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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 4 months

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Secret Admirer - S.Snape

Summary - Snape had been receiving notes, poems and gifts all year. They were just sitting on his desk waiting for him, he could only speculate who had been putting these things on his desk, until one day, he catches this secret admirer red handed.

Pairings : Severus Snape x Professor!Fem!Reader

Warnings : Female Reader, use of Y/N, not proofread

This is based on this request by @acupnoodle Thank you for the request!

Author's Note : I had a bit of a hard time writing this so please let me know if there was any mistakes or if there was a bit that didn't make sense. I can only become a better writer if I get feedback on how I can improve!!

My requests are open!

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Enjoy!

Severus was always curious about who had been leaving little notes and gifts on his desk. Now, he wasn’t complaining, his admirer had brightened his day every single time something was left on his desk. Even the students had taken notice that whenever there was a note or a little wrapped gift on his desk, he’d become happier, chipper even.

He had no idea who this admirer was and he so desperately wanted to know, he thought he recognized the handwriting but convinced himself that he was delusional. Even one of the students had recognized the handwriting, saying it was Professor Y/L/N’s handwriting. He hoped that it was actually her but he didn’t want to get his hopes up.

“Professor Snape?” He heard Hermione’s voice from behind him as he was getting himself ready for the lesson.

“Yes, Miss Granger?” He acknowledged the girl, still facing the blackboard.

“Who do you think is leaving you those gifts?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Not even a guess.”

“No. Let’s start the lesson shall we?”

That seemed to be his routine, until one day one of the house elves had delivered a wrapped box with a poem attached in the middle of one of his lessons. He eagerly took the box from the elf, thanking them before sitting at his desk, gently pulling the note off.

Severus,

I admire watching how passionate you get when you talk about something you like. I admire everything you do, you’re a great man, a great professor and a great person. Anyone would be lucky to have you in their life.

Love,

Your Admirer

The students watched as a smile spread across the man’s face, color gracing his pale cheeks as his eyes scanned the paper over and over again.

“Are you blushing, professor?” Theodore Nott teased. Severus ignored the teasing as he opened the box carefully. Inside of the box was a signed book from his favorite potioneer, the color on his cheeks darkened even more as he handled the book with care. “Snape is blushing!” Theo pointed out to the class. The girls all giggled at the professor and the boys all let out teasing “oohs”. He quickly shut them up and continued the lesson.

The next day, he had decided out of the blue to go to his classroom early. He heard shuffling around in his room which put him on high alert, he peeked into the room only to find a woman placing something on his desk. When he looked closer, he noticed that it was Y/N Y/L/N, the professor he so desperately hoped was his admirer.

He didn’t understand why she chose him, he was cold and mean, he was unfriendly and sour, so why him? He stood by the door and waited until she turned around. She let out a shriek of fright at seeing the man she was leaving a gift right by the door. “Severus! You scared me!” She gulped. She hadn’t expected him to come to his classroom so early, her heart pounding in her chest.

“You’re my admirer. I should have known that was your handwriting! I second-guessed myself,” He admitted, “I was hoping to catch you one day, ask you on a date but I was too nervous.”

“No need to be nervous Sev. I’d love to go on a date with you!”

The two professors smiled at each other, walking towards one another. “I hoped it was you,” He smiled at her.

“Oh really? And why is that Professor?” She teased as she grabbed his hands.

“Keep it up, darling,” He taunted, a smirk overtaking his smile.

“Keep up what? I’m not doing anything,” She said innocently. He leaned down closer to her, giving her the space to decide if she wanted to lean in or lean back. She, too, leaned in, connecting their lips into a shy and gentle kiss.

They pulled away for a moment before leaning back, kissing each other with more certainty, more passion. Severus letting go of her hands only to move them to her waist, pulling her body flush to his, her arms wrapping around his neck, hands fiddling with his jet black hair.

The sudden cheers and applause had caused them to jump apart, Y/N accidentally biting his lip in surprise causing it to bleed. “Oh Merlin! I’m sorry! Are you okay?” She rushed out, inspecting his lip. Severus couldn’t help but chuckle, wiping away the blood with his cloak sleeve.

“I’m fine, darling. I promise. You’re going to be late for your class, I’ll see you tonight,” He assured her, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead before sending her on her way to her classroom.

The students taking their seats were still cheering and chatting about what they saw as they sat. “Snape is gonna get laid!” Theodore called out causing laughter to spread throughout the class.

“That is not appropriate Mr. Nott. I will be taking 5 points from Slytherin for that comment,” Severus told the boy, taking his own seat at his desk as he settled himself for the lesson. A permanent smile graced his face as he taught his classes throughout the day. Word spreading quickly that the Potions master and the most beloved professor were going on a date later that day. Bets pertaining to when the pair were getting married started even though they hadn’t even had their first date.

The students may not have enjoyed Severus Snape as a professor but they knew that Professor Y/L/N was the best partner for him. They wished nothing but the best for the pair.

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weepinglilvessel · 1 month

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ok u git me hooked. pls tell me more abt the eclipse au

Alrighty! I hope you like reading cuz I’m starting from the beginning (sort of)

It centers around our three main iterators. Annular Suns ( seven red suns) and Lunar Moon (looks to the Moon) rapid increasing hatred for each other and Pebbs being right in the middle of it. Both Suns and Moon were worshipped iterators and that kinda boosted their egos quite a bit.

The both of them didn’t used to be like that, especially Moon. Not saying she was any better to the others but she was definitely much nice before Sliver’s death, which will be explained.

Moon admires Sliver in many ways. Seeing her as all knowing and perfect in her own way. Following in Sliver's footsteps and Sliver taking a notice to that very quickly, taking her in as her apprentice.

Moon always told Sliver how she felt about certain things she felt off about (this sort of leading to her horrible coping mechanism cuz she didn't want to express herself to anyone else) kind like therapy in a sense. Of course Sliver listened and helped her deal with said feelings, which made them quite close. This was the time Moon laughed the most and wasn't as cold as she is now.

I'd like to think Sliver helped Moon improve on her rather harsher behavior and become the much nicer Moon then she is now. With Sliver now out of the picture, she just kinda lost all her progress focusing on trying not to lose Pebbs as well (we can see how that went). Evolving backwards to say the least.

Suns and Moons hatred come opposite view points, their citizens having history of beef, and the trust of Pebbles. You could say that pebbles now being added to the situation made things much more tense due to Moon getting more overprotective in the hopes of not losing anyone else she cares about.

Pebbs ego is brought down so low because of these two's high expectations for him. Pebbs looks up to both Suns and Moon, but can't really get close with them cuz they treat him so poorly. Suns is a bit cold to Pebbs but try’s to not show it so much in the hopes pebbles trust them more than Moon.

With Pebbles being stuck in the middle because of them both he goes to a better, friendlier option, Sig.

Despite Sig being the overly jokester guy, Pebbles would rather deal with that instead of the bickering of Suns and Moon. This ends up in Sig and Pebbs being close and pebbles being able to express his emotions to someone and not bottling up.

With that being said, you can say Sig is the voice of matter where he tries to keep the group together (which led to his scug obsession but we’ll talk about that later :3)

There is more that needs to be added, but I have decided to do something special with this AU’s continuation. So consider this it for now. More shall come soon.

#weepingask #rw eclipse au #eclipse au #rain world iterator #rw looks to the moon #rw seven red suns #rw five pebbles #rw no significant harassment #rw sliver of straw #rw au #rain world fanart #rw fanart #art doodles #au info #au idea

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flavorita · 2 years

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riddle hatefuck w/ fingering and just a lil bit of degradation please and thank you

Anon bro, homie, my dear, hatefucking and degradation are literally like 🤝 HAND-IN-HAND YA KNOW

Okay okay I haven’t written smut in like 2 years and I've only posted one smut EVER. Let's see how this goes 😭

Dumb and Dumber

Riddle Rosehearts x Female Reader Smut 🔞

Part 2

TW: Degradation, fingering, orgasm denial, praise kink, dumbification? hatefucking? public sex, not really cuz it's just you 2 there?

“I cannot believe that as a student of Heartslabyul, that you cannot even memorize such a simple formula!”

You had been failing your alchemy class and had somehow managed to prevent your dorm leader from finding out, that is, until you failed your midterm. As per usual, Riddle took it upon himself to personally offer tutoring to any student in Heartslabyul that had suffering grades.

You had been studying with Riddle every afternoon in the library since he had found out, but you still hadn’t improved whatsoever. You’ve been studying the same topic for what felt like hours. All the other students had already gone back to their dorms by now as even the sun had set for the day, but not you and Riddle.

“Even Cater was easier to tutor...”, Riddle mumbled under his breath. You were trying, you really were but now all you could focus on were the tears threatening to spill from your eyes as Riddle hovered above you pointing at blurry images and words on the textbook set in front of you.

“And then you have to... Hey, are you even listening?” You didn’t look up. You couldn’t look up at Riddle. You didn’t want him of all people to see you like this. You felt your cheeks being grabbed as Riddle forced you to look up at him.

Surprise flitted through his eyes as he saw the tears forming in your eyes. “I see... Well then,” Riddle took a seat next to you. “Let’s try a different method shall we?”

“Ah~”, you bit your lip, trying to keep your moans from slipping out.

“Good girl, you’re finally doing something right for once.”

Riddle continued to scissor his fingers inside your hot cunt while you struggled to hold your pencil. Your legs squeezing together pathetically, while he nonchalantly continued his torturous administrations under the table with your skirt hiked up and pussy juices flowing.

“Don’t forget,” Riddle leaned in close enough for you to feel his warm breath on the shell of your ear. “For every right answer, I’ll add another finger. You’ll like that now, won’t you? Slut.”

“Hngh~”, his fingers curled inside you, brushing a particularly deep spot bringing you dangerously close to the edge. You lost your grip on your pencil as it dropped to the floor with a resounding thud.

“Tch, pick it up, Y/N.”

“I-I, Riddle~” With glossy eyes and a tearful expression, you turn towards Riddle hoping he’ll take mercy on you and let you cum. But instead, you gasped in surprise as Riddle removed his fingers from your cunt and started to lick them off, one by one, slowly while gazing at your tear-stricken face.

“Why would I let a bad girl like you come when you can’t even follow a simple rule like this?”

You began to plead and whine as you begged for release; for Riddle to fill the emptiness that only his fingers could. He merely looked down at you with an apathetic look while he crossed one leg over the other watching, waiting for you to

“Then. Pick. It. Up”

You trembled as Riddle accentuated each word, but what did he mean by pick it up? Did you drop something? You can’t think of anything but the throbbing of your heat and how his fingers worked wonders in it. You looked at Riddle with trembling lips, wishing he’d tell you what he wanted so he’d let you cum.

A gentle hand was placed on your cheek as a small smile finally graced his pretty face. “And here I thought you couldn’t get any dumber.”

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outisgivingpac · 10 months

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PAC: Little things you can do to improve your everyday life

Because there are days when simply existing feels like an extreme sport, this PAC shall give you some mundane advice to make your day a little bit easier 🌱☔✨

Check out my pinned post for my masterlist and personal readings ❤️

🐸Pick a pile/image you feel most drawn to🐸

Pile 1. Pile 2. Pile 3.

