#there's a bunch of other stuff i can't put into words rip

[telffiin]

i really don't like it when people make jon damian's only friend and ignore all his other friends. first of all: why jon. second of all: he's LAME.

what 13 year old would actually be besties with a 10 year old? give him back his old friends!!! and don't put him on the teen titans!! god you gotta do everything by yourself

i don't hate jon, i'm kinda just fed up with seeing him in fics all the time while everyone else is shafted. now what i do hate is jondami but that's another story

#super sons is mid #i'm talking about fans but this also applies to canon too #also why is damian so old now #bring back maya and suren and colin and maps #PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEA #ouurgh i wish i could word stuff more conscisely #there's a bunch of other stuff i can't put into words rip #dc #batman #damian wayne #anti jon kent #i guess??? #fandom #batfam fandom

[markster666]

Hey! I noticed you write smut for everyones favorite deer man. Episode 5 was getting to me with those tentacles! i was wondering if you could write something to do with that when you get the chance? 👀

Yes I do! Your wish is my command. <33

ALASTOR X READER (SMUT/18+) - TENTACLES

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: Smut, 18+, Double Penetration, Tentacles, Porn without much plot, Daddy Kink, Master Kink, Pet Kink, Sensory Deprivation, CNC, and other stuff lol

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Word Count: 863

A/N: Thank you so much to @thatdeadstoat for taking the time and effort to put in this prompt request. I'm so happy with all the Alastor lore and screen time lol. Unedited, so apologies for spelling mistakes. Requests are open.

You heard Alastor's microphone cane tapping the ground as he walked down the hallway to your room. You couldn't even see his face but you could FEEL the seething energy rising from him. He didn't even knock as he busted open your door, slamming it roughly behind him and leaning against it.

"I don't know WHY Charlie thought it was a brilliant idea to bring that low life to this hotel. I despise him with a furious passion."

You shrugged very slightly and sat up in your bed, pausing the tv show you were watching.

"It's her father, Alastor. They're blood. At least he's trying."

Alastors ears furrow back as he squints at you.

"I can't believe you're justifying him, my Dear! I taught you so much better than that."

You bit your lip.

"I was just trying to state my opinion-"

You cut yourself off as he purposely made a threatening walk towards you, his eyes filled with a cannibalistic nature.

"Your opinion doesn't matter in this bedroom, my Dear, I'm CERTAIN i've made that clear, no? Do you need a reminder?"

Before you could open your mouth to speak, his tentacles appeared out of thin air, one of them wrapping around your mouth like a gag and the others pinning you to the bed on your stomach, wrapped around your body like a bunch of rope to keep your arms locked to your side. Alastor got on top of you, straddling the small of your back and wrapping a hand around your throat, squeezing gently on the sides. He pulled your hair aggressively up and got close to your ear,

"Not like you had much of a choice anyways, little one. If you're a good pet, I might let you feel some of your own pleasure, but for now, let your Master let off some steam, hm?"

The tentacle around your mouth tightened as you desperately nodded, trying to murmur something to him but instead it comes out as groans.

"What was that, my Dear? I can't hear you."

He was obviously mocking you. His grin grew wider.

"Since you can't keep your opinionated mouth shut, that restraint is not going anywhere. If I hear you try to speak, I will not give you relief. Do I make myself clear?"

You nodded, feeling your core heat up and the wetness starting to spill down your legs.

"Good."

He gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before slamming your face into the pillow, ripping down your pants and feeling your pussy through your panties.

"Oh my! I haven't even DONE anything yet, Princess! Maybe you really DO need this!"

He moved your panties to the side and inserted a two fingers into your cunt, not giving you much time to adjust before pumping them out as fast as he could. You instinctively arched your back before moaning out in overstimulation as he pushed your face harder into the pillow, his hand entangled in your hair.

He kept going for a good bit before stopping, slapping your ass once before letting go of your hair. You were panting and whimpering and felt your juices dripping down your thighs onto the bed.

You felt humilated and he felt like a god.

Before you could catch your breath, you instantly felt Alastor press into your pussy all the way to the hilt, filling you up in just the perfect way. His ears furrowed back as he gripped your hips tighter.

"Goooood girl, you take me so well. Now, just be still and let Daddy breed you."

You were a moaning whimpering mess as he started fucking you into the mattress, his tentacles still wrapped around your body and your mouth. He had an animalistic rage inside of him making him grasp at every part of you, trying to fuck you as deep as he could.

And you loved every second of it.

He kept going for awhile before you felt something push against your asshole. You winced and then moaned in pure pleasure as one of his tentacles inserted itself into it, both holes now being used and filled up.

You bit against the tentacle keeping your mouth in place while you were being brutalized by the deer demon. You were moaning so loud you could probably guess everybody was hearing this.

It wasn't long until Alastor was close, his thrusts become more sloppy and his grip on your hips becoming tighter. You felt yourself getting close to.

"Cum for me."

You instantly came at the sound of his voice and he came too, pushing as deep as he could go. You two stayed in that position for awhile, catching your breathes before he took his tentacles out of you and from around you and himself out as well. You tried to stand up to use the restroom to empty his seed out but he stopped you,

"Ah ah, at least give it 10 minutes, Pet."

He gave you a small kiss on the forehead and dressed himself, sitting on the edge of your bed.

"Thanks Alastor... I guess I really did need that."

His grin grew as wide as it could.

"Good girl."

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A/N: Thank you so much for everybody who has read! Your support means the world to me. If you didn't know, I will be participating in Kinktober (except in February lol) with some pretty smutty prompts starting February 1st and going on all month, so if you like my writing and want some more Alastor x reader smuts, please consider following. Lots of love.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #18+ only #alastor x reader smut #18+ mdni

[genericpuff]

All That Glitters is Not Feminism - An Analysis of LO's Brand of "Feminism" and What Remains of its Fanbase (A Prologue)

So I referenced a certain article in a recent reblog/ask response and I just need to talk about it because what the actual fuck-

This has to have been written by either a bot or a hater who's reached peak god tier level at playing the long con sarcasm game because NOTHING about this feels sincere or even factual. Much of it almost has to be read in a mocking tone for it to make any real sense.

It says "Lore Olympus" (literally in quotations) in just about every single paragraph over and over again and every single talking point revolves EXCLUSIVELY around Persephone, which I suppose comes as no surprise considering that seems to be all the comic - and its fanbase - cares about at this point.

I really love (/s) how Persephone's "evolution" is being naive and then 'blossoming' into an independent woman who relies entirely on the rich man who groomed her to solve all her problems.

Also all she's done since becoming Queen of the Underworld is abuse lower class people. That's the stuff feminist dreams are made of <3

While we're talking about the main leads, "poster child" is definitely a word for Hades, I think a more appropriate term would be "literal child". And boy howdy, 'god of consent' sure is a title to give the guy who ripped out a lower class satyr's eyeball and beat him half to death.

This man owns slaves, btw. And both he and his "powerful wife" are equally horrible to lower class people, especially women.

This is hands-down the funniest section of the article and we're only three bullet points in.

Thetis and Persephone have never even so much as spoken one word to each other outside of the courtroom that Thetis technically put her in after plotting against her for an entire season.

Eros is a man. Nothing wrong with that but it comes with the unintentional icky hilarity of implying that because Eros is the gay best friend, that means he's a woman.

They literally don't read this fucking comic-

Everyone always relies on this weird talking point of Demeter not being able to "let Persephone go"... y'all, she just didn't want Persephone to outright move to Olympus, she wanted her to commute. That was it! That was literally the only problem! She wasn't preventing Persephone from pursuing a higher education or telling her she wasn't allowed to work, she literally fucking encouraged it! And with the added later context of Persephone killing a bunch of mortals - and, ironically, the fact that Persephone was assaulted/put in harm's way by TWO SEPARATE MEN in the first two days of her time in Olympus - yeah, I don't blame Demeter for not wanting her daughter to move cold turkey actually LOL

Also hilarious that they claim Rachel has turned "tradition" into "innovation" when the only thing she's managed to do is set back modern feminism in her young adult readers by 80 years and re-establish misogynist brainwashing in her adult ones. Rachel, your fanbase was literally shipping a victim of abuse with her abuser just a few days ago.

oh boy this is uh

this is some cult shit ngl

and the "rewriting the script of Greek mythology" part is VERY concerning knowing what we know about Lore Olympus and who it was written by. This is literally cultural appropriation, full stop, and it exists because Lore Olympus - and works like it, made by people like Rachel - exists.

I can't even commit to the original theory that this was written by a bot because it all feels very pointed and intenetional. This is being written by someone who, at the very least, REALLY sucks at media analysis and writing, because the entire article is just "Lore Olympus, buzzword, Lore Olympus, buzzword, buzzword, Lore Olympus", it's like a white knight incantation for guilty virtue signallers who have zero clue what they're talking about. And at worst, yes, it's appropriation from someone who doesn't mind taking a culture's stories and myths and promoting their erasure by people outside of the culture like Rachel.

And that's it, that's literally the article lmao

*EDIT: There was a section here before addressing the writer of the article from a very opinionated POV that, while isn't unusual for what I do here, did feel necessary to remove after I was contacted by the article writer who addressed the flaws in their original article and is now seeking to correct them with revisions/an article rewrite. So I felt it only fair as a compromise to at least remove that section as it really doesn't have a whole lot to do with this post as a whole and can be removed without entirely ruining the flow of this analysis. If/when that article is rewritten, I'll be revisiting this post and my overall analysis !

And honestly, it's all really telling, because this does accurately reflect the state of the LO fanbase.

Not only do many of the people who defend this comic like it's their job not pick up on the blatant misogynist tones that are going on in its narrative (I can't even call them "undertones" anymore, they're no longer that subtle) but whether or not they even read the comic at all is up for debate with how much stuff they tend to get wrong in their own arguments and justifications. And this is something that's VERY regularly seen in the fanbase discussions, readers will constantly be unaware of things that happened because they skimmed through it at lightning speed just to see if Hades and Persephone kiss and so they can get the top comment on Webtoons so they can be "ahead of the fanbase". It's no wonder that Rachel has gotten used to getting away with retconning things because her fanbase didn't even read what she established the first time.

Rachel's fanbase was literally defending the romance ship of an abuser and his victim on the newest FP episode preview. When that FP episode came out two nights ago and Hera said, point blank, that he didn't love her but abused her, I could only think of that portion of the fanbase who was very audibly simping over Kronos in the IG comment section. Are they actually having their moment of shameful clarity now? Or are they just gonna move the goalposts and pretend that didn't happen?

