, he’s a little fucked up. You know it, he knows it, everyone knows it. But he had a choice at every step of his grand plan to win the Plinth Prize. And he chose to make the negative ones. But here with you at this very moment, he knows those choices weren’t guaranteed to be made. He could’ve chosen to do right and didn’t. However, you are guaranteed. Because he loves you, and you love him. And that’s the only sure thing.

“I love you,” Coriolanus suddenly says without thinking, which isn’t typical of him.

“I love you, too,” you smile.

Despite the darkness that looms inside Coriolanus Snow, you can see something within him that no one else can. And you can’t be sure of how he decides to live his life- whether it’s in a good way or a bad way. But you are sure that as long as you’re with him, whatever decision he makes will be a logical one. Hopefully, that will be enough for Coriolanus in the end.

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow x y/n #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #coriolanus x y/n #coriolanus smut #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus x reader smut #coriolanus snow x reader smut #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #tbosas #floralcyanide writes #tom blyth #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth smut #tom blyth x reader smut

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if you or someone else is ever going to do that techno anthology pdf, i have at least 18 techno analysis essays saved and can send links to them ;) love your blog btw

hahaha my proposal was very much meant to be a joke but if enough ppl actually want to do it, i can compile submissions and @shoezuki can send it. it was originally meant to be like. anyone can publish a 19 page official looking document. even us.

i’ve thought about it a bit more and it would be like a collection of essays from various view points because everyone has a different opinion. and i don’t see any harm it could potentially cause? no boundaries are being violated and everything would be proofread as to make sure all of it is Respectful. but lmk if there’s something Glaringly Wrong with the idea bc this was something dumb i thought of while i was walking in between meetings lollll.

#anon #i’ve written enough academic papers to know what they’re supposed to look like #everyone would be credited and only ppl who explicitly consent to having their content added would be included #but i’m also running on 4 hours of sleep and survived a full work day so lmk if this is a bad idea #the initial proposal was intended to be a joke hahaha #ty for the askkk :)

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Torna as some sort of agency? Closer than you'd think. Idek the AU here, elements of fantasy.

Malos:

the boss. The head honcho. He runs everything. He also had a soft spot for the people working under him, so watch out.

He shows a lot of skill in his line of work, but he specialises in dragging people into mud with him and coming out clean.

Jin:

think Malos bodyguard (unnecessary, but don't let them catch you saying that). Also, the sexual tension between them is TERRIBLE.

Jin is good at anything that involves tailing someone or generally being unnoticeable, especially where the person/group is known to be trigger-happy.

Mikhail:

Jin and Malos' first child (LOLLLL, it's just the dynamic). He nags them for not doing anything about how attracted they are to each other. I approve.

He's here for his charms (which work better on strangers). Yes, sexy Mik is real.

Patroka:

she tried putting Jin and Malos in a locker together once. It didn't work as she'd planned. She works really well with everyone, I'd go as far as to call her the person at the centre of the more awkward relationships (like Mikhail & Sever).

She handles legal work and can find legal loopholes like no other.

Akhos:

he writes Jin x Malos fanfiction in his spare time (except he's good with the whole character vs real person shtick and the characters in these stories are called Gin and Malcom). Patroka bitches at him about it, but she edits his work for him. Mikhail proofreads the smut cause WHO ELSE.

Akhos does PR for whatever the heck surface business Malos runs (it's a restaurant. Of course it is. It's for Jin... Gin).

Obrona:

She works really well with Patroka. She also laughs a lot about Akhos' writing, but she's always first to comment something positive anonymously.

Works on gathering info for everyone, but it's most useful for Patroka and Mikhail.

Perdido:

The most multi-faceted person, second only to Malos. He thinks Jin is being dumb about the whole Malos thing, and that the greatest thing on this earth is Patroka.

He's Sleuth #1, the kind who knows what you want to see and presents it.

Cressidus:

Large and muscled, the bara daddy, you know? He's very consistent, and not much ever really changes about him. He isn't aware of the tension between Malos and Jin.

Surprise: this is resident Sleuth #2. He's the kind that holds empty conversation; he'll carry most of it for you, but you'll give more info than him.

He and Perdido work in conjunction, and it's a very interesting thing to see.

Sever:

Last, but not in the least bit least. He respects Jin for how he handles himself in the face of danger. He's constantly watching and constantly learning. Malos has a soft spot for him in specific, and plans to leave Torna in his hands eventually.