Pile 1: Queen of Pentacles reversed, the Empress reversed, The High Priestess

Dear Pile 1, there're a lot to unpack here so I hope you would stay with me till the end. Firstly, I can feel your fatigue streaming through, as it seems like you're buried under all kind of house chores and errands. What you can really use right now is a helping hand, not just someone who would nod sympathically to your struggle. Many of you could just be living alone, but some might share the place with someone who have different living standards as yourself. Either case, you could cut yourself some slack by asking for help, or simply letting others help you. On a side note, you might not have been eating properly as of late. Either you eat too little, or only fuel yourself with the kind of food that has little nutritional value. Though, it appears you're fully aware of all these problems, and just have to listen to your body more. You know better than anyone when you need to take a break, when to take a sip of water, or what you crave. So, yes, you should trust yourself on that as often as possible, rather than deeming it evil whisper your inner goblin lol

Pile 2: 6 of Cups, 7 of Pentacles, 9 of Wands

As it seems, people of this pile need a lot of activities and/or stimulations during a day to feel good in general. At the same time, idleness will weight you down like a plague. Without busying yourself with something that can be considered productive throughout the day, you tend to spiral hard in your head and become restless at night. This is often the case on those days when you don't have to go out for school or work. Aren't you a workaholic high-achiever with reasonable expectations for anyone but yourself? You're much encouraged to not take your day-off for granted, spending it worrying about work. Maybe you can pick up a hobby like handcraft (f.e. knitting, origami ect.), playing an instrument or engaging in certain outdoor sports. I know it could be much when you're low on energy, so it's important to find out something you truly enjoy to keep you (or your mind) active (maybe something you can do even when lying on bed?). The progress you make with your personal project will keep you in a more positive mindset. Lastly, some of you totally should keep your daily caffeine intake in check 👀

Pile 3: 7 of Pentacles reversed, 2 of Cups, Temperance

For Pile 3, I can tell you guys are goal-oriented people, who could get impatient when your effort are not met with immediate results. The lack of progress or productivity, whether it comes from your side or other party, could frustrate you greatly and taint your day in a sullen mood. To make your life a little bit easier, it's important to turn a mental switch when you're off work. Set your priority and boundary clear, knowing that you have tried to do the most you can with the cards you're served. There's always another day to continue or try again. Besides, if you have the "all or nothing" mentality, having compromises and taking the middle road will cut you some slack. As the world is not black or white, and it's completely normal to have inconsistency in your energy level. If you have a significant other, a close friend or family member, spending quality time with them is like swallowing a health potion. Oftentimes, they act like your personally cheerleader, hyping you up and helping you feel like your effort is seen, waaayyy before it is recognized by practical results. But hey, you can start giving it to yourself, too! Start to talk about/to yourself more kindly, like you would for someone you love.

#tarot #tarot community #tarot reading #intuitive readings #pac #pick a card #pick a card reading

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sirfrogsworth · 3 months

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Thoughts on Live Action Avatar: TLA

I'm sure people are going to hate this. Some for valid reasons. Some because of endless nitpicking that really has no bearing on how good or bad it actually was. Some because they have already chosen to hate it and it's just a self-fulfilling prophecy.

But I always root for things to be good. I want them to succeed. And I always go into everything I watch with the hope and expectation it will be good. I turn off my critical brain and try to just experience the show for what it is. As I said, I saw no trailers. I read no reviews. I knew almost nothing about the production of this going in.

Initially, things were rough... buddy.

And I think that is a longstanding problem with live action TV shows in general. I am always reminded of Star Trek TNG and how it took two seasons (48 episodes) before they figured out what the hell they were doing. Back then shows were able to find their footing and grow and learn. Actors were given time to find their characters and understand them and finally become them.

But now, every show has to be amazing from the start or they get cancelled. And I think people have become very unforgiving of first seasons as well. I feel like not enough people consider the potential of something getting better. And I think that is a shame.

So, yes, Avatar started out rough. They tried to cram all of the exposition into the first 20 minutes. And that was unpleasant. The effects were jarring at first. It is incredibly difficult to translate animation into live action. And please don't say the CGI was "bad." It wasn't. There was just so much that needed to be packed into every frame of this show to make it work, and finding a way to make it all seamlessly blend is a monumental task. I think the artists did an amazing job with the constraints of essentially making an 8 hour movie in the time usually given a 2 hour one.

But as the show continued, the actors seemed more comfortable in their roles. The showrunners seemed to figure out what worked and what didn't. The quality across the board started to improve. Especially when they started to deviate a little bit from following the cartoon. I also noticed that the effects that were jarring in the beginning eventually stopped bothering me and breaking immersion. I got used to them and was able to just focus on the story. And I think they got a little better as well. The bending was much more convincing as the show progressed. And it was a bajillion times better than the slow-motion bending of that movie that shall not be named.

And by the final episode, I was all in. The Avatar monster was really cool. And I was crying my eyes out and having all kinds of emotions. And there were some changes they made to the story which I actually thought made more sense. And I was glad this show was doing a few things to differentiate rather than being an exact carbon copy.

It won me over.

And I know it won't do that for everyone. And perhaps I am forgiving a lot of sins just because I wanted it to be good. The original was my absolute favorite show of all time. I just liked spending time with these characters again.

But I liked it more than I didn't and I'm hoping that is the general consensus, but I fear that is not the case.

Things I really liked...

I thought the actor playing Sokka was really great. They didn't give him enough humorous material. But I think this kid absolutely nailed the role. And if this gets another season, I do hope he can show Sokka's lighter side a bit more.

Ken Leung also did amazing as Zhao. I think he surpassed his cartoon counterpart in villainy. I loved hating him.

The final battle was beautiful. I think they probably dedicated a lot of resources to that. Maybe at the expense of other things. But I think it was worth it to end strong.

In the first season of the cartoon, the trauma was often skipped over or kept very brief. I'm sure the idea of dealing with genocide and war time trauma was not an easy sell to Nickelodeon initially. But they did actually take the time to show some of that trauma, especially with Katara and Sokka. And I cried a bunch.

They seemed to go to considerable effort to have a diverse cast. I am glad they learned that lesson from the movie.

That said, they probably could have brought back Dee Bradley Baker to make the animal noises. This might have been an overcorrection...

I guess this will give the anti-wokesters something to complain about since the original was already super woke and it is probably a challenge to complain about the new thing being woke as well. Though I'm sure they are up to the challenge.

Things I didn't care for...

The compressed timeline caused a few stories to be combined and accelerated. I understand why that was necessary. But there were some important moments of character growth that got lost.

Sokka's missing sexism. I think it is much more useful to see someone grow and change and let go of their problematic traits than to pretend that never existed. Sokka's sexism was a symbol of the conservative views within water tribe culture in general. It was also foreshadowing for the conflict with Pakku (which was also minimized). I just think young viewers seeing a character overcome ingrained ideals has a greater influence than just erasing that aspect from the character.

Things I hated...

Princess Yue's hair. You get the amazing Amber Midthunder to play Yue, and she does an amazing job with extremely abbreviated screen time, but I couldn't stop staring at whatever that was they put on her noggin. I know I criticized people for nitpicking, but that was very distracting. I don't know exactly how it could have been done better, but I worry a great performance is going to get overshadowed by... hair.

In conclusion...

I think the people making this show loved the source material. I can see that love. I think they tried very hard to make the best show possible. And I also know they are probably going to get a lot of hate. I still haven't looked at the reviews because I didn't want to be influenced when writing this. But I can feel the review bombing as we speak.

But this was not a Witcher situation where the writers didn't respect the source material. This was displaying how incredibly difficult it is to convert one of the most beautifully animated shows in existence into live action. Maybe that is an argument for not making live action versions. Though I usually love them when they work and am happy both versions exist.

I really hope people can remember the original still exists and they can completely disregard this and watch the cartoon any time they wish. This doesn't have to "ruin their childhood." These two things can exist and everyone is perfectly capable of ignoring all of the live action material.

But I do hope this gets another season. I think that final episode showed the potential. I think the cast was getting comfortable in their roles and they deserve another chance to show what they can do.

I love Paul Sun-Hyung Lee and I think he was a great choice for Iroh. But Mako's shoes are probably the biggest shoes in the existence of shoes to try and fill. I do not envy the task he was given. But every once in a while I saw that Mako spirit come out in his performance and I think he could use another season to really find that and show us what he is capable of.

This felt a lot like The Phantom Menace to me. There was actually a ton of amazing stuff to love in that movie. But it didn't quite work the way the original movies did. But I think this was good enough to hope for the future.

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fixing-bad-posts · 4 months

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Sorry about the weirdness coming from a stranger. You don’t have to answer this/can just delete it if it makes you uncomfortable.

I’m truly saddened to hear you’re going through something so hard right now. I know we don’t know each other, and I know nothing about your situation. But I know a tiny bit about you based on the fact that you run this blog.

1. You are a good and kind person. You fix bad posts and post them/others’ submissions to help people feel more accepted and to give people hope when they’re going through their own hard times. That’s not something anyone mean-hearted at their core would put in effort and time to do. So if you have any doubt about that, one stranger on the internet thinks you’re awesome.

2. You are one tough cookie. You read the bad post to begin with and instead of letting it bring you down, you defy that and make something beautiful out it. Whatever you’re facing is terrible and horrific, but you are stronger than you feel right now.

You’ve made my own hard days better with your blog, and I hope against hope that your situation improves soon. 💜💜💜

hi there—it’s taken me a couple of days to answer this ask because of the life crisis happening to me right now (🙃), and i sort of wish you’d sent this to me off-anon so i could respond privately because i’m just really grateful for this note. but in any case, i shall respond publically because there’s no other way to thank you haha!

thank you so much for sending this, i was really touched when i read it, especially awed that you took the time to write and send it. i’m so honoured to be someone who has made your own hard days better, and i hope i continue to be as i carry on with this silly side hobby of mine. truly, thank you for sending this. things are still hard right now, but life is moving. so it goes.

i also wanted to say thank you to everyone else who sent me nice messages, and hug emojis and shit seemingly in response to my vent tags about going through a rough time. usually it makes me self-conscious and it feels strange for people to send asks as if they know me and, in a way, it does still feel that way? but it also feels like i’ve cultivated a really sweet, well-meaning group of people who like this blog and right now that means a lot to me.

#i'm not going to respond to every ask i've got in here #but please know that if you send me something sweet i really appreciated it #ask fbp #anon ask

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viaoverthemoon · 1 year

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Can I request you a fic for Vendetta Leon!. Where leon is married and has a wife but having drinking problems because he lost his unit and after the Glenn Arias incident it still doesn't improve. So she convinces that he doesn't have to be alone and she will be there for him and will help him get through this. Just a lot of fluff and a little bit of angst. (You can ignore this request if you want)

Ask, and thy shall receive!

Vendetta!Leon x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your husband Leon has been struggling, and you remind him that you'll always be there for him no matter what. <3

Thank you for waiting! I hope this is satisfactory! <3

Tw: Mentions of alcohol abuse, addiction healing, angst but it's not bad, fluff

Enjoy! <3

'Til Death Do Us Part

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Your body suddenly notices the coldness by your side where your warm husband should be laying. You reach out, hoping to drag him back to you, only to find the area empty.

You're awake now, sitting up slowly as you wipe away the sleep in your eyes. Trying not to let the panic take over at the possibility that Leon may have gotten called to work, you decide to look around first.