I don't want to say anything bad about Shelby here because she really seems like she's fighting for her life on this site that she's trying to get off the ground, but a lot of her other articles also come across as very one-note while being peppered with buzzwords that make it seem like what she's talking about is "progressive" when it really isn't. Case in point, Lessons in Chemistry has been commonly criticized for not actually appealing to the demographic that its Mary Sue-ish main character is supposed to represent - women in STEM career fields.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Lore Olympus is not 'feminism', it's white feminism that is designed to appeal to predominantly heterocis white women who think the solution to misogyny is to willingly submit to it and accept the status quo - that it's "empowering" if the woman is smiling and having all her needs paid for by a man. Sure, I can accept that different women will be looking for different relationship dynamics, some women genuinely are happy being in a relationship where they support their husbands first and foremost. But can that truly be called feminism? Or is the real feminism the choices we make along the way that we should be given the freedom to make?

It says a lot about the folks who tend to regularly prop up LO on a pedestal like this as some "revolution in feminism" despite the contrary after spending more than just 30 seconds skimming the attention-grabbing art, and Shelby is just one of many. She's not the worst of the bunch, though.

That goes to someone else who I want to give proper light to in their own essay. Someone who definitely earned a good stern talking-to this past week and has, thankfully, had consequences dished out to her for her horrible actions towards queer POC writers.

If you know, you know. If you don't, buckle up.

#lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lore olympus

[khufiya-khaufnak-antariksh]

So earlier today I introduced some of my WIPs to some new people, and I realised that many people might not be familiar with those two WIPs.

Kriya Petri: fantasy (with body horror & dystopian elements). Setting: A country called Fillor on a planet called Thuluke. In Fillor, to bind yourself to the one you love, you require a trinamate potion to seal the bond. 'Trinamate' is marriage (though that is a rather crude translation of the word). But to get a trinamate potion legally, the couple needs to be… acceptable. A man and a woman who plan to have at least one child. Yes, it's been 1000 years since the global apocalypse, but 'sufficient reproduction' is still a concern among the Filore people (plus it's a moral virtue for the Divine Monarchy, who reside on the cloudlands, with an iron grip on the institutes of Fillor). A potioneer wants to elope with their lover, but the pair is, let's just say, not acceptable. So what are they to do? The potioneer brews a trinamate potion on their own, finding the closely guarded methods & ingredients for the potion through who-knows-who, bunch of shady people. The potion explodes. The potioneer knows the punishment for something like this. They'll be condemned to Kaewoe (so will their lover, if anyone finds out), a realm so deep below the ground that it's close to the core of the planet. Kaewoe, where the mind & body are destroyed by the horribly high concentration of magic. Kaewoe, the names & lives & loves of all who enter it, all slowly turned to unknowledge. Good thing stealing identities is absurdly easy in Fillor! The potioneer wipes all memory of their crimes & love (or else the Thought magicians would know), flees to the city of Naebo. Their name is now Kriya Petri,

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Welcome To The Real World: scifi, fantasy, surrealism, horror, tragedy

This one's in very early stages Inspired by Frankenstein Setting: The Great South Asian Rip in Reality, where physics (time & space both) is just completely twisted. The year is sometime in the 2070s. Sometimes it's the 2040s outside the Rip. Depends when/where you step out. Moh-maya, reality's very fabric & everything that keeps up the illusions that comprise reality, are very malleable in here. Main character: Kabir aka Moksh. A closeted Indian trans man who lives a double life, perhaps even a triple life. One in which he's a cis woman & a regular bright STEM student (STEM studies also include study of moh-maya). Another in which he's just some guy with good friends (the most authentic of his lives), where he goes by the name Kabir & uses moh-maya to present as his true self. If only temporarily. (it's painful, mentally & physically, whenever he has to revert to the female form). The third is some mad scientist bullshit, he's going by the name of Moksh among his fellow mad scientists & his main project is a moh-maya Frankenstein's monster that others can share their consciousness with, such that they can experience shape-shifting more easily & go where they physically aren't, do things they physically can't. Let's simply call it the 'entity'. Due to many reasons, creating this entity is pretty illegal. Hence the new name & collaboration with fellow shady people. the plot, put shortly: he starts doing vigilante justice w/the entity & then goes far & gets more & more consumed w/work & things go verrrrrrryyyyyy wrong despite starting with (dubious but) good intentions.

in this second one i neglected to mention the fact that you, as the reader, get front row tickets to the main character's spiral into madness & justifying murders thru the entity + the entity is a whole person & has opinions + a whole lot of other stuff, I DID mention that this WIP is in very early stages but holy fuck i could go on & on about it (just not in a way that can be packaged in a structured & sensible introduction)

#i have re-written the introduction to kriya petri so many times because it's hard to know WHAT parts i should talk about first #and this introduction still isn't concise. currently i'm not really in the phase where nailing the introduction is super important but #it's still at least a LITTLE BIT important. but i never seem to get it right. i think this one IS an improvement over my other #introductions to this wip because it gets the MAIN FOCUSES across (and even without talking about the other major characters it at least #touches upon the issues kriya has which will be common with the other characters. so it works). #still not entirely satisfied BUT this is my 'baby' wip cuz i started it when i was 14 and it's grown so much in the past 4 years #and honestly i should probably just read a bunch of scifi (finish octavia butler's series lilith's brood maybe since i finished the last #book recently) because before i wrote this intro. THAT was what made some of the worldbuilding aspects 'click'. #i really need to make the amphibious nature of the thuluken humans play more of a part in their culture as well! #i just realised that so many aspects of this world have been DISCONNECTED! they need to be woven together! #it's midnight and i'm sleepy. why am i sleepy i could be working on this (or on my college assignments [it's okay i've got a lot of time #for them & am making progress on them at a steady rate])

[justatypicalwizard]

Not the right fit | S. Shinazugawa

✦ My piece for the autumn collab by @love-and-lore. Theme- sweater!

✦ Synopsis: Miju knits a sweater and it all goes wrong when Shinazugawa gets involved, like always!

✦ Genre: enemies to lovers, frenemies dynamic, all character are in the same friends croup, college au, self-ship

✦ Warnings: swearing

✦ Word count: 1,5k

Miju doesn't really enjoy fall. No matter how romantic, nostalgic or pretty people picture it, the only thing that she likes about fall is Halloween. Every time fall comes over the corner Miju throws herself into hobbies that will take her mind off the wet, foggy weather outside. Mostly it's crafting or preparing a halloween costume.

This fall was no different. Looking at the pile of creative materials bunched up in her closet Miju spotted a bunch of wool, white and green. It was soft and thick. What better thing to do as the air gets cold and crispy than to knit yourself a sweater. Miju went for an oversized white with green elements, otherwise it would look like a christmas tree.

Handmade stuff takes literal hours to make, believe me. For Miju it was a pain in the ass to find the right tutorial where the author would kindly not cover half the screen with their thumb. Then it was knitting itself and figuring how to make it work. Grunts and swears accompanied Miju every time she realised she made a mistake and had to start a big chunk entirely over.

Well, the time and nerves always pay off when you put the finished thing over your head, slip your arms into the piece and it fits perfectly... at least that's what it should look like. Instead Miju examined herself in the mirror comming to the horrendous conclusion that she looks like a freaking snowman, Santa Claus, like she's seven months pregnant with twins. It was too big, there was no way she could make it work anyhow without ripping the whole thing apart and starting from the begining. She was not doing that, it took her a whole month. Angry and dissapointed she threw the sweater on her chair and sat on the floor, deflated. That's what you get for not fitting it mid-process.

The next day Miju glanced at the tragic piece of work and decided not to give up on it just yet. She just has to find some fitting tutorials and how to shrink wool. Can't be that hard can it?

Nope, no, what are thole chemicals even? Did she use acrylic wool? Of course she did, shit. Miju kicked under her seat at the library, scrolling through page after page of internet tips on how to make that damn sweater work. She was frustrated and dissapointed. Just as she thought the afternoon couldn't get any worse she saw a certain someone approaching her tucked away desk. Seriously, can't you just leave people sitting in the corner alone?

A glimpse of white hair made her sigh and put on a fake smile.

"What do you want Shinazugawa?" She sighed out.

Sanemi and Miju didn't like each other, or should I say maybe hated one another? It was hard to grasp. She was more than done with his rude and simply annoying behaviour. She couldn't understand how shitty one person can be to everyone without a specific reason. Just how angry can one man be? On his end, nah, she didn't know why he despiced her just as much, maybe it bounced off of her right onto him.

They still saw each other a lot due to their shared friends group. They were kindla like frenemies, always poking at each other but never really starting any drama for the sake of the whole group. At least that's what Miju thought.

"You look like you're about to cry." Was he being sarcastic?

"I'm not. What do you want?" No sense letting him under her skin. It would be stupid to get angry over a single comment.

"The paper."

Okay, it clicked in her mind. Reaching down she fumbled through her bag, pushing the ugly sweater to the side. Finally she pulled out the file and handed it to Shinazugawa.

As much as she disliked the white haired she loved to work with him. Every university project that she had the opportunity to do with him came out great. He was intellingent, reliable and focused on his goals making him a perfect partner. Well, at least if you like to work with the devil himself.

"Something's poking out of your bag." Shinazugawa pointed down.

"It's... nothing. Anything else you need from me?" Keep it simple, keep him at a distance. That way he will neither annoy you nor feel like you don't commit to your shared work.

"What is it?" He gave the redhead woman a raised brow glance. "Just curious." He added, as if knowing he had to give her a good enough reason.

"Ah fuck it." Miju grabbed the sweater and pulled it out forcefuly. "It's an ugly sweater I've made and it's too damn big for me so I'm trying to shrink it. I've spent hours making it and I'm absolutely mad and dissapointed." She wiggled the lumping piece in front of her.

"Did you measure it mid-work?"

"No, no I didn't." Her eyes just pleaded 'leave me alone'.

"Dumbass." Shinazugawa snickered under his breath eying the sweater.

"Have you ever done anything like that? It's easy to fuck up you know. Don't laugh at me." Miju knew this was exactly what he wanted. He loved to strike at her ego and then argue with her. He must have been having a lot of fun right now.

"I'm not. It's just stupid that you don't look at what you're doing. It would take one glance to realise you're making it too big."

"Thank you for the marvelous advice, unfortunately it's already fucked up."

"Put it on and let me take a photo. My aunt's a seamstress, maybe she can make it work somehow if I send her the pic." Shinazugawa was already digging in his pocked for his phone.

"Are you serious? I'm just supposed to let you take a photo of my failure?"

"You want to wear it or throw it out?"

"Geez, okay." Maybe it won't be as bad. If that aunt really could help somehow, Miju's work wouldn't go to waste. She was grasping at straws right now.

The redhead wiggled into the sweater and stood in a T-pose while Shinazugawa took two quick photos, one of the front and one of her back.

"Since when do you have a seamstress aunt?" Miju asked while turning around and taking the sweater off.

"I don't have. Just wanted a photo of your failure."

How can anyone saw something so cruel with such a straight face?

He played a joke on her, she fell right into his trap and he was giving that sarcastic smile just now, looking at the photos.