His favourite person is Cressidus, and he likes him more than even he himself is aware of (this is mutual).

He's the link between Torna and the underground (the people who the Praetorium does things to because they have no way to defend themselves). He normally works with Perceval (who isn't a part of Torna, they go way back though) and they both can't stand Godfrey, the upstart politician.

Call it favouritism that I fleshed out Sever's the most... you wouldn't be wrong. I mean, you could help flesh these out by adding to the AU? mehmeh.

Anyway, I hope you like this, my brain kind of decided that today was a xenoblade type of day.

#xc2 #torna #malos #jin #mikhail #patroka #akhos #obrona #perdido #cressidus #sever

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🌟 ❤ ☕ ☁ 👀 for the twins

When your OC loses all hope, who do they turn to first? What helps make them feel better? What calms them down and reassures them? Why?

Val turns first to her mother. She benefits from physical comfort, hugs and shoulder pats, snuggles and forehead kisses. Luckily Mama believes that her babies are never too old to receive motherly loving and is always there for them. Since the kids are taller than her it’s super cute when Val curls up all tiny to snuggle in her lap. Val needs time to feel the extent of her emotions first, and then they can be processed with a little help later. There isn’t really any calming her down in the moment, but later on, her sadness or fear can be reasoned with. She will sometimes go to Lori if the matter at hand is something she feel like she can’t or shouldn’t discuss with their mother. Those things are few, but not nonexistent. 

Lori turns inwards and tries to deal with it himself. Even though his mother has never been anything but supportive of him, he doesn’t feel like he should burden her with his problems, especially when most of them are his fault. For most things he just adds the straw to the camel’s back, as it were. He carries his hurts until he breaks. When he does finally crack, he’ll go to Val first, and she’ll comfort him the way she likes to be comforted since it’s what she knows, and it works for him too. The physical comfort, the letting him get it all out. He will verbalize his worries in an unhealthy way - lots of self blame - and she’ll calmly refute him with kind words and reassurances.

What would your OC’s ideal lover be like? Appearance, personality, voice? Would their family approve or would it be a civil war?

Val idealizes someone who can live a calm life with her. She has a weakness for brown eyes but they aren’t a requirement. Her ideal spouse would support her in her dreams of running her own flower shop, want kids, can bake, and will do an even share of the chores. Being taller than her isn’t hard but she likes it anyway. Her heart is very open to loving any kind of person so long as they are kind, good-hearted, and not too high energy for her.

Lori doesn’t envision himself with a long term partner, but the kind of person that would be best for him is someone who can both keep up with him and slow him down. Thing is, he’s high strung and going hard all the time. Whoever wants him to love them will have to meet him where he’s at and then pull him into a slower pace. Someone he can be fully relaxed with, without having to put up the act. Someone who likes dogs too. Someone who isn’t afraid to kiss him in public.

Give us one (or more) of your OCs deep dark secrets! Why do they keep it hidden? Spill the tea!

Val actually let her depression get way worse than she let on before she asked for help. She likes that her family and others see her as bright and resilient, and doesn’t want to ruin that for them.

Lori has been in significant danger that he hasn’t told his family about. He doesn’t want to worry them with his fighting exploits since he usually recovers. Mama and Val only find out when he gets sent to the hospital for a particularly bad injury during a bar fight that he’d been getting in fights the whole time. All the other times he’d lied and say he got hurt at the gym.

What’s something your OC wishes they could forget? Why is this? Or, what is something that your OC has forgotten? (or do both!)

Both Val and Lori have bad exes they’d rather not remember.

Describe your OC through the eyes of another person! (bonus + specify who)

This turned into a whole minific from their mother’s perspective so have fun with my FEELINGS this is super not proofread so lollll

Varathiel Jeong will admit that she has had doubts about the way she chose to raise her children. But isn’t that what a good mother does? Everything she does should be in service of making them happy. She chose to bring them into the world, and she believed that, for making them bear that burden, she should give them as much as she can. It makes sense to her that she would doubt herself in the attempt to make her children as happy as possible.

When Valonriel announces her engagement, she is overjoyed. Daniela is a wonderful woman, and she already makes Val inexplicably happy. But she worries as well - Val had always dreamed of the white wedding. She did her best to assure her daughter that romantic love was not necessary for a happy life, and she would always reply with how much she wanted it anyway.