Tugging on your robe, you get out of your shared bed and walk to the bathroom where light pours from the cracks of the door.

Only, when you slowly open the door, your heart instantly sinks and you let out a slow exhale.

"Oh, Leon..." Leon's drunken gaze turns to you, mouth upturning into a wide smile as he accidentally knocks over one of the numerous empty alcohol bottles that surround him as he sits on the floor.

You try not to show your slight disappointment as you walk to him, his hands reaching for you. "Sweetheart! I didn't know you'd be awake this early. I would've made you breakfast or sang you a song, or something."

He clearly isn't making sense.

He trails off with his slurred blabbering when he sees your face, the look of concern and pure disappointment causing him to sober up a bit.

"Oh... Honey I'm- I'm so fucking sorry." He rubs his hands along your shins and calves. "I know... I said I was doing better but-... Oh (Y/n) I'm not. I'm really not. But I'll-! I'll get better soon I promise! I just needed a sip or two- I swear-" He continues to babble incoherent promises and begs for you to forgive him, the look in his eyes one of fear and hesitation. Your heart cries for him.

You crouch in front of your husband and gently hold his face, watching as he relaxes into your touch. "Lee... of course I forgive you. You're going through a lot, and I completely understand that. Am I a little upset?... Yes. I am. But I'm not going to leave you. I'm with you, my love. No matter what."

"I know, sweetheart. I know. I'm sorry I just-" He pauses, letting out a shaky exhale as tears fill his eyes. "I'm just going through a lot right now-..."

His tears begin to free fall and you take his head into your arms, sitting next to him and holding him as he cries his heart out to you.

"Oh Lee. It's hard, I know." You hold him for however long he needs you to, ignoring the rise of the sun and the chirp of the birds. Only when he pulls away do you let yourself be brought back to reality.

You brush your fingers through his hair as he looks at you, sniffling with dried tears on his face.

"I'll always be here for you. And if you mess up, that's fine. We'll start again as many times as we need to." You raise your hand to his chest, right over his heart. And he does the same to you. "I'm not giving up. And neither are you. We're in this together, Lee." You caress his face with your other hand.

"Til death do us part."

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Omgg hiii. Y'all I've been working all week. This is the first break I've gotten.

Let me know what you think!

Hope you enjoyed! <3

Requests are open!

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drippingmoon · 5 months

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Merry new year to everyone, again! 🥳💞🥂

I know it wasn’t an event this year, but writing a yearly wrap-up is really therapeutic, you know? So I decided to continue the tradition, and if anyone wants to join me, absolutely view this as an open invitation^^ Introduction is over, and now let’s see what 2023 looked like:

(spoilers: I adored it. I'm also probably going to make this my fixed post, in case anyone ever wants to catch up with me. And also because my second baby, AoS, is growing, and it doesn't have an intro, but I can't leave it out.)

Stats

Aquiver, Aglow: 181k (draft 4) + 195k (draft 5) + hmm, draft 6 is an outlier, because I didn’t rewrite from scratch, so I’m unsure of the written word count. I didn’t change much from draft 5, so I’d say an extra 15-20k. Total word count: 376k+

Remains of a Night: 120k

Aberration of Sunlight: 134k

This was definitely my most productive year to date. And I got so hungry: the more I wrote, the more I just wanted to keep writing, and honestly? I’m proudest of myself for literally carving writing time whenever I got a spot into my schedule. Mostly it was from 8pm-11pm, but I had a mad run where my only free window was from 1am till I literally felt I was dying… I’ll talk about that separately🤣🤣👌

Though, I'm seriously understating it.

Like a lot of other people, I would have all these hours when I was younger when I didn't have anything to do, yet I'd still find some excuse not to write. "I'm waiting for the right time." "I'm anxious I'm not going to get it right." "Tomorrow! Tomorrow I can start right from the morning, and I'll have more time to write, yeah?" or "I'm too tired now, it's late..." and so the snowball rolled down and downhill and I found every reason under the sun not to write, now that I think about it. Sigh. So much time wasted. But I can't regret it either, because I needed those baby steps at that time.

And now! Now I do what I thought I'd never learn to: I prioritize, and I actually organize my daily stuff so it's not so impossible anymore to have a little bit of writing time. I don't take it for granted either. It feels like such character growth for me, I'm immensely proud of it.

And for the record? This year was a huge improvement over yesteryear mentally, too. It turns out, what I needed to get over my word count anxiety… was to be faced with people who literally didn’t give a fuck about it, and just cared about the story. One of the most unexpected things beta stage managed to do to me… was to quench all my anxieties. It’s as simple as that. I read and enjoy very long books. People also do that. So, I’m very happy to say I’m no longer in a tizzy about ‘quiv. It might kill my chances for trad publishing, it might not. I’ll be happy come what may.

Because it’s so simple how working on ‘quiv or thinking about it makes me joyous, and now I can just enjoy that freely. I will miss writing this story so much. I really will. But at least I’ll have it forever to reread, and I hope this thought brings comfort to everyone who also has problems letting go, like it does to me.

Let’s break it down a little, shall we?🤩

Aquiver, Aglow◇◇◇

My little star of the hour. How fond I am of it.

Like you could glean from above, ‘quiv went through three drafts this year. More specifically: in the first part of the year, practically almost as soon as February arrived. I knew it was getting closer to the final version, and gave me the push to finish all three back to back. I couldn’t justify anymore the bazillion AUs I do with rewrites (basically, WHAT IFs from events, WHAT IF it went this different way, WHAT IF Tyrone actually said this here… and so on and so forth. I wanted to test out as many pathways as possible, and did I exhaust every one of them in existence? Definitely not. I don’t think that can happen, you just keep getting new ideas. On and on. What happened, instead, is that these couple different pathways, at some point, cemented themselves as canon in my mind. I didn’t want to tease myself with alternatives anymore, and that’s when I knew they would be it. Some bits from the first draft, some from the third, some from the second. Some were even draft 6 originals!

It’s a bit of a weird process. I definitely didn’t need to reach draft 3, and meet Mezusa, because I could’ve feasibly made it work with just Yles in the story. It still would’ve made sense, though in a different way. But if I hadn’t… I might’ve missed one of the best characters I’ll ever probably have created, and the story (and Yles) is much stronger for her, if you ask me.

For that matter, yes, full rewrites every single draft might take a lot of time and effort, but honestly I don’t think I’d ever change my writing process (save for the moments of frustration when I think I will lol) because of the sheer satisfaction of it. Whoever said so long never to settle on the first version, I owe you a beer and probably some curses as well lmao, but very lovingly. You shaped my writing life.

I don’t have much else to share about ‘quiv, other than it’s off with my beta readers my beloved, and maybe a tentative promise that, if anyone wants, you’ll be able to read this precious ball of hope of mine relatively soon. This story is so gentle to me. And as much as I loved to write and work on it, I dearly hope that whoever decides to give it a go, is treated just the same. That’s the only wish I have.

I also don’t know if I’ll go trad or self-published. Instincts say trad, because I fuckin’ suck at marketing (fact), and I know I’d grow resentful if I’d have to put so many hours into advertising when I know I could instead… write. I’m a writer. That’s the only thing I know how to do. Trad, however, might not be as kind on a ~200k as life’s been, so I might not have a choice. If it comes down to that… I’ll just treat it as I do everything. I don't love this story any less if I just write, publish without a fuss, hope that maybe, just maybe, a reader or two will stumble upon the story and we could talk. Maybe we can have the fun of our lives, create some genuine connection. I know that’s applies to a lot of writers. I hope we can accomplish it.

And so, I’ll finish this section of the wrap-up with a kiss to my ‘quiv, for all the warmth it’s ever brought me. It’s come so far, I know it can live distinct from me from now on. It brings me great comfort. And I look forward to the times I’ll reread it, and we can relive our best experiences together. Never thought I’d get to this point. Thank you, ‘quiv.

Remains of a Night♤♤♤

Mwhahaha! And because ‘quiv took all the pressure, this left AoS to be an extremely fun and spirited experience. Literally the chillest I’ve ever been writing. In many ways, it’s more my thing than I expected ‘quiv to be: I get to murder characters left and right, it’s more plot-heavy and banking on the tension created by a creature that horrifies the characters down to their marrow, but still the only way to defeat it is to know it better, which, uh, might have unpleasant consequences for them. It’s got chase and stealth scenes, and it always shoots me with adrenaline to think about them. In short, exactly my jam.

It’s not a new book, nope. You knew it before as Aberration of Sunlight, but from the get-go I felt it would be bigger than ‘quiv. Very fortunately for me, I had a place where to break it, and behold: there’s RoaN (book 1), and AoS (book 2). There might be a third book, which I dearly hope not because titling sucks, but it depends on the Sycamine arc. More on that in AoS.

One last thing to note, before we delve into the story (hoo-ray for earlier drafts, because I can talk more frankly about them). This is the culprit of my 1am writing adventures!!😫❤ My schedule became too packed, then NaNo came round and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to honor how AoS began, because it was last year’s NaNo, aaand I’m happy to say I won NaNo, somehow, with 56k down before I died. At that time, I only had one section left to write (from both books), otherwise, hahahaha, yeah, it wouldn’t have flown. Still, most of draft 2 I’d written in September-October, with my fairy lights, late nights, and cups of hot cocoa, exactly like how life should be<3

Alright. We’re going through them chapter-by-chapter again, exactly because I love seeing the titles so much:

ACT 1

Cracked Visor, Scorpion Grass

I did it! I did! Twas another shower thought I managed to get down in time. Bare broken sentences, but they did the impossible, and arranged this chapter into a structure I adore to bits and won't ever change. (And 'quiv's naughty voice left me alone for once and I could write it properly!) While I don't think I'll ever be happy with a first chapter (not as a concept, but the writing — part of me will always wish that the reader just had all the information already lol), this one is in the right place.

It pays its respects to the story of the broken helmet at the foot of a spaceship, and how it reconnects Madigan with all the people who'd suffered from being tethered to the planets when they yearned to fly, but the Beast punished them cruelly for it. It makes him feel phantoms of their efforts. The tone is exactly what I needed this story to start from: melancholy and numbly hopeless, against the backdrop of the Beasts's echoed cries.

Rain Through the Universe

Unlike 'quiv, because RoaN and AoS are way more plot-heavy, it's not as easy to change things willy-nilly (whereas 'quiv was all about character bonds and dynamics). As such, it's very similar to draft 1. Because of that, I'll frankendraft next (select and combine drafts 1 and 2, rewrite to connect them) and afterwards I'll try something I've always wanted to. (Scrivener keeps hinting at it!) I'm gonna split the chapters into scenes, and focus on those individually and how I can just rewrite them and set their purpose in stone<3 I'm excited!

As for the chapter itself, gods, I love the atmosphere. Just the wreckage of a sundered ship, and Madigan’s sudden madman appearance making a lasting impression on Spica, because how could it not. They no longer answer distress calls in that age, it just means more dead bodies. In fact, they're forbidden to. Madigan instead brings him what he himself lacks: hope. And a lot of crawling around while dreading the Beast's lambent eye opening, and oh my, the moments are really flying by😈👏 extreme fun for me as the writer.