"You know what? Have the failure all to yourself." Spating out Miju threw the whole damn sweater at Shinazugawa, grabbed her bag and pushed past him feeling too humiliated to talk to him any more. She also didn't want to admit to him that it was a well performed joke and if the tables were to turn around she would do the exact same thing.

The next day Mitsuri skipped to Miju while she was settling down for a lecture.

"You've never knitted anything for me!" The pink haired seemed upset out of nowhere.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean the sweater!"

"What sweater?"

"The one that you made for Sanemi!"

"I didn't do any sweater for Shinazu..."

That fucking prick!

"What did he tell you?" Miju went from zero to hundred in a matter of seconds, interrogating Mitsuri as if her life depended on that.

"He told us that you made him a sweater."

There was nothing more Mitsuri had to tell as Shinazugawa entered the lecture room, in her sweater. It actually fit him perfectly, just as it was supposed to fit Miju in her imagination. If not the circumstances she would say that he looked nice in it.

"That ass!" Miju whispered poking the air in his direction.

"So you didn't make him that sweater?" Mitsuri was honestly lost at this point.

Of course she didn't and she'll tell... he had the photos. He had those awful photos. Okay Shinazugawa, you win this time.

"Yes, I've made him a sweater." Miju felt bad for lying to Mitsuri.

"Why did you make him a sweater?"

"Because I felt like it." Miju was out of ideas, stuck in a corner.

"You felt like it? Oh oh! Does this mean you and Sanemi..."

"No no no! Oh god please stop with the sweater already."

"Okay." The pink haired shrugged. "I still know what I know."

The patient was dead. This was a lost case. Mitsuri now got ideas, Miju lost the sweater and Shinazgawa had a mental win over her that will sting her ass for the next month.

Throughout the lecture Miju kept looking at Shianzugawa and the sweater. He seemed to knead the hem of it's sleeve in his hand all the time. Even though heavens seemed to doom Miju today she couldn't shrug off the warm feeling. Out of all people, Sanemi himself, was wearing a sweater she made. Maybe she could think about a small revenge plan for later.

#shinazugawasanemi #demon slayer shinazugawa #demon slayer shinobu #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer sanemi #kimetsu no yaiba sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa #college #college student #self ship #love & lore: sweater collab #love & lore: justatypicaltrash #selfship: miju x sanemi

[grandlovescheme]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @luthien-under-bough, thank you! I love talking about fics and the process of how I write them, so this was fun to put together :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

28

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

459,900

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Now exclusively House of the Dragon, specifically Daemyra

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

High Hopes

Let's Ignite Under the Ember Skies

You're Ripped at Every Edge (But You're a Masterpiece)

If I Could, I'd Get You the Moon

The Dominoes Cascaded in a Line

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, I try to always respond, even if the comment is to an older fic. Sometimes I'm overwhelmed or don't even know what to say when someone's being way too kind to me lol, but I always want to let people know I see them and appreciate them so much.

The only time I don't... is when I see someone's binging my whole fic, so then I only respond to the last comment, once they're all caught up.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This is easy, as I only have one fic without a happy ending - All and Then Most of You, Some and Now None of You. I love daemyra too much to not give them HEA as much as possible

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This is hard to pick... Because all of my fics, apart from that one, end teeth rootingly sweet 😂 Perhaps Dominoes. Or perhaps fighter!au, which you guys haven't read yet but it's very fucking happy!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Sometimes. Though it is much much better now that I disabled anon asks.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! What kind I write... Hmm, tbf I think I write pretty vanilla stuff, even if I do try to explore some kinks here and there when it fits the story and the characters. I guess my kind is focusing on the feelings most of the time, and the emotional connection.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don't, or at least I haven't yet. We'll see if muse ever strikes this way!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, so hopefully not

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

A few times in a different fandom

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, not yet, but I'm definitely open to the idea. I definitely wrote a bunch of stuff based on my fandom friends' crazy ideas and prompts with their help, so that's halfway there, I guess

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

No couple had ever taken over my life and thoughts the way Daemyra did, so, the answer is clear!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Soulmates AU? I was once so excited for it, wrote a bunch of notes and even the first two chapters, but now I'm kinda... not feeling it :(

16. What are your writing strengths?

I spent the longest on this question. I think it's the emotions I try to convey in my fics, good or bad.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Now this is much easier. Plot! Intrigue! If you guys haven't noticed yet lol, I write fics heavily focused on romance only, and the development of Daemyra's relationship, because I just can't pull off anything more than that.

I'll probably never write a fic where people will wonder what'll happen next, what that and this means, what this person's motivations are... Because I'm unfortunately not wired that way. But I learned to accept that, and I have fun writing my silly romances with no real plot <3

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've done it myself a few times and I like to see it in other fics, too. Especially in HV it's delicious to see in the canon-verse. Though I always struggle with how to write the translation - right next to it, in cursive, in brackets, in the final notes?? That's always a head scratcher

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Eh, probably Twilight? I don't remember writing anything before that, so must be it

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Probably still High Hopes, even after all this time 🤍

This was fun! I'm tagging some of my writer friends if they wanna join and haven't yet, @ar-feyniel, @eschercaine, @calenlily, @fiora-miriel and anyone else who wants to! :)

#my fic stuff #question game #my writing i guess

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Dragon Heart

There are a few things that come with becoming a dark side, one of which takes Roman a little by surprise.

Fortunately, he has a fantastic boyfriend and a... maybe not quite as helpful brother to get him through it.

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| Ao3 |

Warnings: Mild body horror, self doubt/self deprication, Remus being Remus, hurt/comfort.

Pairings: Romantic Roceit, familial Creativitwins

Word Count: 3993

Notes: This is a oneshot for my Darkside!Roman au, which you can find here with the tag #Darkside!Roman, if you so wish :)

Otherwise, happy reading!

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"Help me!" Roman yelled as he rose up into the dark sides' mindscape, his burned pillow clutched tight in his hand.

"Woah Prissy! What happened to you! Finally embracing the arsonist lifestyle?" Remus called from across the room, accompanied with a giggle. Janus glanced up, noticing the pillow and making his way over. 

"What happened, Roman?" 

"I don't- I dont know I just- I was lying on my bed and then I sneezed and my pillow was on fire" Roman ranted, waving the pillow around as he spoke, "So I put it out obviously but I don't know what happened!" 

"Alright alright, calm down darling, absolutely everything is wrong," Janus soothed, taking the pillow from Roman's hands, "I don’t think I know what's happening,"

"What? What is it?" Roman asked, huffing only for a puff of smoke to come from his nose and startle him, Janus chuckled.

"Oh my goodness, you're adorable," Janus couldn't help but coo. Roman saw red.

"Don't call me ad-" Roman's voice cut off immediately and he let go of Janus' shirt, which he'd grabbed without even realising and stepped back, "I- I don't - I'm sorry I- I don't know what that was…" 

"It's not alright, sweetheart," Janus said with a small smile as he smoothed down his ruffled clothes, "Believe it or not, Remus and I both went through something similar, once,"

"Wha-" 

"It's growing pains! Ro-bro! You're really becoming one of us!* Remus cried, leaping over and punching Roman in the arm, for some reason Roman found himself having to control the instinct to attack his brother in a show of strength.

"What Remus means," Janus said, "Is that you're getting your creature trait," 

"My…' Roman paused for a moment, "What?" 

"Your beastie!" Remus giggled, sharp teeth on show, waving a summoned tentacle in the air, "I'm a kraken, if you didn't know," 

"Yeah, right, but-" 

"And, as I've so well hidden, I express snake like traits, though they are actually rather subtle compared to other dark sides," Janus said, "My 'beastie' as Remus put it, is a Naga," 

"But how does that relate to me?" Roman cried, clenching his fists, he was glad Janus had taken the pillow or he probably would have ripped it. "And why do I keep - doing stuff I don't want to do! These stupid - mood swings!" 

"You're getting your beastie, Ro-bro," Remus said with a grin.

"O-oh…" 

"The mood swings and weird instincts don't come from that transformation," Janus said, "But rest assured they'll remain this bad forever."

"Jan used to bite shit," Remus giggled, "like- if you put something in front of his face he'd just- *nom*! It was super funny, but I made him a bunch of those little chewy stim toys so he'd stop biting everything else," 

"Oh like you're much better," Janus rolled his eyes, "You spent two weeks at the bottom of a lake!!" 

"The webs were the worst though… y'know I usually like creepy crawly spiders cuz they pull webs outta their butts and scare people shitless but when I can't get into the imagination because of the mass of spiderwebs…." Remus shivered, "Never breaking a spider web again."

"Are you… talking about Virgil?" Roman asked with only the slightest caution, Remus nodded, "He… never did anything like that with the light sides," 

"The animal traits almost… fade away… when a dark side becomes a light side," Janus explained sadly, "So Virgil's more spider-esque traits faded away over time,"

"He still hissed though- and liked to climb high things," Roman said, before thinking, "Sounds more like a cat to me actually," 

Janus laughed, "You should have seen him when he was here… he had spider limbs and everything, made webs like you've never seen, and he'd attack anyone who touched them," 

*Now I see why Remus is scared," Roman snorts, before coughing up smoke, "God fucking damn this- eugh!"

"It's alright, Roman, you won't learn to control it, especially not after we work out what your creature is," Janus said, patting Roman's back until he recovered. 

"We won't be able to tell until the physical bits come in," Remus said, leaning on his shoulder, "Boy how Jan was surprised when he grew a second -"

"Oh Remus sweetheart isn't there a mess you should be making or- I don't know some poor light side for you to torment?" Janus interrupted, waving Remus away. Remus' eyes sparkled at the suggestion and he sank out. Roman couldn't help but laugh.

*So… I just have to deal with this?” Roman said, looking a little scared.

“Fortunately, yes… but rest assured you will be completely alone,” Janus patted Roman on the shoulder, we will not help you with anything you need,”

“Thanks, Jan,” 

—-

Roman was scared, of course he was scared, though admitting that he was scared was the scariest part.

He’d woken up that morning only a few days after their conversation to a throbbing pain in his head, which wasn’t a headache per say because it wasn’t in his head, more like on top of it, like someone had smacked him in the skull multiple times and left throbbing bruises all along his hairline. It hurt to all hell and left Roman wanting to do nothing more than curl up into his pillow and die a a quick and painless death.

Of course that wasn’t what he actually got, all he got was Janus coming into his room when he hadn’t appeared by midday and- once his boyfriend had realised something was hurting him- had immediately rushed to find some pain meds to give him for it. They hadn’t helped, not really, but Roman appreciated the sentiment. He’d especially appreciated it after Janus had offered to kiss him better and then spent the next ten minutes smothering him in affection.

The happiness hadn’t lasted long though.

Vaguely Roman was reminded of one time- his memories were a little hazy on the details- when some of Thomas’ extended family had hosted a reunion. His own family had made the unfortunate decision to stay over the night since the house where the party was held was much to far to drive after such a party. Roman remembered that Thomas had been kept up all night by one of his aunt’s screaming baby, the kid had been teething.