The poor girl got her heart broken so many times in her pursuit of love, and every time she came back for comfort, her mother was there, waiting with open arms.

The planning goes.. .well, all things considered. There are budgets to make and cakes to taste, disgruntled caterers and venues with strict no-refund policies. But the shimmer in Valonriel’s eyes when she daydreams of making Daniela her wife is worth it.

Varathiel worries often after the announcement that she will not give her daughter everything she needs to have the wedding of her dreams. She has no father to walk her down the aisle, nor to dance with her. It was not something she had considered when she was deciding to have children on her own. 

Unbeknownst to her, her wonderful, caring children had solved that problem before she could vocalize it to them.

She enters the front door of the house with an armful of groceries, and pauses in the doorway when she hears what sounds like an argument.

“Hey, I’m learning how to dance for you, can you at least go easy on me?”

Val giggles. “It’s my wedding, I get to be picky!”

In the living room of their home, where Varathiel had raised them, stand Val and Lori, hand in hand. Pictures of them as small children sit on the mantle behind them, contrasting the maturity of their faces now that they were grown. The sound of soft bossa nova plays from one of their phones set aside on the coffee table. The furniture is shoved aside to give them space to practice. Lori scoffs at his sister’s admonishing.

“Then you could pick someone else to be your first dance, you have your friends and stuff. All of them are probably better dancers than me.”

Val giggles “Oh, definitely. But none of them are you though.”

She watches them pause in their clumsy steps to look each other each other.

“What do you mean by that?” Lori’s eyebrows knit together above his characteristic pout. He got that from his mother, and she knew it well. Val squeezes her brother’s hands a little tighter.

“I always wanted you to be my first dance, Lori. Ever since I was little... And I’m not giving up my wedding dreams now.”

“.... Guess I don’t have a choice then.” But he smiles back at his sister anyway.

Once every few years comes a moment when Varathiel finds her heart impossibly full, thinking that she couldn’t possibly love her children more.

She is pleasantly wrong every time.

#my101fragiledreams #obey me mc #obey me oc #val #lori #valoreal #valonriel #val twins #surprise mom appearance #asks #have my feelings u made me do this

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1, 10, 11, 13, 25, 30, 32, 35, 36, 38? :3

1. Do you listen to music when you write?

It depends. On what, you ask? Not actually sure lollll

10.  Do you set yourself deadlines?

Way back when I tried to pump out one chapter every two weeks but honestly that didn’t usually work well. Now here we are in a world where I never finish anything. :D I’ve told myself I would finish Baby by the end of the month every month since September though. -crazed laughter-

11.  Books and/or authors who influenced you the most

This is a good question. I used to read a ton but not so much anymore, so I can no longer pick out like “oh this is where I got this bit of style from.” I did have a phase in early high school where I read Catcher in the Rye and then I couldn’t help but kind of write in that style. Also this sounds pretentious af but I imitated James Joyce a bit (and badly). I’d like to think my current style is more just my own, though it tends to lean more to the poetic side.

13.  Describe your writing process from idea to polished

1) Be me, head empty 2) Read something, watch something, or listen to something and be like “hey what if this but mattfoggy?” 3) Pretend to write an outline or just not even pretend at this point 4) Open a Word doc and write the first sentence and/or paragraph with no idea where the rest of it is headed 5) Add sentences in chronological order (because again, how can you write out of order if you don’t know what’s going to happen next) while also editing as you go and reading out loud a bunch 6) Finish it after like 5 years 7) Final edit and proofread

25.  Favourite part of writing

getting comments a;ldfjsl;jd VALIDATE ME

30.  Favourite idea you haven’t started on yet

Well I have at least one paragraph of all the ideas I intend to write right now besides our collab, so that wins by default. Looking forward to Foggy working with Jessica.

32.  Most difficult character to write

KAREN. I used to think Foggy because he’s far too funny for me, and maybe I just need to watch the show again or something, but I have no idea how to write Karen POV at all.

35.  What scene/story are you least looking forward to writing?

Hmm, currently exchange fic just by virtue of me not really knowing what to do with it. Besides that, I’m not really in the mood to write the suicidal Matt fic.

36.  Last sentence you wrote

Technically it was something from the exchange fic but I figure I probably shouldn’t post from that so here’s the last sentence from Baby:

A blistering kiss set the record straight.