Aberration of Light

If you remember, the books follow two timelines, which will connect at some point. The first and main one is Madigan and Spica’s story. The other is Holloway’s, in the distant past of that universe, and who’s been dubbed the most selfish man in existence. That’s important, because of how the Beast came to be. But that becomes important later. For now, a weird-ass new recruit has joined the ship, and the witchy crew will very soon start making bets if she’s the Beast in human flesh, which really wouldn’t bode well for their future.

Night Falls On Their Reflection

Draft 2 became Spica’s draft. It was high time. He didn't exist in the original idea beyond chapter 2, but he refused to die with his story untold. And now he's one of the most independent thinkers I've ever written. Now he's Madigan's son (yes, even at 25), best friend, back-to-back partner all in one, and I could watch the trust and mutual respect between these two forever. To be sure: Madigan comes up with the dumbass plans, and Spica's only too happy to follow him through everything (it is good fun.)

He's repaying the incredible kindness Madigan's shown him when answering his distress call, after all.

But it goes a bit further than that, doesn't it? Madigan is used to watching over myriad people. He's the Superintendent of his planet, and while he genuinely loves people, kindness is his default. It doesn't go further than that for him. He doesn't necessarily think people need, much less desire his presence there beyond Madigan extending help, and most of the time, he's content with that. Kindness does make him happy. And it should be the same with Spica now, shouldn't it? He's kind, but he's not Spica's family, nor ever will be. Yet he immediately feels a connection with the boy, that has nothing to do with bonding over escaping-a-cosmic-disaster. And so does Spica.

This is the moment when Madigan starts feeling guilty, for stepping where he should not. But here's the beauty of Spica's character: he's nothing if not dead sure of his own feelings, and what he sees with his eyes. It's okay if Madigan keeps unexpectedly taking steps back. For very long, there'd been nobody to support Spica's beliefs. So he does the same, as when he followed his heart to go into dead space: he believes in himself and Madigan, and that their paths aren't meant to diverge. They mean too much to each other for that to ever happen.

(In short, and legend says you can still hear me screeching about these two ten thousand years later, I love these two so much, and especially the parallels between Spica going alone into outer space and loving Madigan.)

(And, okay, obviously all these developments don't happen in a single chapter, but I couldn't stop gushing🤭🥰.)

Who Puts These Tombs in Ice

Overall, I think draft 2’s Luitgart performed worse than draft 1. Mainly it's the setting I want to revert (still an icy, sempiternally dark hell, but with different ice constructions) because some of the beats are a huge improvement, and again, I gotta combine the two. Otherwise, I’m still as obsessed about the Luitgart arc as I’ve ever been, and huge thanks to it for being so strong it could function as an ending of its own, allowing me to split the book.

Gettin’ into spoilery territory, but I have to un-kill Madigan so many times it leaves me in hysterics. That was what I was supposed to fix this draft. It got worse. Considerably.

(One constant: the chapter being a love letter to Madigan, and how his first answer will always be to help the other, no matter if they deserve it or not<3 and finally, finally, he gets acknowledged for it, and the favor returned.)

ACT 2

Lemon-Dotted Days + Remnant

Two Holloway chapters! I’m actually massively pleased with how they’ve turned out. Last year, I said the main issue was that I had an outline, and that never works for me. So I did what I do best and rewrote everything from scratch, and the result is both uncanny and… unexpected.

Unexpected, because I never in my life thought Holloway’s voice would make me laugh so much. He’s supposed to be unsympathetic, but then you get his interactions with Saintlark (the new crewmate, possibly Beast) where they’re contemplating the harvest of a nebula, and he’s harshly critical of it, which gives Saintlark hope… only to go deadpan One Moment Later: if they’d used the nebula to prolong their lives instead of bolstering the war, they wouldn’t have died like clown idiots.

And, they could’ve maybe stolen immortality from the nebula. They would've had to share it with him, of course. Or he would've murdered them to get it.

That, my guys, is his personality in a nutshell.

I have a lot of feelings on Holloway now, and most involve me huffing and slapping my forehead while groaning, but oh my gods. Was it ever so fun. And wait, wait, wait. Since I'm talking of humor (apparently a lot of comedy fit into this horror lmfao) I have to show you guys the following section🤣🤣👏:

Corpse Snow

The drifters are set howling on the ice. They share glances, five separate vehicles nodding at each other. Madigan revs up the engine, splitting the air with a jet of steam and vibration.

The last of the marines are climbing into the box. A figure flashes past Madigan’s drifter — and he leans over, teeth grinding because of his ribs, and he does his very best to grab someone by the back of their suit and pull. Workout days were never his strength, though. He only succeeds in stopping them in the frost smoke.

It’s Spica dangling from his hand, expressionless.

Lieutenant Hahn instantly seizes on the situation. He throws Madigan a long, withering look. “Whatcha doing, Boss?” he asks softly, about to unhinge his jaw again.

Madigan nudges Spica into the drifter. “Picking up your boy.”

Spica gets the hint and deposits himself into the front seat, glancing from his father to his Superintendent. He seems to give up on whatever’s going on, and makes himself cozy in the frosty spot. And Madigan, of course, pretends not to notice Hahn’s drifter sliding closer.

“And you didn’t consider I might want to have my son with me?”

Madigan looks up and sighs. “Lieutenant, dear Lieutenant,” he starts pleadingly. “Why won’t you show some leniency to a poor, wounded man?”

Hahn’s drifter stops, summoning a breeze across the icy floor that gently rocks the other vehicle. His breathing distorts the comms with static. “And what exactly is my son right now?”

“My trusty navigator,” Madigan answers easily.

“Sir’s emotional walking stick?” Spica pipes in at the same time.

They both look over. Spica’s quietly turned to the navigation, as serene as daylight, seemingly oblivious to how Madigan's expression changes, lightning-fast. He quickly hides it under the guise of a polite mask, as the marines stir and turn their attention on them. They’re snickering.

Lieutenant Hahn throws up his hands, giving up on everything.

This is also the first 30k chapter I’ve ever written. It's everything I've ever wanted to do with ice.

Heart of the Void

The end of the book. Originally, it was the ending section to Corpse Snow, but since it already got so ungodly long, I chipped off that bit and I have to say I’m very happy with how it works as an epilogue! So it ends the frosty, weary journey, and I can’t see the two books as separate yet, but here we bid goodbye to the first.

Aberration of Sunlight♧♧♧

I did the unthinkable and created a fifth arc. This might not seem like much to you, but I was screaming bloody murder you guys😭😭😭. Sigh. It’s so sigh. For so long, AoS consisted of four clear-cut acts, but it was necessary. With the introduction of Sycamine, and making it two books, it was just needed. It’s still one of the worst things I’ve ever done because I was used to four😃💔

(The chapters continue from where RoaN left off – from chapter 10, to 21.)

ACT 3

Retro Spectrum

Sycamine, oh Sycamine. Definitely the break I needed before Days in Darkness. It made for a really neat beginning. It’s calmer, focusing on the knowledge they have on the Beast. It’s also a reflection on Procyon (their main star) and the story of the two straggler dog constellations, and what they'd been running away from. I liked the direction it took. It veered away from the Beast for a bit, so the tension kept expanding in the background. And when it returns, well... maybe they shouldn't have been so eager to see it again🤭.

It suffers from the same syndrome as draft 1’s first chapter… it’s there in the vicinity of the idea, but too much to the left. Not bad for a first attempt. The setting annoys me – I really don't enjoy writing cities, and AoS didn't change that. So, for our next try, I was thinking... maybe we don't need to be on the planet, but up close and veeery personal with it. It's a secret❤.

And, oh gods. I put a moustache-twirling villain in this. And then I couldn’t stop myself from naming some sucker Sweetman Calories. I don’t know what happened to me during those days, but I’m crying🤣🤣🤣.

Toast to the Light

Holloway and Saintlark’s story is slowly coming to an end. Unexpectedly bleaker than draft 1, yet it feels much more sincere. Holloway has a way of saying everything Saintlark needs to hear. No surprise. They did that to themselves.

Dissonant Recognition

Ahhhh, the Madigan-is-slowly-losing-his-grip-on-reality chapter, or maybe he should really stop staring into the suns. One of my favorites<3 Also because it features Moren (!!!) who has a blast staying in the grey morality area, because she doesn’t know if her actions could ever matter, or if she could change anything. Does she just exist? Is she a player or just pawn? Who knows. Besides that, she gets along great with Spica. They form such a teasing duo, the level of mutual respect they felt for each other on sight was a delight to write. My favorite ally of theirs, even if her destiny lies elsewhere.

Night Beneath the Elevator

Best title hands down, dethroning Solgesis. I’m going batshit crazy about the visuals, it's exactly my thing. This half-light slanted over an elevator waiting in a rundown basement to be boarded. And there's something underneath it, and always has been. Something insidiously creeping up and waving its tendril fingers at you as you're just waiting for the fucking thing to ascend. Immaculate, guys, I'm telling you, and I'm cursing my hands because I can't make a wallpaper of this. I want to eat that atmosphere.

Time-sensitive missions, y'all.

And why the heck did nobody inform me I was going to add Command as an actual character and have them talk with Madigan?! That entire convo, made up entirely on the spot but somehow with a direction, made me realize what an idiot I’d been for not doing it sooner. They mean so much to Madigan, after all.

(And Mariya. So much Mariya in these chapters.)

ACT 4

Loop System

Like Who Puts These Tombs in Ice, draft 1 might’ve done it better. Not Spica and Madigan, though, because of the sheer development Spica’s been through and the dynamic he’s managed to form with the crew. It's different from Madigan’s, but similar enough that it’s got Hahn commenting lightly: [Spica’s] picked up quite a few habits from Madigan, hasn’t he? Almost as if they’ve gotten very very close, huh? How about Madigan tell him more?

(I adore writing Hahn.)

Outreach

Another Holloway chapter. Doesn’t have the punch of the kids subplot from draft 1, but this just makes it worse for Saintlark personally, because, this time, the consequences are on her.

Days in Darkness

I knew the moment I first got the idea this would be my favorite chapter. Well, it finally happened in draft 2: when the entire crew is here, this time, and ready for the final countdown, to relive the experience of being trapped in a ship that's disintegrating. No more heroes left behind. I'd been so tired writing this chapter in draft 1, but this time around it was incredible. Everything went up sharply from here, both in terms of events and how on fire I was.

(Maybe less than the gorgon, but I was.)

ACT 5

Echo Terminal

The first of the two log chapters.

I've never written smoother, more visual chapters than in this period. Days in Darkness changed me so much, I was writing day and night by this point and couldn't get enough. Well, I hit my limit in the second half of the very last chapter, but I am beyond satisfied. Even the Beast's metamorphosis took me by storm, because I'd been wondering what the final verbs, the final images, the final design for it was going to be. I didn't expect it to come to me this early, and with such thrill. Those were my very best days of the year, and I toast to them.

(And I knew it was going to be fantastic when Halo's Warthog Run OST started blaring in my head, with as much adrenaline.)

Where, Now? + Solgesis

My beloved. The second and last of the two log chapters, but it’s Noelle Saintlark’s log.

Holloway’s timeline ends here. Or maybe it just gets carried into the future. I thought I’d want to rewrite his parts again, make the plot just a tiny bit more psychedelic and nonsensical because it’s so close to the Beast… but Solgesis put all my fears to rest. Even the formatting and layout is a bit of that special thing I’ve always wanted to try, and it really changes the perspective of the previous chapters. There's a new confession that stands at the heart of Holloway's stories.