This particular memory was bought to the forefront of his mind at this very moment because Roman couldn’t help but sympathise with the child. Because here he was, curled up in the corner of his bathroom. He sobbed into a pillow in the hopes that it would muffle the noise as something grew right out of his head.

Janus had warned him about this, the physical traits of his… beastie… coming through. He’d been warned about how painful it could potentially be- Virgil had been bedridden for two days as his spider legs pushed their way out of his back, it had been horrendous, apparently. For some stupid reason- because Roman’s reasons always seemed to be stupid, that’s all he was, stupid reasons and stupid ideas- he hadn’t listened to Janus. He’d thought he could deal with it. Obviously he was wrong, he couldn’t deal with this whatever the hell was growing from his skull was just proving that to him.

It felt like he was growning new bones from his skull, for all he knew he was. There was absolutely no way he was getting up to check, he could barely move from the pain as it was. 

By the time the pain had died down even just a little Roman had cried himself out of tears for the time being, now he was just stuck with hiccups and sharp breaths that he was certain weren’t good for him but he couldn’t seem to get them under control. Every time he managed it there would be another throb and the whole process would start all over again. Not only that but the clock on his wall showed that it was 6:57am. He’d been here on the floor in his bathroom for over five hours. Fortunately the throbbing pain in his head made it easy to ignore the aches and pains in his limbs from sitting in the same position for way, way too long.

Tentatively Roman attempted to move, only to experience a shooting sensation of pins and needles- like his leg was being stabbed by a milion tiny little pins that had come just to make his already shit day- and mind you it was barely seven in the morning- a whole load worse. Especially, that is, when the surprise at the sensation caused him to jerk back and hit his- well he could only assume whatever had grown out of his head in the last five hours- against the bathtub and he had to clamp his hands over his mouth to keep from screaming.

It’s ok Roman, you’ve got this, just stand up and look in the mirror, it’s right there, not so hard.

Roman whimpered as he attempted to urge himself forwards with his thoughts, reaching up to grab hold of the rim of the sink and use it as leverage to help him up. This was so pathetic, he thought, needing all of this just because of a little pain. 

When he saw his reflection in the mirror he really did shriek. 

He had horns. Massive red horns that sprouted from just behind his hairline. Two shorter in the middle that pointed straight up, the colour fading from red to orange to yellow like fire.

And next to those smaller ones were larger horns, with the same gradient though these pulled back and down and around his ears so they curled around to point forward in line with his cheekbones. They would have looked majestic on anyone else. Any other dragon.

Because that’s what this was, these horns, it was unmistakable. Even if somehow he could try to convince himself that he was just a ram or- or some other animal with horns- he knew somehow in his heart that he was a dragon. 

And he hated it, he already hated it so much because dragons were evil beasts, evil, greedy, mean, horrible foes. Dragons were the ones that kept the princesses locked away, not the ones who saved them from their towers like the dashing prince he was supposed to be.

No, he wasn’t a dashing prince anymore, Roman thought, glaring at his teary reflection in the mirror. His eyes were rimmed red, cheeks stained with tears, the horns were there, plain and vivid on his head like a raging fire. Roman was the dragon now, the villain of the story, the one that killed the dashing knights who came for the princess, he was the one who hoarded treasures in a cave and threatened anyone who came near with fire and destruction. This just proved it, if his spirit was a dragon, then he was the villain. The one in the wrong. Everything he thought was true.

Roman watched in the mirror as his eyes filled up with tears once again, though this time they weren’t allowed to spill because there was a sharp knock on his bathroom door. Roman froze, staring wide eyed at the door behind him using the mirror. He didn’t make a sound, he couldn’t maybe whoever was there would just go away.

“Roman?” A carefully controlled voice called in. It was Janus, and his tone was soft and gentle and that alone made a tear slip down Roman’s cheek, “Roman are you alright in there? I heard- I heard you scream…”

Oh god, Janus had heard him. Roman whimpered, he couldn’t help it and he knew he was about to start sobbing again.

“Ja-” Roman tried, “Janus-”

“Roman!” Janus called, his voice sounding so relieved it sent a stab through his heart, “Can I come in?”

“Yes- you- yes you c-can-” Roman stammered out, he tried to hard to get his voice to smoothen out but it seemed to be in vain, the door clicked open and Roman couldn’t bring himself to turn, he could only watch in the mirror as Janus- still disheveled and in his pajamas from sleep- stepped into the room before stopping, eyes widening when he saw the state Roman was in.

“Oh sweetheart,” Janus breathed, and he sounded so worried, it almost made Roman flinch- it reminded him so much of Patton- hah, if only Patton would see him now, what would he say? Probably that Roman’s horns made him dishonerable, they were unprincelike.

“I…” Roman started, before trailing off, he really didn’t know what he was supposed to say. He could only turn slightly to see Janus who smiled sadly when they met eyes.

“You’re so… beautiful,” Janus breathed, stepping closer, before pausing and looking over Roman properly. Roman was certain Janus could see the evidence of the crying and- hell the guy had heard him scream, of course he was worried. And, well, Roman knew he didn’t really mean the compliment. 

“...My goodness Roman have you been up all night?” Janus said sadly, stepping forward and cupping Roman’s cheeks, Roman startled when he felt cool scales and skin instead of the familiar fabric instead of gloves, “It must’ve hurt so much… how are you feeling?”

“I- I-” Roman stuttered, glancing around but finding that the only thing he could focus on was Janus’ eyes, he suddenly felt such a strong possessive urge he almost physically moved, the strange urge to keep . Roman felt it so strongly that the only way he could find to deal with it was bursting into tears.

“Oh- oh, oh,” Janus mumbled nothing words, before taking his hands from Roman’s cheeks. He barely had the chance to whine before Janus opened his arms in and offering of a hug, “C’mere, yes that’s it, it’s alright,”

Roman practically collapsed into his arms and Janus pulled him tight. It was a little bit awkward, Roman couldn’t exactly bury his face in Janus’ shoulder like he wanted to because of the sharp points he now had to be careful of, so instead he hooked his chin over Janus’ shoulder. And Janus wrapped him up so tightly, four of his arms around Romans back- holding him close, another in his hair- stroking through the strands in a way that was incredibly gentle, almost too gentle, and his final hand found Roman’s and laced their fingers together. 

He rocked them gently where they stood, one of his hands rubbing reassuring circles onto his shoulders as Roman once again cried himself out of tears. He began to hiccup all over again and Janus didn't stop rocking them both. 

"Everything will be alright, sweetheart," Janus muttered, "Come, let's go somewhere more comfortable, alright?" 

Roman could only nod and let Janus lead him slowly back into his bedroom until they were both sitting down on his bed, he waited as the other side pulled one of his thickest blankets around his shoulders and took his hands.

“Alright,” Janus said quietly, rubbing circles onto the backs of Roman’s hands as he looked into his eyes, “You can nod or shake your head, or speak if you’d like to, but I’m going to ask you a few questions, alright?”

Roman nodded slowly, he didn’t trust himself not to start crying the moment he attempted to utter a word. 

“Do they still hurt?” Janus asked, Roman considered for a moment, before shaking his head as he realised almost all the pain he had felt had faded out. There wasn’t even any of that pinpricking pain left. Just the pain in his heart left, but he was pretty sure that wasn’t what Janus was asking about.

“Thats good, sweetheart,” Janus said, leaning forward to kiss his cheek, “And do you feel alright? Both mentally and physically,”

Roman wasn’t sure if he should tell Janus about everything he was thinking. On one hand, Janus had proved he would help before, when Roman first crossed over but also… he had almost been disappointed when Roman spoke badly about himself, and even though Roman now had proof that he was evil in the dragon horns on his head, he doubted Janus would be happy to hear that, so he shook his head.

Somehow, Janus seemed to know he wasn’t being truthful.

“Are you sure?” Roman nodded, but he was as certain as the sun rising in the east that Janus hadn’t believed him. He moved on anyway though, and Roman couldn’t help but be grateful for that. 

“Do you know what your- beastie- is?” Janus asked next, “I uh- me and Remus, when we first got ours, once the physical traits started coming on we could just sortof…. Get a sense of it? Do you feel that?”

This head shake was so frantic that Roman found it slightly difficult to stop, Janus raised an eyebrow. 

“...Why are you lying to me, Roman?” Janus asked softly, squeezing his hands, “You- you know I won’t judge you, for whatever it is, don’t you?”

Roman looked away, trying to blink away more tears, because somehow despite all he had cried by now he still had more in him.

“I’m… sorry,” Roman mumbled, “I just… you’ll be- you’ll be disappointed you were wrong…”

Now Janus looked slightly alarmed, raising his eyebrows in confusion, “What… do you mean, darling?”

“I just…” He paused, trying to find the right words, “Everything- everything you’ve tried to tell me about- about me being good- it’s- it’s not true…”

“Roman, I don’t understand,” Janus told him, “How is it not true? I thought we’d gotten past this…”

“We- we had but- this- this is-” Roman paused, pulling one of his hands out of Janus’ hold to wipe at his eyes before gesturing to his new horns, “Dragons are evil- and- and mean and horrible beasts and I- this just proves I- I’m- like- that too-”

“Oh, Roman…” Janus mumbled, a frown on his face, “Now I’ve never heard something so plainly false, and I’m the liar in this relationship,”

“Wh-what?”

“Roman, love, your beastie doesn’t fully represent you anyway, and even if it did, dragons aren’t all evil,” Janus told him, “Hell, do you think I represent fertility? Fuck no,”

Roman laughed, a meek, pathetic laugh, but it seemed to placate Janus just a little bit.

“But… Dragons are the enemies! The ones that have to be defeated to rescue the princess- or- or- the- the-”

“You know what, Roman,” Janus interrupted, tapping his hands to bring his attention back, “Will you wait here for a moment, there is something that I need to do,”

“Of- of course,” Roman nodded quickly, Janus pressed a quick kiss to his forehead before standing up and sinking out of the room after sending him a small smile.

—-

Janus was gone for just long enough that Roman was beginning to get worried that he wasn’t coming back. Maybe he had realised while he was gone that Roman really was evil, and he wasn’t worth the effort, so he was just going to leave him to deal with this on his own. And not to mention that now he felt that same tingly almost-pain he had felt in his head yesterday in his teeth now, he guessed that would be the next part of him to change. He was about to just accept that Janus wouldn’t be coming back when his door was kicked open.

“Hey Ro!” Remus yelled, running in and grabbing Roman’s wrists in a way that wasn’t gentle, but Roman could tell it was friendly, “Janny said you were feeling down ‘cuz of your beastie, so we’re having a movie day,”

“I- wait- but-” Roman tried to protest as Remus pulled him to stand up and began to drag him out of his room, Roman attempted to dig in his heels, “Do I get a say?”