38.  Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had 

LOL okay i had to go in The Archives™ to search for something for this, but one time i wrote a short story about a sloth named Virgil who keeps falling asleep for 11 years at a time and then just as he’s about to die having wasted his life, a warthog named Bernadine tells him that if he eats the petals of a certain plant he’ll be transported back to the afternoon he first fell asleep. He eats the petals and regains his youth and then becomes an insomniac a;sdlkfjlkj

#ask games #happybeans #asks

[winkyjinki]

author asks 1-30 GO!

WHEW OK STRAP IN BUCKO (I already answered 1&29 uwu)

2. When you’re writing a new story, what is the one thing you need to know before you can start?

This is gonna sound so like “duh bitch” but I always need to know AT LEAST how I want it to end. Or like the almost-end. Bc it’s like if you know where you want to go then you can figure out how to build up to that moment. 

They always say it’s not abt the destination, but the journey. But like in this case, you need to know the destination to figure out the journey oop--

3. How do you know when a scene is “done”?

This is gonna sound so vague but like... when I feel like it’s complete? Like when I think it’s served its purpose in the fic.

In theatre, every single scene has a purpose in building up to the climax & resolution, so I always try to make sure that each scene has served its purpose in moving the plot along/gives you something for a later plot point.

4. How do you know when a chapter is “done”?

Ummm... I try to end it at a good point. Honestly this is the hardest for me because I always want to end it at a good point but also where it feels like the equivalent of a half-cadence in music (it doesn’t feel complete).

That’s like my best explanation.

5. How do you know when a story is “done”?

I think my story is done when I’ve neatly wrapped up the plot to my liking while also leaving as little loose ends as possible.

This is a boring answer lmao but it’s really my best explanation.

6. Where do your titles come from?

Most of my titles come from songs that my fics remind me of. I try to make it be like ~poetic~ bc I can’t come up w titles from the pits of my brain but I can def try to find the perfect song lyric LOL

7. How do you feel about prologues?

I feel like it’s really useful for setting some background info that you want to reference but don’t actually want to explain in the main story LOL but it’s def not necessary

8. How do you feel about epilogues?

Another thing that I feel is def not necessary but sometimes you want a little “what happens next?”...as a treat

9. Do you tend to have an external narrator or use one of the characters?

I like the idea of using a limited POV, so I like to use one of the characters for narration. Bc in my opinion it’s a little much when you’re like spending so much time being ~omniscient~ but that’s just my opinion.

10. Does your narrator move from character to character? 

Ummm honestly it depends for me. Like for me it’s like...if the story calls for it in my heart. 

I usually like to keep it to one character unless I’m planning a more complex story that calls for a lot of different POVs!

11. What punctuation do you love too much?

Bruh... Commas, semicolons and this bitch (–) are my holy grail I feel like I’m the queen of run-on sentences.

12. What punctuation do you hate with a passion?

Okay I don’t HATE them but I really don’t like the overuse!!!!! of exclamation points!!!!!! I use them a lot when I’m just posting about stuff I’m really passionate about like that’s cute I just am not too crazy about that in like prose & creative writing. I wouldn’t say it’s a pet peeve, per se, but it’s just not my cup of tea :/

13. What grammar tends to cause problems when you’re writing?

Idek what this means but like I guess I struggle with writing verbs in the right POV bc, like I said, I'm the queen of run on sentences so I tend to lose focus on what’s the subject of the sentence.

14. What’s the one word you can never spell/use properly, no matter how hard you try?

I am actually illiterate so I always end up misspelling words ALL the time just bc like my brain will turn off. I used to use the word “futile” incorrectly all the time but once I like actually found out how to use it correctly, I’ve been pretty good :0

15. How do you write a really good metaphor?

Bro when I figure it out I will SHARE

I don’t have a strategy--sometimes I just write good ones and idek how it happened oof--

16. What is your best piece of advice for writing angst scenes?

If you are HURTING by the time you’re done with it, you did it right. When I write angst, I know it’s good if my heart hurts by the end of it LOL

17. What is your best piece of advice for writing hurt/comfort scenes?

Kinda the same as 16, like it hurts but in a better way. This will probably also be the same as my answer for 22, but if it just makes you soft, you’re doing well.

Soft & hurt is the combo you need for that.