Honestly, the only thing that needs urgent working on is the anger at the end of the chapter.

Anger is so hard for me to write sometimes. Not because I don’t connect with it, but because I feel self-conscious writing it. The wildest I felt it was when I tackled 'quiv's chapter 3 and Imera's Turning speech, both in quick succession (before I'd even written draft 1. I'd been taking notes.) Since then... I just thing back to how keenly I'd felt that anger, and I kind of intimidate myself out of it. Kind of like a natural resistence, I quench it from myself. Which is actually hilarious when you think about it. It’s like I’m going I BANISH THEE FROM MY BRAIN because generally, as a person, I dislike feeling and operating on anger. But no worries. I’m going to find a way around it.

Watch me😎.

What Goes Around…

(Now it’s the time for me to start crying some rivers, and, alright, it won’t be visible so I’ll say it: the chapter titles are holding a conversation, guys. They speak to each other. And sometimes it’s both sides of the same coin, like how What Goes Around (comes around) hints here. If you take two chapters, one from the beginning and one from the end (for example 1 and 21) it'll tell you a little secret. Okay, What Goes Around and Rain Through the Universe communicate through their plot, which I can’t spoil but of course it has to do with Madigan and Spica and how they first meet… but there is one title pair that does it best visibly.

Lemon-Dotted Days and Days in Darkness.

And I hadn’t even planned this. All the parallels I wanted to draw… I feel like they built themselves, guys. They really did, and it makes me so wildly happy I don’t even know how to stop my hands from flailing.

And, with them being 21 chapters, they meet in the middle, on the one unpaired chapter.

Called Toast to the Light.

I friggin’ love everything.

New Sunrise, Forget-Me-Right

Of course, Forget-Me-Right is a play on Scorpion Grass. But it’s also such a gentle name for the chapter, because everything ends here. Lying on their backs, staring out into the universe, and it really, really is over. Just a dark horizon on which stars flare and bloom. And suddenly, that maddened rush to make every sacrifice count, to remember every soul they’ve encountered because the legend says the Beast absorbs you when it kills you – all that suffocating pressure dissipates. Lightness remains. Because they’ve protected each other.

For the first time in my writing journey, blood rushed to my head with such emotion I had to stop writing, which never happens. I had to look up and exclaim, holy fuck. But how could I not, considering how the story ends for the Beast? I am speechless. A lot of gorgeous surprises this draft.

Conclusion□●□

Whew, what a year it's been! As for how 2024 will probably look like, though I don't like making plans: finishing the beta stage for 'quiv, and tackling RoaN and AoS's draft 3. Thaaaat one I'm actually starting on Christmas, when I can (finally!!) reread draft 2 with my mug of hot cocoa (or maybe mulled wine for a change) and, no surprises here, I'm hyper stoked for that<3 <3 <3 I legit can't wait to see where the new draft brings them. I might not have set any expectations for them, but they're vying to keep up with 'quiv and I adore it🤭❤

As for my lovely friends... well, you know by how I spam your tags how much I adore you and wish you happiness forever🤩🥺🥳 I don't know what my activity will look like in the near future, so for now I won't be saying anything, and my semi-hiatus continues. Semi, because you're unforgettable and I crave to see what everyone's been up to and (!!!!) what you've written!

So let's meet in 2024 again, and all the best wishes to you, the reader🥰🥂❤.

#ayearofwriting #2023 #aquiver-aglow #aberration of sunlight

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and really bad eggs

pirate king wanda x fem reader

words: 2.1k

warnings: **18+ ONLY** mentions/slight description of injury, hurt/comfort, smut, scissoring. if i missed anything pls let me know!

a/n: well i guess it's a series now lmao~ is 3am posting going to become my new thing? we shall see. i hope you enjoy :) also, there's a cameo of two of our fave dudes in here hehe! unbeta'd. any and all mistakes are mine. feedback is encouraged & appreciated ♡

part 1 ❀ part 2 ❀ part 4

You pace impatiently along the deck, eyes straining through the moonlight as you search for the return of your crew mates and captain. They should've been back ages ago. You'd been given strict instruction to stay on the ship, the captain using the excuse of your poor combat skills for her reasoning.

“I've been practicing with Natasha,” you'd protested as you watched Wanda gather her effects.

You would be approaching the port soon and she always liked being ready to step off the ship the moment it was docked. Feeling desperate yet helpless, you continued staring at your lover as she checked her pistols and secured her sword.

Wanda sighed. “Yes, and I've heard of your improvement,” she admitted. “But Natasha still thinks you need more time before you're ready for a real fight.”

“You say all the time how rare fights happen once the villagers realize who you are!” you retorted.

“I am not going to argue with you on this,” she replied, her tone firm. “My mind is made up. You will stay here.”

You clenched your jaw. “Are you saying this as my captain, or as my lover?”

Wanda spun to face you with a hard look. You lifted your chin, having been on the receiving end of such an expression several times before. She was always calling you stubborn, and that wasn't going to change any time soon.

“When did I stop being both, hm?” she wondered, taking slow, deliberate steps towards you. “What have I done to deserve this treatment?”

You didn’t reply, frowning as you broke your stare. When Wanda spoke again, it was low, so quiet it was almost a whisper.

“I could not live with the thought of you getting hurt, or worse, because you could not defend yourself properly,” she confessed. “Perhaps I do not express myself well enough, if you are under the impression that I could be so impassive with your precious life.”

You blinked away the tears that built in your eyes.

“I have fought in my fair share of duals, and even I have had many close calls, despite my years of training,” she added, and you hated the reminder, having bore witness to the scars that decorate her skin to prove her words. She cupped your cheeks, forcing you to meet her imploring gaze. “I will not have your blood on my hands.”

A shaky breath escaped you, still feeling utterly helpless, useless, but you reached up to gently grasp her wrists. As much as it pained you, you nodded in understanding. She sighed, eased, and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, promising to return as quickly as possible.

Now, a sense of foreboding has been steadily rising within you. It's never taken this long for a raid. You wring your hands anxiously, contemplating if Wanda would be angry with you if you left the ship with your sword in hand.

However, you don't get the chance to decide. You hear voices approach, and soon after, the crew bustles out of the tree line. Your relief is palpable as you press your hand to your chest, muttering a quick thank god under your breath as they grow nearer.

It takes a moment for you to notice, so washed in comfort by everyone’s return, that a few people are carefully carrying someone back to the ship. Just as quickly as the relief appeared, it leaves you entirely. Your skin goes hot then cold, so fast that it leaves your head spinning, dread settling heavily in your stomach.

As the crew begin boarding the ship, none of them meet your eyes. Panic wells, and you find yourself stumbling across the deck, shouldering past several people. Natasha stops you before you can go around her.

“She's fine,” she murmurs.

“She–She's being carried onto the ship,” you point out dumbly.

Natasha grips your shoulders. “Her wound is not serious. We had to clean it and stitch it to stop the bleeding before we could return.”

You whimper, covering your mouth as fresh tears fall. “She was bleeding?”

Natasha sighs heavily. “Before we could announce ourselves, some skinny, little idiot and his friend thought themselves to be heroes and charged us.” She rolls her eyes, agitated all over again by this person. “The Captain stepped in and was grazed by his dagger while she was trying to subdue him. Once he found out who we were it was easy to get them to back down.”

She pauses, huffing. “For whatever reason, the Captain invited them to join the crew after they'd apologized a million times and begged her pardon.”

You blink a few times, mind whirling. “But she's okay?” you clarify, your only worry.

Natasha’s face softens as she nods. “Aye. I made them carry her back so she wouldn't put a strain on her stitches. It's just a superficial wound.”

Just then, Wanda is carried on board, and you rush to her.

“This is ridiculous. I am perfectly capable of walking,” you hear her grumble and it makes a choked sob slip past your lips. Her eyes meet yours and she orders the men to stop. “Put me down,” she tells them, and when they try to argue, “Now!”

Not wanting to receive some form of punishment, they listen, gingerly helping her rise and stand. She winces, her hand clutching her side, just below her ribs. You take cautious steps toward her, but you stop a couple feet away.

“Come here, my love,” she says, holding out her free arm.

You close the space between you, tears spilling down your cheeks as you check her over for more injuries, hands hovering unsurely around her. She grabs one of your hands and pulls you into her, hugging you tightly. You bury your face in her neck as you cry, relieved all over again, feeling her warm and solid beneath your hands. She shushes you softly, kissing you wherever she can reach.

“I'm alright, my angel, I'm fine,” she reassures.

“You were hurt,” you correct thickly. “I wasn't there and you got hurt.”

“It's nothing I can't handle,” she replies. She brushes your hair off your shoulder so she can kiss along the expanse of your collarbone. “Why don't we go to my quarters, hm?”

You swallow past the lump in your throat and nod, letting her lead you in the direction of her cabin. Along the way, you spy two new faces; a skinny, blond man whose eyes are wide as he takes in the massive ship, and a dark haired man that follows close behind, looking resigned to his fate. You make a mental note to give them a stern talking to later.

Wanda closes and locks the door to her cabin once the two of you are inside. She turns to you and meets you halfway for a bruising kiss.

The only thought playing on a loop in your mind is that you could have lost her. It's silly, especially knowing her injury is not that serious, but also knowing that she'd gotten hurt and you weren't there to help makes your chest seize uncomfortably. You just need to assure yourself that she really is okay.

Your hands grab fistfuls of her hair as you deepen the kiss into something sharper, messier. Wanda grunts, her own hands sliding down your back until they can squeeze your ass. You moan brokenly into her mouth.

She breaks the kiss to mutter, “Feel me? I'm here, safe, with you.”

“If you think I'm staying behind next time, you're mad,” you respond, licking a hot line up the side of her neck.

Her head tips back as she laughs, the sound teetering off into a gasp when you bite down and begin sucking a mark into her skin.

“I figured you would say so,” she says.

Without a word, you make quick work of undoing the laces of her trousers. She helps you undress her, slipping off her coat and unbuttoning her waistcoat before she reaches for you. Her deft fingers work on removing your corset and dress until you're completely bare. She steps out of her trousers that have pooled at her ankles, kicking her boots off in the process.

The stark contrast of the stitches against her skin is like a punch to the gut. You softly trail your fingers just below them.

“Lie down,” you tell her.

She opens her mouth to protest, but you send her a look that begs her to simply do as she's told, and for once, she listens. She walks over to her bed with you in tow and eases her way onto it. You crawl on after her, sitting between her thighs.

“No teasing,” she intones, tacking on a quiet, “please.”

You hadn't planned on such a thing anyway. Instead of verbally replying, you lift one of her legs and straddle the other, shuffling forward until you can align your pussy with hers. You place a kiss on her calf and then grind forward.

Twin gasps echo in the room, pleasure setting your bodies ablaze. Wanda’s eyes close as she pants at the feel of your wet cores sliding together. It sends a shudder down your spine, mouth falling open as your clit is stimulated perfectly.

“Doing such a good job, my angel,” Wanda praises, making you whine and grind harder. “You feel exquisite. Love feeling your cunt, dripping and desperate against mine.”

“My King, please,” you whimper.