“Nope!” Remus said, popping the ‘p’ as he grinned back at him over his shoulder, “You’re not allowed to be sad,”

“But- I’m-” Roman tried to protest, “Do you not even see what I am?”

“A big strong badass beastie for my big strong badass brother?” Remus said, blinking at him as if that was the most obvious thing ever, “I don’t see the problem!”

“But-”

“Oh shut it!” Remus said, turning around and slapping his cheeks, making Roman make an involuntary ‘pop’ sound with his mouth as his face was squashed, “You’re watching movies with us and you don’t get a choice, now sit down,”

“I- um- ok?” Roman said, gingerly sitting down in the middle of the sofa. Janus- with a soft, knowing smile on his face- sat down next to him and Remus through himself on top of them both and grabbed the remote, pressing play before any of them said anything. 

Roman knew even as the first few notes of the score played with the emerging dreamworks logo what they were watching and when he turned to Janus, he just smirked.

“What?” Janus said innocently.

“Why- why are we watching this?” Roman said slowly, as the film moved on to Hiccup describing Berk, showing scenes of dragons attacking the town.

“Because,” Janus smiled, “I believe you need to learn the same lesson as a certain Viking chief,”

“O-oh-” Roman choked, turning back to the screen. He didn’t want to admit that he was about to cry again as he watched Hiccup shoot down the nightfury, he knew this film, he’d watched it at least twenty times. Of course he had, it was an amazing piece of cinema and had the most spectacular music, but this…

“And afterwards we’ll be watching Raya and the Last Dragon,” Janus commented idly, “And then Eragon, and after that, if you still need convincing, we’ll be watching Mulan”

“Mushu is hardly a dragon,” Roman cried with a choked laugh, understanding the theme of their movie night, he also understood that he didn’t have a choice.

“He’s still a dragon!” Remus yelled, “And if you’re still being sulky after that we’re watching Shrek!”

“I- alright I- just so you know I um-” Roman said, before trailing off to watch as Hiccup cut Toothless free.

“What do we need to know, darling?” Janus said quietly, nudging his arm to catch his attention again. 

“The um- the tingly pain-” Roman said, “Like- like what I felt before these horns- um- appeared, it’s… back,”

“Where too! Ooh what’s next?” Remus asked with a gasp, leaning uncomfortably close to him, Roman attempted to laugh and gently pushed him away.

“My teeth,” Roman answered quietly. Remus gasped even more dramatically.

“All of them?” Janus asked.

“No I… don’t think so,” Roman said slowly, “Just some…”

“You’re getting fangs!” Remus yelled, way more excited about that than Roman could even think about being, “That makes all of us! We all get fangs,”

Janus smiled, before taking Roman’s hand, “It’ll be alright, but Roman?”

“Yes?” Roman asked, looking over at Janus, suddenly he was worried that he’d done something wrong.

“Next time you’re in pain, please tell one of us… don’t just hide in your bathroom all night, alright?” Janus said with half a smile, Roman went red and looked back at the screen.

“I’ll… I’ll try,”

“Good, now watch the film!” Remus said, shoving him, Roman shoved back and it very quickly turned into a shoving match on the couch before Janus looped his arms under Roman’s to wrap around his chest and effectively stop the playful fight in it’s tracks. 

“Now boys, no fighting on the couch, remember?” Janus scolded. Roman looked sheepish while Remus just grinned. 

“Aweee Janny! You love us really,”

“I hate you both very much, I just aboslutely love having a destroyed couch that I need to work out how to replace again after Roman set it on fire yesterday,”

“Hey! You know I couldn’t control that!”

“Of course, darling, but that doesn’t make replacing it any easier,”

“...That’s fair I suppose,”

#sanders sides #roman sanders #ts roman #roman sanders angst #darkside!roman #ts janus #janus sanders #remus sanders #roceit #creativitwins #sanders sides fanfiction #fanfic #famfiction #mild body horror #body horror tw

[lizzibennet]

Bestie, drop your favourite Bridgerton fanfics. The people deserve to know!!!

alright *cracks knuckles* let's do this

for reasons wretched and divine by penny_loaf - time loop au compliant with show canon. this is my favorite bridgerton fic, i reread it all the time. ao3 says i've visited this 22 times and that seems right lol i just love some time fuckery and this author nails their characterization. i rec their other fics too but this is my fav <3

nothing breaks our wave, my love by superoverdramatic - s2 through anthony's eyes/character study. ripped my heart right out of my chest and stomped on it. ppl who write anthony well my beloved. another one i've reread a bunch

sidelines by ramarro - "Kate sees Anthony's bumble profile and finds it very pretentious. It does not stop her from obsessively drawing his arms though. Until he starts dating her sister." literally fic of all time i LOVEEEE this one SO much edwina gets a lot of respect (which is rare with bridgerton fic authors </3) and the way her and kate's relationship is written is just chef's kiss. peak kate and anthony being idiots about how stupidly attracted to each other they are. GOD i love this one

three cities by ramarro - ramarro my beloved. kate and anthony have a holiday fling and also meet across a few countries. imagine me reading this and smiling like a fucking idiot cause that's what this one does to me

i'd be your little spoon by magicalmenagerie - [inhales] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. the one in which bagwell is a woman with Knowledge and edwina wants her to Teach. literally edwina fic of all time. i also rec this author's other fics!!

the universe laughs at anthony bridgerton by teabrigadier - modern soulmate au where the first words your soulmate will say to you appear on your arm and both kate and anthony are convinced they have assholes for soulmates. my feel good fic <3 there is also a follow up which is kate's pov which is also great

june, after dark by stutteringpeach - edwina drags kate to daphne's wedding at her country estate with her family. hijinks ensue. literally not a single flaw in this one. it is everything i want in a modern au i was vibrating when it wasn't completed because i wanted to read it SO bad lmao another one i've reread a bunch

engagement series by burnerraccount - show canon compliant for after s2 ends. before they get married kate and anthony have an Agreement. perfect characterization and the smutty parts don't make give me secondhand embarrassment like most fics do <3

love, spoke this silence by ninzied - i'm recommending this one bc it's the most recent but really i am telling you to read all the bridgerton fics by this author <3 by far my favorite bridgerton fic writer. i can't say enough good things u have to trust me you must read all of them

it had to be you by zegabz - when harry met sally au. need i say more

the little things you do by zegabz - flower shop au - kate finds a bouquet she put together abandoned. talented showstopping amazing etc

1, 2 step by zarahjoyce - expanded versions of show canon + some canon compliant stuff + some aus. yes i'm recommending them all i don't think zarahjoyce has one even average bridgerton fic they are all great

the story of us by irishseeker - THE kathony uni au because i said so. i consider this one a bit of a fandom classic lmao you've probably already been recommended it but here it is again <3 i love it so much i couldn't not rec it

come away with me by floralumbrella - mostly show canon compliant smut lol. but good smut!

operation: barista by starkswinterfelling - how does one fic series so flawless exist. idk but i'm glad it does. THE coffee shop au because i once again say so.

i could be your heron blue sky (wrap me in celadon and gold) by krewlak - keeping myself from shouting MILF FIC MILF FIC MILF FIC rn. kate marries an earl for security, but after he dies she and her family relocate from india to find edwina a match. i don't always read incomplete fics bc it ruins my life but i have to rec this one bc it's just so thoughtfully written!!!! love love it

hidden by ironsidee - once again, kind of a fandom cornerstone, but i had to rec it still bc it's SO good. kate and anthony are childhood sweethearts that grow apart but are still caught in an arranged marriage. a fuckin banger of a fic kind of the only one that is book canon that i really like

a supercut of us by joekavaliers - AAAAAAAAAA this one is so up my alley it's ridiculous. basically a buzzfeed unsolved au lmao where kate is ryan and anthony is shane. well except for the fact they kiss a little. also one of my go to rereads <3

do you regret asking yet <3 i will stop

#i know i know i have issues and problems and ailments etc #yekalsy #what is my ask tag again #long post #bridgerton #i like this show a normal amount

[madaboutmunson]

Number Of The Beast (Part 13 of 17 of Fire)

You manage to get the boat moored correctly, grab your things and head back to the van.

"Fuck!" You hear Eddie exclaim as he gets to the side door, "Urgh, idiot!"

"What's wrong?" You say concerned.

"I left the van open." He whines and starts searching through everything. You assist where you can, he'll call out something random, and you try to find it until you exhaust his mental list.

"Weird…they didn't take anything" he stays still rustling around, "ah wait, he picks up your last Tupperware box and holds it up. It's empty and busted open, "Maybe just some impatient stoners after my stash?"

"Well, I know it's like a violation of your stuff, but at least it's all still here," you say, stepping to the back of the van.

Squelch. Is the last thing you hear before you are rocketed onto your back, staring at the van ceiling, "Ewww gross, what the fuck?" Your skin crawls, only imagining what you just fell into. You get up and open the back doors jumping outside, trying to wipe most of whatever it was from your clothes.

"Eddie, can you help me, please. I'm covered in something." You say, flicking the goo from your arms and hands onto the floor. Disgusted didn't really cover the sensation you were feeling. Repugnant, maybe, but no words seem to cover the feeling of wanting to peel your whole outer layers touching this stuff away and sitting in the shower for a week.

Eddie goes to follow you out the way you came. You throw your hands up, sending some goo into the sky that lands on your head, "No, Eddie, STOP! Go the other way" your command does the trick and saves him from a fate similar to yours.

"Fucking gross", you mumble to yourself, still trying to wipe your arms and legs down.

"Oh! Oh no!" Eddie puts a hand to his face, "What the fuck?" He trots over to help you but is highly amused at the same time, "Oh honey, I think maybe this prank was meant for me."

"Eddie, what the fuck even is this stuff. Honestly, I'm thinking the worst and feeling really, REALLY, grossed out right now."

"I think we can rule the worst things out." He says, wiping some from your back, "probably just a ton of lube or something."

"Lube??!! Oh, come on, seriously. Why would someone do that?"

"Because it's kind of funny", Eddie says, struggling not to laugh.

"All right, sure, laugh it up, why don't ya," you say, putting your hands on your hips, and immediately pulling them away, causing the grossest noise you ever heard. Then, you close your eyes and pray for the ground to swallow you up.

"Hey, listen, listen. I can't help you with the whole situation, but I do have a bunch of hellfire t-shirts in the back, all different sizes. Maybe we could make something out of that?" He says, stifling his laughter in an attempt to comfort you.

"Can you just bring them out here, so I don't take all this back in the van with me?" you say, starting to shed your layers, "maybe something to put my gross clothes in, please?"

He nods, hurries back to the van, and brings out some boxes and a bucket.

"I'll pay you back for the tees, Eddie. Sorry about this."

You tie up your hair, dump all your clothes as quickly as possible, save for underwear into the bucket, and quickly dive into the t-shirts.

You find one to fit your top half and grab a second that you rip the collar of and climb into like a skirt, tying the sleeves like a belt. It looks bizarre, but at least you are at least 90% less goo now.