18. What is your best piece of advice for writing comedy scenes?

I like to share these scenes with people (beta readers, friends, etc.) and see how they receive them. Even if they don’t laugh like SUPER HARD, I think it’s worth keeping if they make positive comments and they say stuff like “That’s a mood.” or “I related to that hard.” bc in my humble opinion that’s good enough for me.

I’m working on a Trashmouth comedy special series, and I literally just read the skits to my friends and see what lands and what doesn’t.

I just like to treat any comedy scene as a comedy skit. Just see what lands !

19. What is your best piece of advice for writing action scenes?

Oh man, I don’t do a lot of those, so I don’t really have much advice for that :( maybe in like a year I’ll have something for that lollll

20. What is your best piece of advice for writing smut scenes?

Now I’m no expert on doing the dirty, but I did read up on how to write like...good sex scenes....and a lot of the sources say to (in my own words) overload on thought and emotion. 

Like honestly I don’t read smut for the sex (I mean like.... I get hype when my ship gets nasty but that’s beside the point), I read it to see how someone comes undone for their lover and I think that’s IMPORTANT. Tbh anyone can write sex, but like I need that connection.

21. What is your best piece of advice for writing romance scenes?

Overload on that thought and emotion, dude. Make your heart THROB. I like to make this a matter of building tension and setting the release. Like no I will not be giving you that kiss yet bc that’s too easy. Build it up a little bit.

Talk about slow burn

22. What is your best piece of advice for writing fluff scenes?

If you read it and you feel like you might explode from how much these characters love each other, you are doing amazing, sweetie.

23. How do you balance your characters in an ensemble story?

I like to list out the primary, secondary, and side characters and figure out where they come in the story, what the relationships are, what purpose they serve the plot, stuff like that.

In a theatre standpoint (obviously), any character in a play has their own purpose and without even one of them, you can’t wrap that story up neatly. Like in Ancient Greek plays, even the smallest part played an integral part in moving the plot along.

24. How do you balance your characters when there are only a two or three in a story?

I like to think about what purpose each character serves in the story. I also like to think about whether this story revolves around one character, or if it delves into each character’s story and they kind of intertwine. Maybe they’re family or a team or roommates, or maybe they’re strangers whose lives are connected in some way if you wanna take that route.

I think when there are so little characters, you get more room to make them their own people. And you have that possibility of making it a collection of stories that come together without making it so confusing.

I think about that in, like, a theatre standpoint obviously.

25. How do you create an original character?

AAA I’ve never really made an OC but honestly I like to think it’s like making a sim LOL I’m so sorry to EVERYONE who’s ever made an OC.

I don’t even remember was my OC building process was like when I wrote original stories in, like, middle school.

26. How do you go about world building?

Oof ok I’ve been writing fanfic for as long as I can remember so that’s kinda cheating a little bit LOL it’s self explanatory.

But in the few original stories I’ve written (and honestly even when I write for some AUs), I base a lot of things on my own reality. So like people I know, places I like to go to, events that have taken place in my lifetime, they’re like the template, and depending on the nature of this world (realistic, fantasy, modern, futuristic, etc), that’s like how I’ll mold it to be part of that world.

27. Do you try to do most of your research ahead of writing (when research is necessary) or do you do it as things come up?

Honestly, I research things as they come up because things are always gonna come up. I’m constantly coming up with little things I can add into my fics, and I like to try all my ideas to see if they work with the story. I don’t want to scrap an idea just bc it’s not in my archive of research.

I also think when you get too wrapped up in technicalities, you lose focus of the actual story, so I like to jump in and do all my fact-checking as I go along!

28. How do you make sure your plot points are there while also making them blend in with the story?

This is something that I’m still figuring out because I’m just now getting back into writing longer fics, but I think as long as you make them fit in a way that they serve the plot or they play into one of your characters’ motives then it’s a good plot point!

30. How do you edit your stories?

This is gonna sound so extra, but I rewrite ALL OF IT from the beginning. When I do this, it really helps me figure out how to write thing in a more efficient and effective manner.

And I cannot stress this enough, beta readers are SO useful. You can do all of the proofreading you want, but someone who’s reading your writing will probably catch more spelling and grammar mistakes honestly. Also, they can give you insight on what might need more development, what might not make as much sense, and what really isn’t that necessary.

#asks #that was a LOT #LMAOOO #but honestly it was super fun answering all of these #thank you Angela for making me actually think abt my writing oof #i adore u so many #uwuuuu