She moans and yanks you down for a kiss, sucking on your tongue, biting your lip. You cry out when her fingers pinch and tug your nipples, hips twitching out of rhythm for a moment before you regain it. Both of your thighs are messy with slick, the sound of it sending heat up to your face, makes your clit throb.

“Come on, then. Let me hear you,” she orders. “Want to see you come apart on top of me.”

You feel a sudden smack to your ass and you're keening, grinding faster as sweat forms across your hairline, on the small of your back. Wanda isn't faring any better, her cheeks flushed a stunning shade of pink. She keeps spanking you, urging you on. Your ass stings, but it's a welcome feeling, a reminder that she's here, below you.

“Come for me, pretty girl,” she requests.

You can only listen, your clit beating in time with your heart as you grind it on hers, moaning loudly when your orgasm consumes you. Wanda pulls you down entirely, shifting you to lay on your side and lift your leg. With pleasure still clouding your mind, you blindly follow her silent instruction. The high of your climax hasn't even receded when she slides two fingers inside you. A surprised whine falls past your slackened lips.

“I've got to get one more out of you, my love,” she informs you, immediately thrusting her fingers at a brutal pace. “I know you can do that for me. Can't you?”

You nod, letting out noises that you're sure the crew can hear. Wanda doesn't seem to care, though, so you can't find it in you to care either. She licks into your mouth, her tongue tangling with yours, making you shiver and clench around her fingers.

“That's it, there you go,” she coos.

Her thumb joins in, swiping over your sensitive clit. You nearly scream her name. She grins proudly, curling her fingers and rubbing over the spot inside you that is sure to have you wailing. It takes only a minute longer and then your second orgasm rushes through you.

“Beautiful, so beautiful, my sweet angel,” Wanda is saying in your ear, kissing along your jaw as spots dance in your vision.

You weakly push at her hand when you become overly tender. She removes her fingers and gathers your wetness, bringing her hand down to her clit and using it to quickly get herself off. She holds your heavy lidded stare until her orgasm takes over. She tosses her head back with a cut off shout, her hips bucking into her hand.

“My handsome captain,” you say, kissing her shoulder. “Took such good care of me. Thank you, my darling.”

Wanda sighs as relaxes. “Always for you.”

You trade sweet nothings and even sweeter kisses for a few, long moments until you remember her injury. The skin around it looks more irritated than before, but she promises that she's fine, kissing away your worries.

You stay wrapped up in each other, running soothing hands over each other’s bodies for a while. When you yawn and blink drowsily, Wanda covers you with the blanket, letting you cuddle up even closer.

You're asleep between one blink and the next.

#avengers fic #marvel fic #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #pirate king wanda x reader

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lou-struck · 1 year

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Angelic Insecurities

Simeon x reader

~ Your Angel may have had a bit too much Demonus at dinner time.

a/n: Two Simeon posts in 24 hours... I guess I like him a lot.

It's Solomon's fault, really…

Before the meal at the Demon Lord's castle was served, the Sorcerer proudly announced that he had helped in the cooking process of a specific dish. The chatter in the room dissipated, and everyone stared at him in fearful silence, for tonight was the night of a hundred dishes.

This idea was cooked up by Barbatos months ago, But it took just as long to grow, gather, and prepare all the ingredients for the bite-sized dishes from the Human, Demon, and Celestial Realms. The Butler had stretched himself thin in preparation for this event, and everyone knew it.

Diavolo broke the silence, first placing a large hand on the Sorcerer's shoulder and beaming down on his with his usual Princely grin. "Well, I suppose we all thank you for your assistance, Solomon. Do you remember which dish you improved?"

He gives his head of white hair a shake, "No, not at all. I guess we shall see if we can find it?"

"We shall see," the demon says, giving him a pat on his shoulder before turning his attention to the rest of the party. "Come, everyone, let's take our seats. The feast is about to begin."

You watch as Lucifer leads his brothers into the room, shutting the door and glancing back at the Butler. His normally calm features are furrowed with concern as he scurries into the kitchen to no doubt try and find the tainted dish.

"Poor Barbatos," you murmur as Simeon's hands wrap around you from behind. "He has worked so hard on this dinner."

"The rest of the meal will be wonderful, don't worry, Mc, "his soothing voice whispers into the shell of your ear. "Are you afraid?"

"Maybe a little bit," you laugh, turning your head towards the Angel. "Solomon's cooking scares me."

He lets out an airy chuckle before pressing his lips to your forehead. "Don't worry. As your guardian angel, I have sworn to protect you from all the evils the realms have to offer; if I eat it before you do, I'll be sure to let you know."

His hand comes to rest comfortably on the small of your back as he escorts you into the dining room, where the first course of bite-sized dishes were being brought in by the attending lesser demons.

The table is quiet as you approach, and everyone is on high alert, using their inhuman senses to try and discern what beautifully prepared dish had been poisoned by Solomon's interference as they lie upon the pristine tablecloth.

If this were a normal meal, Beel would've already begun chowing down, but you can see that even the Avatar of Gluttony was apprehensive.

The array of multicolored eyes flicks over to the kitchen door waiting for the Butler to come back into the room, hoping that he had sniffed out the dish.

If Simeon wasn't still holding your hand, you are such you would've picked your nails down to nubs in anxious anticipation.

After far too long for your liking, a Dejected looking Barbatos comes back into the room. The polite smile that adorns his mouth tells you all you need to know.

He couldn't find the ruined dish.

As he takes his seat, the demon lord clears his throat and puts a merry mask on his face. "Now that we are all here, let the feast begin."

Every bite was like a game of Russian Roulette.

Each time you raised your little spoonful, you waited for the heavenly taste of fine dining to turn sour in your mouth; every time, it never did. A part of you just wants to find the damn dish so you can enjoy the rest of your meal and peace. You look around at everyone else and see they are faring just the same.

In order to keep his angelic smile plastered to his face, Simeon turned his attention to the seemingly never-ending fountain of demonus.

The handsome Angel's cheeks become more and more flushed as the night continues.

"Psst, Mc," he whispers, trying to lean in closer to you; the shift of weight in the chair makes the legs wobble, and he almost falls on top of you. But he is a bit too drunk to notice.

"Yes?" you ask, giving the Angel a sweet smile,

"I think I've had a bit too much to drink," he chuckles lowly, swaying back and forth in his seat. "Do you think anyone has noticed?"

"I don't think so," you say, gently cupping his face. "Are you feeling sick at all?"

He shakes his head, leaning more into your touch. "No, no, it's just that I'd hate to embarrass myself like this." He glances from side to side suspiciously before lowering his voice even more. "Don't tell anyone, but I'm an Angel."

You stifle the laughter that threatens to come out with your hand and look at him tenderly, "I won't tell anyone," you say softly, playing along with his silly mood.

His blue eyes shine with adoration as he looks at you. "I knew I could trust you," he murmurs sincerely. His attention is fleeting, however, and he becomes captivated by the next round of dishes that are laid before him.

The rest of the evening is pleasant, and the delicious taste of Barbatos's cooking has almost completely wiped the threat of danger from everyone's minds. The brother's lively bickering and Diavolo's booming laughter bounces off the table; even Barbatos looks pleased with how the evening is turning out.

Simeon, still very intoxicated, has taken to sneakily trying to hold your hand under the table without anyone knowing. Shooting your loving grins and trying to feed you bits of his food.

"Open up, my love," he slurs, holding up a spoonful of dessert for you to try. "This tastes wonderful."

You hear a clinging of silverware and see Asmodeus and Mammon staring between you and Simeon. A look of jealousy resides on their handsome faces.

"Oi, what are ya doin feedin my human like that?" Mammon says, getting to his feet.

"Yeah, if anyone is feeding MC, it's going to be me." Asmo winks at you before crossing his arms in displeasure at the Angel.

You glance at the end of the table and see Lucifer crossing his arms, getting ready to interrupt his brothers. But before he can do that, A loud sound of silverware cluttering against porcelain breaks the tension. And poor Luke's coughing fills the room.

"I found it," he says as little tears pool in his eyes. The little Angels fair skin looks sickly green as he gets to his little legs and rushes to the Bathroom.

"Oh dear," Barbatos says, getting to his feet and following behind the poor guy to help him out. "Please excuse me,"

The table is quiet, and the ruined dessert has been discovered at last. "It seems that this variation of celestial sponge cake was what upset Luke's stomach," Satan says, looking at the greeish tint of the cake's fluffy icing.

"Poor little guy," Beel says, helping himself to the remainder of Luke's plate since he will no doubt be tapping out of the rest of the festivities.

"That's peculiar," Solomon says, resting his hand on his chin, "Luke must be allergic to Zombie Iguana scales."

The table falls under another heavy silence as they stare at the Sorcerer in shock.

"Was that what you put into the cake Solomon?" you ask politely.

"Ahh, yes," he says, his eyes lighting up. "I read somewhere that they can help with the setting process in creams, so I thought it would be of help to Barbatos if I used them in the batter."

You nod politely, wondering if the little Angel will ever be able to eat sponge cake again after this little incident.

An hour after the conclusion of the feast, poor Luke is still emptying the contents of his stomach in the restroom. On his way to find his little Angel friend, Simon had found himself lost in the large hallway for a long while. This prompted Barbatos to suggest that both Angels stay the night at the palace so that they can recover from the festivities.

"Mc," Lucifer calls, holding out a hand to you, "Shall we go?"

You shake your head and give him a smile, "I think I will stay a bit longer and help out."

He looks a bit disappointed but acknowledges your choice. "I see; well, if you want someone to escort you home, give me a call," he says, gesturing his brothers out the door and into the night.

"Mc, could you help Simeon to his room?" Barbatos asks, gesturing over to the chaise where the Angel is currently resting.

You nod and approach him; even when plastered and sprawled out on the furniture, he is still one of the most beautiful beings you have ever seen in your life.

His eyes open sleepily, and he gives you a tipsy smile. "Mc, I wassh just dreaming about youuu." he slurs, holding his arms to you.

"Really?" you say, helping him to his feet.

"Yesh," he says dreamily. "We went on a date under the stars, but everything was underwater, and we kis~"

You stifle a laugh at his antics, "You're drunk, Simeon," you say. "Let's get you to you to your room."

He smiles and mumbles something incoherent as you guide him down the hall to the spare room the Butler has prepared for him.

As the two of you walk into the room, Simeon's giggles turn into hiccups.

"Are you okay?" you ask, allowing him to flop down on the plush mattress.

He nods and looks up at you sweetly, a deep blush on his cheeks. "Will you stay? I don't want to be alone right now."

You find it near impossible to deny him when he looks at you like this. "I'll stay," you say softly.

"I wish you could stay with me forever," he says earnestly. "I wish we were closer than this."

You feel tightness in his chest as he retakes your hand, kissing the skin tenderly. "We are close, Simeon." you say, "You know I love you."

"And I love you so, so much. I don't know what I would do without you," he says, tears lining his light blue eyes. "Please, mc. Make a pact with me. I want to be yours and yours alone."

"Oh, Simeon," you sigh, rubbing some soothing circles into the tipsy Angel's back to calm him down a bit. "I can't do that; you are an Angel; you don't make pacts with Humans."

He furrows his brow a bit as your words wash over him. "Oh, I suppose you are right," he says at last. "Then, promise me this then. No matter what, keep me in your heart."

You giggle and give him a soft kiss on the forehead in response. "You don't even have to ask."