You glance at Eddie, who is looking you over, nodding his head. "You know what? Yeah, great job, looks great," he says, picking up the bucket and boxes and transporting them back to the van.

You breathe a sigh of relief and just start laughing to yourself quietly. It was much easier to see the funny side of things once you felt less like swamp thing.

You hear a rustling in the long grass to the side of you, "Haven't I suffered enough for one night, Eddie? Stop messing around, dingus!"

"Wow!! Sorry for helping you in your sticky situation. I'll be right out!!" You hear him yell from inside the van.

Your eyes dart around in the dark. It's entirely still now, whatever it was, "Say, Eddie? You think maybe you wanna start the van up?" You say back to him nervously.

"Of course, dear, just let me add it to the list of things I AM DOING RIGHT NOW", he yells in annoyance but then immediately pops his head around the door.

"Eddie, angel cakes, please start up the van." You say with a tremor in your voice, staring into the dark and backing up to the van.

"Oh shit! Shit! SHIT! SHIT!" you hear the back doors slam, and you get hoisted into the van. Just as something pounces out of the night at you, only for it to be met with the side door that slides in between you.

Eddie vaults into the front seat and starts up the van. You scramble for the black lunch pail, clutching it tightly and jump into the passenger seat.

A thud to your window as what looks like a many-toothed starfish tries to latch onto it. You both scream at it, and Eddie puts his foot down.

"Did you see that? That's like what you said. Its face was opened. Oh, fuck." You say, gasping for breath.

"JESUS H CHRIST, I FUCKING KNEW IT!!" he yells, hitting the steering wheel.

"Except that one…" You say with your voice trembling, "Was not rat-sized."

Eddie gulps, "What do you mean?" He says worriedly.

"I mean, it pounced out of the grass, at me, like rottweiler sized. Fuck, it was gonna eat me! Jesus Christ!" You say, putting your head in your hands.

Your mind is abuzz with what-ifs until something hits you like that creature hit the glass. Your eyes well up, "You saved my life, Eddie. Like properly saved me. I could be in snack-sized pieces." You move over as close to him as you possibly can and squeeze him tightly, planting a thousand tiny kisses on his cheek.

"Hey, calm, please. I am still trying to drive here." He says with a small laugh.

"That was very…heroic of you." You say and gently squeeze his shoulder.

He looks a little sheepish, "I'm usually not much of a hero outside of D&D", he half smiles.

"Well, you're definitely mine now…my hero, I mean", you add quickly.

"I could be both," he says, drumming on the steering wheel, looking over to you quickly, then back at the road.

Before you even get a chance to enjoy that statement, you hear a scraping and creak above you, "Eddie, I don't think it gave up. I think it's on the fucking roof!!!" you recoil and scream.

Eddie grabs for his seat belt, "Buckle up, now!!" He shouts, speeding up.

2 clicks later, and the breaks slam on. Something is catapulted to the ground in front of you, but at the same time, several thuds come from the back of the van.

"Fuck!" Eddie says, eyes wide with fear at you.

The creature in the headlight lumbers towards the van, its head opens up and screams at you, but the scream is coming from all around.

Eddie puts his foot down again, and the van screams down the road. Once enough ground is covered, and the mirrors are free of those things, Eddie slams on the breaks again, a few times. Nothing flies off. No scraping or thuds.

The van engages top speed again, careering through Hawkins until you leave the other side of it. It's only when you get to the next town over and are at a gas station that you actually stop. You both leave the van tentatively. Then, as Eddie fills the van up, you stand immediately beside him, looking around for anything hurtling towards him.

He puts his hands on your upper arms, "Hey, we're ok. I just need to grab some things, and I'll be right back. You'll be able to see me just fine from inside the van, alright?"

You nod, trying to shake off your own feelings of terror and also wanting to make sure Eddie remained unhurt.

Eddie goes in and emerges safely from the gas station store, his arms full of bags. As he drops them into the van, there is an audible thud, and through the window, you see him filling up a large gas canister with fuel. He waves over at the cashier, who give him a salute, and jumps back in the driver's seat, throwing you some candy and sodas, "These should help with the sugar crash", he says, starting up the van again.

You look behind you into the bags. Sharp bits of metal and chains, bullets, some sort of knives.

"Holy shit, what is all that?" You say, moving away into your seat.

"So I just noticed that the guy behind the counter had a few warzone-type things on display that might help with the bobcat problem I told him that we have. He was eager to discuss all of these items at length and how useful they are. Especially after he saw you sitting in the van alone. I mean, obviously deep concern about this guy, but I did get a discount, so you know, it was worth it. I'll be prepared next time."

"Next time?" You say with alarm.

"Yeah…Seeing those things…I mean, that alone was fucking horrific…but I can't let them…sure, this town is a cursed shitshow, but it's my cursed shitshow…and one of those sons of bitches tried to fucking eat you, man." His face and voice are strained.

"I know, but maybe I dunno, we just don't go out at night, or something? I've never seen them in the day."

"…and what if they make more of themselves, now there is a group of them? Then what? We'll be overrun. All of us. Everybody. Even if we ran, they'd find us. They keep finding us."

"Eddie, we can't fight those things. We need to tell someone about it."

"Ok, firstly, there is no we about this. Secondly, you don't think I tried. After the wedding, I called a whole bunch of places, pest control, animal control, and the police. I mean, I couldn't really say exactly what I saw. So I had to twist the truth a little."

"No, we about this? What, you're going to fight them alone?! Have you lost your mind completely? No way, no fucking way."

"I JUST ALMOST FUCKING LOST YOU ALRIGHT!!!" he yells, hitting the dashboard. You move away in your seat. His brow furrowed with anguish, he cracks his neck, "I'm sorry, sorry for shouting, don't move away" his hand reaches out for you, "Just if I had been a second later. You wouldn't be here, gone, eaten by that thing, and I'd be…well…I don't know what I'd be…fucking alone…half of myself…broken…a shell of a person. I won't let that happen. I won't let them take you from me! No fucking way!"

You grab his outstretched hand and notice a tear spill down his cheek, "Fuck!" He says through his teeth, trying to hold in his frustration.

"But you expect me to let you go up against those things alone. What if you don't make it? What if you go out trying to save this place, and no one ever knows, Eddie? For what? I would burn this town to the ground a thousand times before I let you throw yourself into harm's way for it. How could I ever live with myself knowing that you sacrificed yourself to defend me? You expect me to just carry on like it was a favour, like, "aw, that's nice of Eddie to kill himself for me. I'll just run along to school now". This isn't D&D. We don't get to come back. It's very, very final. And It's not happening."

"You have no idea how it feels to be around you. The amazing impact you have on your people. What will they all do without you? You can't leave us to play hero, Eddie. You are already a hero, not for grand gestures like tonight, but for what you do every day for the people you care about and all the outsiders, misfits and loners looking for shelter in a storm? We'd all be very lost without you, or you know, become an arch-villain-led cult and start researching necromancy."

"We found these things together. So let's end them together. Me and you, back to back, against the world. If I fall, then at least know I got to go out on my own terms. Outside of my circle, I don't care much for this town. But if it's what you want to do. I want to be right there with you. I do not want to sit helplessly on the sidelines."

Eddie pulls over, "Come here, you idiot", he says, opening his arms at you, which you dive into, squeezing him tightly.

"Not just any idiot," you say, muffled in his hair.

"No…my idiot." He says, smiling and cradling the back of your head.

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[unpleasant-ghoul]

Here's a goblin. There are many goblins, but this one's mine.

And now with that out of the way... Damn. Playing WoW is every kind of mess for this ol' pirate! Why "pirate"? Well, private servers only! That's why it's a mess.

Oh, it wasn't. I used to stick to one ancient and well-working WotLK server, and everything was fine. But then recently I got into it enough to look at Vol'jin's tag here. And learned of his new look! And of that book! And then of a bunch of other stuff (and when I say "stuff" I mean a certain Loa of Graves. And a certain Zandalari king that's so hot, he could rip my fucking heart out and I'd spend my last breath on thanking him for that. Sorry, but I can't put this into any nicer, less horny jail-worthy words).

And so I wanted to play that! I wanted to see everything for myself!

I...

Have found that being a filthy pirate AND loving to actually play games instead of blazing right through them on 10x+ rates leaves me with pretty much no options. Yeeeah. So I ended up on Firestorm. Bugstorm, more like. Good luck finding quests that work. Actually work, instead of coming in a pre-done variant. Found something that works? Now just pray that the next in chain does, too.

Yaaay. Other options? Oh, there is one. It's called "Just play WotLK and make up BfA-related adventures in your head".

So, I'm staying there for as long, as I can endure it. I'm having very, very little fun, but for BfA that's my only option outside of just fantasizing about it. Like hell I'm going to them for MoP, though. Heard Tauri's good.

...

What a wonderful time to realize that the server on which I play WotLK uses alternate character models! Oh, it's not bad. It's just that I got to Tauri. I created a char (ANOTHER iteration of same old troll hunter). And I'll have to come to terms with him looking VERY BAD.

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I mean THIS is what he looks on the WoW-Mania WotLK server, which I, until today's realization, assumed to be version-appropriate level of detail, but apparently not:

Yea, he blinked. but you get the point, yes? He's one handsome troll, and until now I assumed that that's just how things are.

And upon taking a look at his version on Shit Sorry, Firestorm's BFA I realized that... It's the same. Or so close it's near-same. Here's a screenshot, fresh from Mulgore!

That's a handsome troll if I've ever seen one!

And this... Yep. I sure hope MoP is so interesting and server's so good, that I'll be able to ignore that there my dear boy looks like THIS:

I am sad and I don't think he is all that happy either.

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[luffythinker]

they're both pretty crazy and fucked up so i think they would love to explore a bunch of stuff too (or maybe it's just me projecting cause having a fire quirk and not using it for something seems like such a waste lmao), not even pain related but a lot of sensation play? maybe with cold, warm, wax, blindfolds, cuffing, fear play (like imagine playing with the fear of shigs quirk, 4 fingers wrapped around dabi and the danger that just one more would have them GONE) [maybe I'm just crazy idk] what do you think about this?

in my head i was leaning more towards if they've known pain all their life they would want their relationship to be as kind as possible but i do get what your saying.

that is not to say would not throw those ideas away.

Dabi would like to use his fire quirk having ass to do things like touch shigs with his warm hand and then like bring in the ice cubes on his rips and nips possibly even on his dick. they would do blindfolds THEY WOULD DO CUFFING BUT I FEEL LIKE THEY WOULD DO IT SAFELY? like have the key right in front of them so they know for sure they don't lose it jvrhtgrdnthj I can see Dabi cuffing shigs to the bed jviebtgghbdhg the only thing i can't see is the fear play, i can see Dabi trying to encourage shigs to be more open to not wearing his gloves and they will take a single time out to "we are doing this no gloves tonight" so shigs has to really pay attention to his hands while Dabi is sucking him off or eatting him out or just touching him in general, Dabi is focusing on making him feel good and telling him he's doing good while Shigs has to restrain himself from touching anything but they made a rule he can't just hold his hands to himself he has to put them down so he's usually grabbing the bed with his thumb folded in or with 3 of his fingers just taking Dabi whatever he's doing to him.