#Simeon x reader #obey me simeon #simeon #om! simeon #obey me fluff #obey me shall we date fluff #obey me x reader #obey me #obey me shall we date

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ceruleancattail · 1 year

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HI HI I love your works about butler twst SO MUCH i really like the concept, the dynamics, and how they interact with the reader (also the company (no i'm not lonely what are you talking about)) so i had a random idea: butler vil or rook (you can do both if you want to) who removes reader's makeup after a long day — no i did not request this because i'm starved for intimacy

(you can ignore this if you don't what to write this, and please take your time if you want to)

Oh my gods thank you widnwkskwk- Hope you like this!

Bare your Soul

Vil x reader

You’ve learnt to listen to Vil.

This has been especially true when it comes to matters of beauty. He is the foremost authority of such matters, even he does say so himself. After all, you see the results of his labours clear as day on his face, do you not?

As his master, it’s only prudent that Vil upholds you to the same standard he sets for himself. Do not fret so, he’ll handle it for you. All he asks is for you to exercise some decorum, and sit still.

Let Vil work his magic on you.

Well, not that your face needs much improvement. Makeup is simply a frame to place a person’s face in. A masterpiece cannot be expected to be displayed bare, can it not?

You’ve grown used to his hands on your skin. Fingertips pressing gently into your face, feathery brushes dusting your cheeks, light as a kiss. It’s a rather intimate moment, if you do say so yourself.

Just you, him, and the silence of your bedroom.

It’s almost magical, how Vil transforms you. Not into an entire new person, no. His fleeting touches prod at you, coaxing out the attractive points of your body. His strokes subtly bring out the best in you.

The beauty that was already within.

However, Vil insists that you wipe all of it off at the end of the day. Cinderella’s dress was gone by midnight, and your makeup should be as well. Protest in any way, and he’ll make you sit through a lecture on the tarnishing effects makeup will have on your skin if you leave it on.

All you could do was to shut your eyes, and let Vil do his job.

Fingertips massaging cleanser over your face, pressing into your flesh softly. Vil was close. A little too close, for that matter. You could feel his breath on your skin, a warm caress full of care. Slowly but surely, you could feel the stress of the day melt away,like butter in the sun.

Your body leans into his touch, a sigh of relief as Vil wipes off the foundation that caked your face. A low chuckle, before a finger tapped the very tip of your nose.

“Enjoying this, Master?”

You hum your agreement.

His fingers rest under your chin, tilting your head upwards. Eyelids fluttering open, you gaze at Vil, His face a mere centimetre away from yours.

A sharp click of his tongue. A warning to keep your eyes closed. You shut your eyes once more, heart beating a little more wildly then before.

Soft. That’s all you could describe the touch. A feather light kiss pressed into your lips. Eyes springing open, your eyes met his. You could feel his lips curl upwards, pulling yours along with it.

Vil pulls back, a coy smirk on his lips. His thumb rests on your lips, swiping off the remains of his lipstick.

Crimson red. Not unlike the blush rampaging on your skin.

“Well, Master. Shall we continue?”

Rook x reader

The process of taking makeup off one’s skin should be gentle. It should never leave one’s skin dehydrated or irritated. There was a certain skill required for this.

Fortunately for you, Rook was blessed with this skill. Many a lonely night was spent with him by your side, dabbing at your cheeks with whatever bottled liquids he deemed fit to apply on your face.

This night, you find yourself seated by the window. Silvery moonlight illuminating the room ever so slightly, adding an enchanting glow to whatever it could touch. At this moment, the light seemed content to settle around Rook. A pale halo surrounding his body.

There was a certain angelic result. A sharp contrast to who he was.

Eccentric would be a better word to describe his lively personality. Always going of on something or another, Rook lives for the beauty of others. It only makes sense that he knows how to treat such beauty, no?

It will not do at all, to skimp on the care of your lovely face, Master.

Applying oils to his fingers, Rook dabs it onto your face. They’re scented, a comforting sort of smell. You close your eyes, allowing him to rub it into your face. Loosening the makeup, as well as softening your skin. Two birds with one stone.

He was an excellent hunter, after all.

Under the care of his hands, you find yourself drifting off. Your eyelids grow weary, and his touch was ever so warm…

A light pat on your cheek. Blinking wearily, your eyes open once more, staring at your butler. A light, airy laugh, before he cups your face with his hands.

“Mon dieu, master! It will not do for you to doze off just yet.”

Tilting your head, you nuzzle into the palm of his hand.

“It’ll be alright. After all, I have a capable butler by my side. You’ll take care of everything, won’t you, Rook?”

A jovial laugh escaped his lips. Rook brings his head forward, bumping his forehead against yours. He grins, a boyish sort of smile that stretched from ear to ear.

“The amount of faith you place in my hands, master… it’s certainly remarkable.”

Pressing a little tighter, his thumb rubs your cheek. Just barely enough pressure to hurt, but never to bruise. Your gaze flickers back into his eyes.

They were narrowed, the calculating eyes of a hunter, staring down his prey. Drawing his arrow, and aiming for the heart.

Your heart.

Rook leans forward ever so slightly,a sultry purr whispered into your ear:

“I’ll do my best not to betray that trust, Master.”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #vil schoenheit #Vil schoenheit x reader #twst vil #Vil x reader #x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #rook x reader #twst rook #butler au #lucky potion🔹

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srbachchan · 10 months

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DAY 5634

Jalsa, Mumbai July 21/22, 2023 Fri/Sat 1:26 AM

🪔 .. July 22 .. birthday greetings to Ef Hitesh Gohel from USA .. keep well .. 🙏🏻🚩

अरे भैया ! का बतायें ! चार दिशाओं में काम किए आज हम , अलग अलग विषय को लेकर । और सब हो तो गया लेकिन , अच्छा नहीं हुआ । तो कल , यानी की अब तो आज हो गया है , उसको फिर से करेंगे , और आशा है की अबकी बार वो ठीक होगा !

😁

in the World of the translate what has been expressed ☝🏽 is that .. well first off .. that I am a Brownie .. the colour of the finger was given to me thus .. was going to comment about this, but better sense prevailed and kept it to myself .. my yellow pencil flutters in the pen box beside me .. 😳🤣 ..

is that .. what shall I say .. now this is the translate , not a continuity of the sentence above .. and I am not using the finger directional emoji .. ok .. my work today has taken me to all the 4 directions of the World .. on different issues and topics .. and all have been addressed, but not to my satisfaction .. so , tomorrow - well it’s tomorrow already now - I shall make another attempt to improve it .. and I hope that this time it is done better ..

Good no ? keep doing it again and again till it works right .. something will give in time .. because time also gets fed up when you keep at it .. so it eventually gives up and .. then .. the door opens , and we walk in .. isn’t it .. ? or rather ain’t it .. !!!

Alright .. so .. San Diego and K , the project .. a great moment for the film and the makers and all those that went there for the release of the first look for it .. I was pushed hard by Nagi Sir to come along, but work and medical restrictions have kept me away from many such occasions .. so .. but I must admit the first look was pretty darn good .. wasn’t it .. style, music, frames .. everything ..

.. and finally the reveal of K .. KALKI .. mythologically so important .. 2898 AD !!

‘AD’ has been changed has it not .. ?

yes .. AD , which i think was ‘anno domini’ , meaning ‘in the year of the Lord'.. was changed to CE - common era .. and BC, became BCE - before common era !

Why so .. have no idea .. it was related to the birth of Christ , before and after . hence .. but , each region in the World has its own year and month and named according to their calculated calendars ..

many considerate Ef are sending in messages to me ‘to get to bed ..’ .. but i wait .. wait for Abhishek and family to arrive .. they have just landed , and I shall go to sleep after meeting them ..

Amitabh Bachchan

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liquid-luck-00 · 3 months

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Red Binding 3

Maribat March Day 3: Butterfly

@maribat-calendar-events @maribatserver

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There was never a day to relax. Everyday brought on more and more studies, text, incantations, and even bruises. Yet she was happier than she could ever remember. She had started to learn the language used in the Order, which greatly improved her relationship with Su-Han, who was appointed her mentor. But that wasn’t the only language she had learned. Those chosen by Kwamii, were of any and every race and culture. So she picked up other languages, ranging from English and Spanish to Arabic and Swahili. Overall she learned about a dozen languages over the six months she was here.

"Guardian Yùnqì." The familiar voice of Su-Han caught her attention in the quiet library.

"Guardian Kuí." She turned towards her teacher, with a slight bow of her head. "I hope the day has been well to you."

"It has." Was his response, yet Marinette noticed his shift in his mood. His usual calm stoicism was replaced by a simmering anger just under the surface.

"Su-Han." She whispered breaking him from his growing stupor.

"I do not know how this happened, yet it has been decreed." His usually intimidating posture sagged slightly. "As of today, you shall begin to prepare for the Renewal Ceremony."

"Is that a bad thing?" Her genuine curiosity on display.

"Follow me."

She stood, leaving the books on a cart, so they would be returned to their place, and followed behind her teacher.

They took a passage that led close to the Supreme’s chamber but took a turn, one she never had reason to go down. They continued down, further and further, to a point that she wondered just how deep they were in the mountian. Soon after they came to a stop. There was a a door, no taller than three meters, and carved into the wood was a symbol she has seen countless times.

A Yin and Yang.

Inside the room was a pool of steaming water, she watched as the pool ebbed and flowed with its own tide. The crystaline torches provided such clear light that rainbows danced around the room, splitting farther on each crystal it touched. But her focus was once again on the pool of water. The water itself was such a deep blue it was a true Indigo. But the water glowed unnaturally a purple that seem to distort the cavern. It made her skin crawl, it wasn't a dark purple like Lavender, or even a soft purple like Wisteria. No this was closer to a Nightshade.

Reflexively she took a step back from the water and it's rising steam.

"You do well to be cautious." Su-Han nodded.

"What is this?" She asked, stating the obvious. "There is a heavy concentration of Magic."

"Very good, this is the Spring of Creation, also known as the Pool of Ambrosia."

"Like the elixir of the gods?"

At this Su-Han laughed, well it was more of a chuckle.

"This pool is where that name originated from. You see anyone who either drinks or bathes in the waters will have an extended life. However all magic has its cost. This pool belongs to Tikki, the Kwamii who has chosen you as its guardian."

"What does this have to do with the ceremony?"

Marinette asked watching her teacher closely.

"The ceremony is simple, whenever there is a chosen of the jewels of either creation or destruction, that chosen will perform a ritual. Water from both pools will be poured into one another revitalizing and balancing both."

"Why would they need to be balanced?" She couldn't help and ask.

At the Su-Han simply placed his hand on top of her head.

"For destruction cannot exist without creation, and creation cannot exist without destruction. You are to help balance them, ensuring that if any magic is used, it would be restored." At this he seemed more apprehensive. "You my child are still young, you should not be burdened with having to do this."

"Well it doesn’t seem that hard." She shrugged, because it didn’t.

Carrying maybe a pitcher of water from one location to another wasn’t that difficult at all. So why is he making it seem like she’s walking into a trap.

"You’re right. The ritual itself is quite simple, however the location of the Well of Destruction, is… "

"It can’t be that bad." She crossed her arms, making herself look more confident, and made a joke. "It’s not like they’re in hell."

"They might as well be." She blinked to his response not knowing if he was joking or not, yet the man never joked.

"In sending you there, I have all but signed your life to death. The Pits of Lazarus are held in the inner sanctuary of the League of Shadows, whoane move commonly known as the League of Assassins."

"I’m sorry what?" She took a step back, almost reflexively.

"There is actually a group of people who call themselves the League of Assassins?" That act was both incredulous and absurd at the same time.

"There is, and unfortunately the head of the organization is not only a very cruel man, but he also knows of your existence, Marinette."

That wasn’t exactly what she was expecting.

First off why would someone so evil be the ones who are tasked with guarding such a place. Secondly, how is it that they know of her? The third reason however was what stuck to the most, the fact that Su-Han referred to her by her name, not her title, not as his apprentice, not the most endearing term he ever gives her of my child, no he referred to baher given name. This is the first time he had done so , which put a new kind of weight on her shoulders.

"can the ceremony be postpond? And if not how much time do I have to prepare?"

"You will be expected to arrive the night before the next new moon. You shall be accompanied by an instructor, and will be there for day over a fortnight."

"Are you saying I have to stay there for two weeks, 14 days, in a place filled to the brim with assassins?"

"That is correct." It was the first time she ever saw him expresses any sort of emotion, the first time she ever saw him shed a tear.

And she was absolutely mortified.

The silence mi's had streaked too long, as Tikki's voice chimed into mind urging her. Marinette, you need to answer.

She dug her heels in, straightened her posture, and took a breath, grounding her self removing everything except for what she needed to do from her mind. "If it has to be done, it’s my duty as the Guardian Yùnqì."

"I do not know if your determination is a result of you finally coming into your own, or if it is simply a façade at the moment. I can still see you as the small child who fell into the courtyard, now your wings only begin to show. I feel your metamorphosis may be close my little caterpillar. Now." He stiffened and went back to his usual self, his momentary lapse in emotion buried yet again. "Tikki would be best to guide you, as she knows where the tomes are for the ceremony."

"I don’t think I can do this Tikki." Marinette ran her

hands down her face as soon as he left the cavern.

If anyone can, you can, comeon Marinette."

Tikki floated around her before floaty at her eye level.

"I’m going to be with people who think it’s drag to kill. I’m either going to be walking on egg shells or under constant supervision, more than likely both. Mari started to pace getting further from the magical water.

"And so long as you can harness my magic, no shadow can touch you. You hold so much power, you have yet to even comprehend. You are going to be the next Grand Guardian."

"That’s if I survive this!"

"Not if, when."

"They can snuff me out if they want it. No harder than it would be to blow out a candle."

"Yes, but just like the Kuì said, you have changed so much. Mari, you have knowledge that took others decades to learn and even master. The progress gained in your studies: language, spells, rituals, defensive combat and magics. You are a child of miraculous, you are creation."

"I don’t know if I can ever truly be the grand Guardian Tikki." She all but dismissed.

Marinette extended her hand towards the Kwamii who sat in her palm.

"I am not brave, and I’m not a good fighter, and my magic is more aligned with healing."

"You are so much more." Tikki flew up to cup her cheek, giving her a hug. "You are perfect Marinette, you just lack a bit of confidence."

"It’s not like I can manifest it overnight Tikki." A small joke made its way to her lips.

"No you can’t my- little bug, but once you do, you will be an unstoppable once my little bug, but once you do you will be a butterfly."

"Everyone expects so much of me, and I don’t see it."

"It doesn’t matter if you’re walking into a room filled with guardians in training, or mountain full of assassins, remember creation did n't simply make flowers, creation also created the poisons that bloom from them." Sometimes she forgets, Tikki may be kind and gentle 98% of the time, but she is also terrifying.

"Destruction can’t exist without creation." She repeated those words, they were having a bit more understanding of them.

She took a deep breath and started to plan. A mental list formed of things that need to be done before she had to set off towards this mountain full of shadows.

"Let’s go get the to me, we can study it in the room, but before that I think it’s time to start training with the guardian Shun’itsu."

the little goddess smiled at her before disappearing from this plane once more.

You’re on the right track bug.

~~~~~~~~~~

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A Game of Fear and Shrinking: Rewritten

Hello everyone! As promised, here's another, improved take on my first vore story from 2017!

I'd like to thank my awesome sweetheart @bluepriestess for betareading, providing great support and suggesting wonderful ideas for the characters! She's the best bestie! 💕

Although the vore scene described is non-sexual and there's no explicit content in the story, it is best suited for 17+ readers, as it contains themes for a more mature audience. Still, please don't reblog it on exclusively-NSFW/kink blogs. Actually, DNI if you host these kinds of blogs.

Reader is gender neutral in the story.

I hope you enjoy my fic everyone!

CW: unwilling vore, unwilling prey, sadistic/cruel pred, weakened/poisoned prey, fearplay.

Words: 1,435

Ao3 version

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Thump thump. Thump thump.

This is the only noise you're able to hear right now. Your own heartbeat. It bumps so hard in your chest that it’s like it wants to break free and flee far, far away.

Thump thump. Thump thump.

Your head hurts, you can barely focus on what’s happening. The only thing you know is that you're running away from someone dangerous. And that someone is chasing you in this very moment, you can feel it in your veins. Your adreline levels are off the charts.

Thump thump. Thump thump.

A sudden headache blinds your sight for a second, forcing you to stop and take some deep breaths.

W-what is happening? He must not reach me, or else-

And that's when you hear it. A dark chuckle erupts from behind you, slowly approaching your weakening body.

"Oooh, what do we have here~? Looks like my delightful snack has escaped. What a shame" the voice says, getting closer. Footsteps reverbate as he gets closer, thumping in the silent void between the two of you. Your eyes don't want to meet his, the latter fixated on you with a familiar hunger.

'You're not a meal to him and you will never be', you’ve kept saying to yourself for the last few days. What he did to you is beyond anyone’s mind, even trying to talk about it with someone is difficult. It hurts. And it doesn’t help that your energies are quickly abandoning you, for some reason.

"Why did you stop running, darling~? Is the poison starting to take effect your cute, scrumptious body~?" he asks, grinning as he keeps walking towards you. You start to feel limp, barely able to stand.

“W-what’s this?? Why would you do this???” is all you can blurt out in panic. He just chuckles in response.

“Excuse me~ I couldn't wait to eat ya so I decided to add something different to your last meal~ You just look too damn delicious when you sleep" he continues, now only some feet away from you.

You try to scream, but nothing but whimpers and sobs come out of your mouth. He snickers again at your pitiful attempt to cry out.

"Awwww!~ You seem in trouble~ How fortunate of me to pop here just to help you out!~~", his voice echoing in the abandoned factory as he takes some more steps forwards.

Curse you, sicko! You and you sickening humor, you think, gritting your teeth in an attempt not to lose focus.

The mad man is now before you, breathing just some inches away from your face. With a smirk, he then proceeds to firmly pin you against the closest wall, giving you a lick on your trembling cheek. "Now now, let's have some fun, shall we~?"

Your eyes immediately open wide as you realize his intensions and begin to struggle more, your efforts useless against his strength. Oh, if only you could smack his face! But he has the upper hand right now, and he seems to quite enjoy your squirming.

"Oh~ We didn’t even get started and you’re already fighting back! It’ll please us both, don’t worry” he says, chuckling as he then pulls out his usual small remote control.

Thump thump. Thump thump.

Nononono!

Before you could even shriek he presses the button, breaking the silence with a deep chuckle. Suddenly a known stinging pain bursts behind your left ear and hastily spreads everywhere, from head to toe. You only have the time to close your eyes and hiss in pain.

When you open them again everything around is huge now compared to you, just like him.

To your purest disgust you look up, realizing he’s staring in awe at your shrunken figure, currently the size of a pinky finger. And as if things couldn’t get worse, your limbs feel numb and you can’t move any longer. The poison must have taken full control now.

N-not again! Please, I don’t want to!

"Aw, you look so cute I could just eat you up~” he taunts, easily grabbing you in his fist, admiring you like a child with a brand new toy. You’ve never liked that glare, you can’t bear it. Though despite your weak state, you finally managed to spit something out.

“You jerk, I’ve heard you say that so often I know you’re actually gonna do it” you snarl, making your best try at squirming away at that same moment.

He stares at you puzzled, raising an eyebrow. But that confusion disappears as soon as he starts to cackle, taking away your unique occasion of satisfaction against him.

“Someone’s being funny here~ But time’s running out, gotta hurry y’know?” he says, approaching you to his lips before you could even blink.

That’s where the nightmare begins. Snapping his teeth before you, breathing on your face or licking it are his favourite ways to send shivers down your spine, your struggles the best part of the show. It’s always just a game to him anyway, so why shouldn’t he have his own fun?

Weirdly enough he already gets tired of it, so without warning he swiftly opens his mouth and tosses you inside, shutting it immediately afterwards.

He did it on purpose, the bastard.

All the light has disappeared now and you can feel something spongy, slimy and warm under you. It can be only one thing. Some drips of saliva fall on your already moist face and you suddenly find yourself pinned against the roof of his mouth.

So fucking gross…

He doesn’t even spare some sucking, as you get moved around to taste every inch of your body. Luckily your clothes have shrunk with you... Hell seems the best place to you when he slowly tilts his head back, causing you to inevitably slide towards the back of his mouth, without the time to react and fight back.

Oh no-

GULP~

It all happens so fast. Your limp body being pushed in his tight throat. His faint groans, his fingers caressing a familiar bulge in the neck. The peristalsis pulling you deeper into him, the beating of his heart and the calm breathing.

You just decide to close your eyes once again, letting the esophagus drop you in your churning prison. Inside, it’s almost pitch black. A small pond of acids and a cacophony of gurgles welcome you, with a loud rumble that makes the whole chamber vibrate.

Urp~

Wonderful.

"Hehe, pardon me pet. You really are such an unique delicacy~~ this is why no one else must have you." he says, wiping some drool away from his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Mmmmm~ in fact, you do belong in my gut, stewing away from everything and everyone else~~ I doubt anyone else would be able to enjoy this as much as I am now~~”

You feel his hand rubbing his belly from outside, giving it a couple of pats too. If it's either a way to comfort you or to simply express his smugness, you can't say.

Definitely more of the latter, though.

...

Thankfully he made you indigestible, when he brought you here who knows how long ago. A simple injection, and now he can eat you as many times as he pleases. No lack of oxygen whatsoever, and the stomach acids barely run down your skin and clothes just like water.

He wouldn't want to hurt you in that kind of way, to be fair; he's been at least a little considerate in that regard. So despite everything, you're actually glad he's removed the painful parts of being inside someone else's belly.

The walls around you continue to churn away at your now tiny figure. Pushing them away proves to be of little to no effect to him, and the surroundings merely slosh loudly all around you.

"Since it’s all being settled, let's go back to the lab now, I'll let you out there" he exclaims, the stomach around you shaking a little as he starts heading back to his secret hideout.

"However, because of this futile stunt of yours, you're going to stay inside for as long as I see fit~ which could be hours, or a couple of days, maybe a whole week as well! We have aaaall the time in the world after all, don't we?". He snickers, his booming steps neverending.

With the remaining energy, you manage to lay down against one of the fleshy walls, your arms bringing your knees close to your chest in an attempt to curl up.

He won again.

...

You let out a sigh in defeat.

He always wins.

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