I can see that as well, if everything else is so painful and difficult, why not have something gentle and easy between them, right?

the no-gloves thing reminds me of akiangel (csm) jsdlsdlksd

i love that their quirks create specific rules to their dynamic, like they do need to be careful not to accidentally k word each other (especially shiggy), but it can also become a fun thing for them too

i totally agree with you on these!

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[womanofwords]

STEM Kids Shenanigans (Chapter 20)

Chapter 20: A Very Grounded Young Man

Angelo shrank under the glare of his mother as she took him down to the basement. "Anything else that you've made with those friends of yours whilst under this roof, mister inventor?" she asked.

"Nope, just the flying skateboard," Angelo said.

"Honey, the school said him and his friends were the pride of the school, lay off him," his dad said.

"Any college that knew that him and a bunch of friends made this during their secondary school days, they'd all get in for free," Uncle Antonio helpfully added.

"Did I ask for your input?" Mrs Riva asked. The brothers shrank and shook their heads.

"We just wanted to test something," Angelo said meekly. "For science."

"You'll be testing out a hospital bed for science if you ever do anything that dangerous again!" his mother thundered.

"Angie, play with me!" Mirella burst in with a teddy bear wearing a tutu around its waist.

"Angelo is not allowed to play. Angelo is grounded," their mother said, barely concealing her rage at her middle child.

"Go play with Santo, Mirella," Angelo's father suggested. Mirella burst into tears.

"No Santo! Just Angie!" Mirella wailed, tears rolling down her face.

"Why no Santo, Mirella?" Angelo asked.

"Santo's mean!" Mirella cried.

"Oh, really? He is? How so?"

"He won't play!"

"Mirella, how about big brother Angie talks to big brother Santo?" Angelo scooped up his little sister and walked away to find his older brother. They bumped into him in the corridor.

"Watch where you're going, baby brother," Santo chided.

"Hey, Santo, you have to play nicely with Mirella. She cries at the thought of spending time with you," Angelo scolded.

"I'm sorry, OK? I just don't do well with Mirella's girly baby stuff," Santo said. Mirella burst into tears again.

"You don't have a choice. I'm grounded because of the flying skateboard thing, so to punish me, I'm banned from playing with Mirella," Angelo said. "As her only other brother, you have to play with her now."

"What?!" Santo's eyes widened. "She won't play properly!"

"She's three! Let her win!"

Santo rolled his eyes at it all. "I can't believe that Mama's punishing you by stopping you from playing with Mirella. Technically, that's a punishment for everyone."

"Mirella just wants to play. Just go along with her ideas."

Santo rolled his eyes. "Fine. Come on, Mirella. I'll play nice."

"Fine," Mirella said. Angelo put her down and she toddled over to her other brother. As he was led away to his sister's bedroom, Santo mouthed the words 'help me' to Angelo.

But Angelo Riva's hands were, effectively, tied.

(PAUSE)

Angelo was doing his homework in peace when he heard a crash. "What the heck?" Uncle Antonio choked on his coffee.

"Did that noise come from the basement or Mirella's room?" Angelo asked. A thud was heard, along with a little girl's scream. "Oh, great, both."

"You finally get grounded and chaos erupts," Uncle Antonio laughed. "This is what happens without you."

"I know. Now, I'm going to check on Mirella. You can check on whatever the other sound was," Angelo said.

When he got up to Mirella's room, he found Santo wrapping a finger in a band-aid. Mirella was crying her eyes out in a corner while holding the stuffed bear.

"How do you do it?" Santo croaked.

"What happened?" he asked.

"It was an accident. I ripped her bear's ballet outfit while holding it. I tried to fix it for her like you do, but I keep hurting myself." Santo held up his hands, showing his little brother the now four band-aids that were on him.

"You should have called me earlier," Angelo sighed. "Hand over the sewing kit and never touch it again."

"Gladly." Santo relinquished responsibility, and Angelo took over.

"Hi, Mimi." He crouched down onto the floor, putting himself at the same eyeline as her. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"Santo ripped my bear's clothes," Mirella sobbed. "She's super sad now."

"I don't blame her. That dress was very pretty," Angelo inspected the bear's outfit and found the problem: the seam connecting the two sides together had come apart. An easy fix. "Oh, that's going to be easy. Does the bear have something else to wear while I fix her dress?"

"She has a princess dress!" Mirella suggested, her face lighting up.

"Good! Now, you can change the bear's clothes and I'll take the dress whenever you're ready. Until then, I'll wait outside." Angelo stood outside his little sister's room and closed the door.

Mirella opened it just a crack a minute later and shoved the ripped bear's dress out through the gap. "Here."

"Thank you." The tutu ended up in Angelo's room while Angelo went back to the living room. Then he heard another scream from the kitchen.

"AAAH!" screamed someone from the kitchen.

"Arthur!" Angelo's dad rushed upstairs, searching for his little brother. Uncle Arthur, the youngest of the three brothers that lived with him. "God damn, I have to be the eldest for my whole life, don't I?" the patriarch grumbled. "I thought looking after Artie was for when we were kids."

Angelo and his father followed the noise to the kitchen, where they found Uncle Arthur with blood on his hands. The third uncle, Uncle James, was staying with him.

"I cut myself with the knife while trying to make dinner for myself," Uncle Arthur said weakly. "It hurts."

Angelo went pale. "Oh, great, that's blood." He steadied himself against a wall. "OK, let's handle this. How many times did you cut yourself with the knife, Uncle Arthur?"

"I didn't really count. It just hurts." Uncle Arthur sounded sheepish, embarrassed that his nephew, of all people, was seeing him like this. He was the adult.

"And what did you need a meat cleaver for?" his dad asked.

"I couldn't find the normal knife for butter," Uncle Arthur said. "I wanted a grilled cheese."

"You were going to use that for butter?" Angelo's jaw was wide. "I'll call an ambulance for you. You clearly need it."

"Thank you, Angelo," Uncle Arthur said.

"Angelo, you're not getting an ambulance, I'm getting the ambulance," the boy's dad said.

"Hey, Ignacio, isn't it funny that all this happens on the one day that you ground Angelo?" Uncle Antonio said, chuckling. Uncle Arthur laughed too, despite himself and the pain he was in.

"Not a word," Angelo's dad said, rolling his eyes as he went to call an ambulance.

(PAUSE)

"What the hell is happening with you all?" Angelo's mother asked. Santo was adjusting the band-aids on his fingers, while Uncle Arthur was being administered to in the back of an ambulance. "What extraordinary thing is happening that is making so much go wrong?"

"The stuff that got them hurt is normally my responsibility, but I'm grounded and all I'm allowed to do is homework," Angelo said.

The teen genius inventor's mother turned on her heel to glower at her son. "Really, Angelo? You're going to use this to argue why you shouldn't be grounded?"

"Yes, actually." Angelo's jaw was set. "Everything that hurt them is typically my domain. Sewing, cooking, playing with Mirella."

"Playing with Mirella is not dangerous!" his mother pointed out.

Angelo smirked. "It is when Santo does it."

"Angelo, shut up," Santo snapped.

"This is incredibly harsh for something that the school commended him for," Uncle Antonio said. "No friends over for a month and no devices."

"And you confiscated Mirella," Uncle Arthur said. "How do you confiscate a younger sibling from their older sibling?"

"I wish my parents had confiscated my little brothers from me as a punishment," Angelo's dad said.

"We are right here," Uncle James said.

"Dad, it only works on me because I actually love Mirella," Angelo explained. "For you, it would be a reward."

"Good to know what you think of us, Ignacio," Uncle Antonio snarked.

"Angelo, you could have gotten very badly hurt! Maybe your new friends are bad influences on you," his mother said.

"I've done this since before I met them. Remember the spring shoes?" Angelo pointed out. His uncles and brother laughed.

"Oh God, I remember that!" Uncle James laughed.

"I still have a picture of it!" Santo laughed.

"Stop laughing!" Angelo's mother said, shutting them up. "Angelo, you aren't getting out of this. No laptop, no phone, no inventing, no Mirella."

"This is cruel," Angelo said. "Mirella didn't do anything. And how are you going to confiscate a three-year-old?"

"I have my ways! Now where is she?" Angelo's mother stormed off to grab the only girl, and Angelo sighed.

"I can't believe it. Nobody has ever confiscated a sibling before. My mother's a disciplinary trailblazer," Angelo groaned. "The one time in my life that I have friends and I'm banned from meeting up with them outside of school."

"They're not meeting up with you for another two weeks, Angie," Uncle Antonio said.

"What did you just call me?" Angelo snapped.

"I called you Angie. Is there a problem?" Uncle Antonio raised an eyebrow.

"You don't get to call me Angie. Only Mirella gets to call me Angie," Angelo said. "She can't really say Angelo properly."

"Oh."

"Angie, all done now?" Mirella asked.

"No, not yet," Angelo said.

"Oh," Mirella said.

"Mirella, do you want big brother Santo or big brother Angie?" Santo teased.

"No!" Mirella rushed over and kicked Santo. "You no say Angie!"

"I'm not?" Santo asked.

"You say Angelo," Mirella instructed. "I say Angie."

"You knew how to say Angelo this whole time?" Angelo spluttered. "Why didn't you do this earlier?"

"Only I say Angie," Mirella said, glaring at her eldest brother.

"OK, OK! I won't." Santo put his hands up in surrender.

"Good," Mirella said.

"Did Mirella just intimidate you?" Angelo sniggered. The uncles started laughing.

"Like a pink, frilly, really small mafia boss," Uncle James said.

"Holding a bear," Uncle Antonio laughed.

"Angelo, shut up," Santo snapped.

Angelo blew a raspberry in his older brother's direction. "Make me."

The uncles let out an ooh as Santo cracked his knuckles. "Fine by me," the eldest child said, as he scooped his little brother up and carried him away to Santo's bedroom. The moment he was put onto the bed, Angelo was Santo's personal toy. "You know, I think I should be in charge of your punishments and not Mama. She is not effective enough for you," Santo mused, as fingers drilled into Angelo's hips.

"YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Angelo shrieked, squirming in his older brother's arms. "LEHEHEHEHET ME GOHOHOHOHOHOHO!"

"Let me think . . . nah," Santo said, smirking down at his hysterically laughing brother. "I don't think you'll ever get out of this punishment."

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[the-firebird69]

Watch "Bruce Springsteen - War" on YouTube

There is a war developing and it is against robots and it will be massive and it is starting very soon it's been building up all day people are getting information and they're finding these pockets of them and sometimes tunnels full really big tunnels and everything has been armed and it's not operated by humans. It's going to be better this monsters out of control too and yeah you can't put them together the robots will take over the monsters. And it is not good they say the other way around but it's not really true it's only very rare and they it has to be a big push and it's just for show like you guys do. Now this is going to happen fairly soon you're going to see a big change even in attitude as they see who's been ripping things off. It's a giant giant war effort coming up gigantic and I guess a lot of the miscrrants and just keep doing this stuff and people actually stop them and get rid of the ones that won't halt. There's large lettering all over the place it says are we halting and they're saying no and there are people who are getting ready and it's the max and they say they know why they're not halting that's not what's going to and the max are going to go after them and right now more like are going after the robots to try and take them over and they're going to be surprised and wiped out we think we always say that but there's a lot of them and it is starting it's starting in LA and it is starting in Orlando 2° and Indiana and those tunnels have a bunch in there and there are some that are full around the Midwest and they're going down in from the Midwest and it's like 2 to 3% of the population is in the Midwest and up in the Midwest and they are flowing in very fast there's a lot of them it's a huge number it is far more people than you were taking necessary but they didn't assessment which is fair and they found there to be far too many robots they are going down there now and with huge arms and a giant number of people and they plan waves and waves and waves and they're getting ready now it's a giant Force we estimate somewhere around 20 trillion globally and they're all warlock and that represents about a third of their Force including the islands and they're going down there as well and it's going to begin shortly

Thor Freya

Zues Hera is a huge number of people I haven't seen that many people ever

Hera

God bless ours and Godspeed and keep in mind this kind of troop movement is interesting to our people especially the ones here that I mean for those who wish to be in the protection military of ours

Zues

Yes we need to do this now please publish

Hera

We need to do this now and we're going to publish his words these are important things he's saying and it's important time right now and we will show and it's an enormous number and why they're doing it and that they are lesser and still force that is to be contended with and if you don't you're in a lot of trouble

Thor Freya

Olympus

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[poisonouswritings]

Hiii!! I hope you're having a great day or night!

I just love your writing it's great!

I have a request for Felix <<

How would Felix interact with an MC who really cares about the environment and is very environmentally conscious? I think it'd be interesting to see him fall for someone who really cares about the environment and animals. I don't really think he'd be very environmentally aware about what's going on in the world mainly because of how he grew up. And MC would definitely open his eyes and make him see everything T-T

TYSM in advance!!! I hope this made sense I really suck at putting my ideas into words,, have a good day!

Hi! Thank you so much for the kinds words :3 and I hope you’re having a great [insert appropriate time of day here]! Hopefully this is what you’re looking for.  

GN!reader, fluff, Felix learns some stuff

Okay firstly I wanna say I feel like Florian is where this all starts.

Felix is aware that you and his papa like hanging out, having tea, gardening, doing whatever. And he's glad for that! He loves his dad and it makes him really happy that you two get along so well!

But he's a little pouty jealous man.

So one day it's been,, a couple of hours since he's seen you. He's been filling the time with studies and spells but he needs a cuddle for encouragement a partner for some experiments. So he goes down to the garden only to see you and Florian talking animatedly about something. For a long moment he just watches you - the way your eyes light up, the passion in your movements - and he knows whatever it is you're talking about, he's agreeing with you no hesitation. He takes a second to collect himself and walks over.

'Hello, MC-' 'Felix can you use necromancy magic on bees?? Because I'm gonna go feral if they all die.'

.....?

I feel like Florian probably tried to teach the kids about environmental stuff but,, Escell wasn't even remotely helpful and the kids got busy with their own areas of study so it never really stuck.

But! Now!! You're here!!! And you will teach him damnit!!!!

To be honest,, what does pollution look like in Astraea? I don't think there's industrial factories or high-powered machinery, so there wouldn't be a bunch of chemical smoke or dumping in the water or mass deforestation or anything, right? I'm not sure. I think there would be a decent amount of animal trapping/hunting, maybe the endangerment of certain animal species or plant species.

D'you think Felix uses live animals in his spells? I can't imagine it. But I do think he would use rare plants in potions and whatever. MC is gonna beat him up immediately put a stop to that. Probably encourages him to try growing some himself instead of ripping out roots from the wild. Especially because - while I don't think Felix is being intentionally hazardous or anything - he probably damages a lot of other plants in the process. Especially because I feel like he doesn't really like getting dirty and would use magic to rip the roots out? And would end up ripping out some other ones too.

Make! Felix!! Compost!!! Make him touch worms!!!! And bugs in general honestly!!! He,, lets it happen,, it's not his favorite thing in the world but when he sees how passionate MC is about it, by gods he'll do it.

Felix starts researching spells on things like water/air purification, fast decomposition for things in the compost, etc. Teaches MC whatever spells they might wanna know, or helps them research stuff.

I think MC would like to help in animal conservation! Especially considering all the magic animals. Felix would probably help them build little habitats or whatever.

Does,, does Astraea have plastic? I don't know! Single-use plastics somehow come into the equation and MC is just pacing around the bedroom venting in fury while Felix listens. I don’t think he entirely understands everything you’re saying but he starts pulling out spellbooks to find a solution anyways. 

Nature dates? Walking through the forest? Felix, who has always appreciated the beauty of death, learning to appreciate the beauty of nature and life? 

A e s t h e t i c 

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[rinstars]

clean up

pairing: college!sukusa kiyoomi x reader

genre: smut

word count: 1.6k+

tags: cunnilingus, penetration, size kink, a bit of degradation/dumbification(?), choking, probably more but i suck at tags.

note: not as long and didn't proofread as much cause i did this on a whim (again) but here's frustrated sakusa cause you didn't watch him practice like you usually do and he missed you. basically, university/college au cause i don't write them as high school students! always always 18+

"you didn't come to see me in practice." you looked up from the desk to see sakusa entering the sliding doors of your classroom. he quietly walks over to you, the mask strapped on his face unable to hide his obvious distate at your absence. he leans on the teacher's desk in front, calloused palms pressed flat on the wood to support him as he looks down on you.

"sorry, baby. lots of council stuff to finish." you look up to him pouting, but his glare on you is hard and unmoving – making you press your thighs together as your body heats up with arousal. with the slight bob of his head, he motions you to stand up and get closer to him as he removes the mask from his face.

the moment you sprung up to your feet, you wrap your arms around him, nestling your head on the crook of his neck. one of his hands traveled all the way down to the back of your thighs, guiding you to lift it so one of your knees are resting on the table while the other one remains standing between his legs. you rest a bit of your weight on him, attempting to sit down on his thigh so you're stradling it. you groan in annoyance as his firm grip pulls you back by the waist.

then all of a sudden, without warning, he licks a bold stripe on your ear before whispering, "shhh patience... missed my baby girl."

your breaths slowly get shallower by the second as he continues licking and biting your lobe, the hand on the back of your thigh slowly disappearing to find its way below your skirt. you whimper as the pads of his fingers press on your sopping clit, rubbing small circles through the thin underwear. "missed this little pussy."

your fingers grip the hairs on the back of his head, slowly grinding on his hand as he continues pressing open-mouthed kisses on your jaw. he hooks his fingers on the band of your underwear as he tries to tug it down with one hand. when he successfully manages to get it on the floor with your help, he pulls back to look you in the eye. he flips you around to switch your positions and hoists you up the table so you're sitting on it.

"spread your legs." he simply murmured, making you twitch in excitement as you slowly opened your legs, skirt bunched up to the sides. his eyes follow your every movement, pupils dilating in hunger as he stares at your glistening pussy.

"omi, touch me now, please." you pathetically beg, spreading your folds even further with the use of your two fingers so he can get a clearer look of the way you're repeatedly clenching into nothing.

he kneels in front of you, thumb collecting moisture as he runs it softly on your protruding clit. "already making a fucking mess. you're creaming so much, it's soaking the damn wood."

his face inches closer and closer to your cunt and you close your eyes, waiting for the warm contact of his tongue – but it never comes. not when he suddenly spits harshly on your pussy, making you yelp both in surprise and pleasure. you feel his spit slowly run down from your bud to your slit – almost at the table when sakusa's tongue suddenly connects with your folds to collect it instead, making you cry out.

the one time sakusa is willing to be messy is when he's lewding you. he doesn't care if you're dripping on the sheets, the floor, all over him. he loves seeing your cunny get swallowed by your wetness.

"my sweet little slut." he groans, sending a series of vibrations through your core as he laps and flicks your clit over and over – drinking whatever drips out of your hole.

"o-omi, ah, yes baby, j-just like that." you squirm against him, panting with your head thrown back. "your t-tongue, put it.. ah shit – put your tongue in, please."

he forces his tongue inside you, wriggling it a little to fit it into your hole as he uses his fingers to roughly rub your already sore clit, making you grip the edge of the table. he interchanges his fingers and tongue after a moment, sinking two fingers inside you and scissoring it as he sucks on your bud.

"gonna cum, omi." you sob, grabbing a fist of his hair and pressing his face harder to you as you slowly rock your hips.

he just hums into you, encouraging and giving you permission to let go. you soon feel your juices flow out along with the sighs escaping from your mouth. when you looked down at him, he's peering at you through his lashes, lips shining with your slick. his tongue glides past his lips as he stands up, pulling you closer to him.

"that's enough prep time, right baby?" he coos at you as he removes the knot on his training pants, sliding it down his thighs. "you'll take me balls deep and let me fuck you dumb?"

you shook with both desire and fear. sakusa is long and thick, lined with prominent veins. the first time you both did it, you cried so much with barely the tip in. by the time he's halfway in, you're already panting from overstimulation. even now, no matter how many times you've done it already, even when your insides are already taking his shape, you can't help but shed tears when he fucks you. that's why he always takes time to prep you, get you wet and stretched enough.

"be gentle, omi." you plead him, reaching out to touch his face. he places his hand on top of yours, giving it a squeeze before pulling it away and eyeing you with mischief.

"you didn't come to see me in practice." he repeats, hand wrapped around his cock as he slowly pumps himself, spreading the pre-cum leaking from his tip. "bad girls get their little cunt punished and split apart."

tears blur your vision as he comes near you, aligning his cock on your opening. you gently grab his forearm and prepare yourself for the impact of his cock slamming into you. you waited as you felt sakusa pull back a little before burrying himself in you, making you scream out and tighten your grip around his arm.

his hands immediately found your mouth, covering it to prevent you from making any more sound. "fuck, quiet down, baby.. unless you want someone to see you? is that what you want, hmm? someone watching you cream around my fat cock while i split you apart?"

you bit his palm to prevent yourself from making a sound as tears continue flowing down your cheeks and into his fingers. you couldn't hold back the gasp when you looked down at your connected bodies to see that only half of his length managed to slip in. he roughly goes in and out a couple of times, accepting whatever you have to offer at the moment as he helps you adjust a little.

when you feel him start to pound the rest of his length into you, your eyes rolled back, touching his waist in an attempt to make me go slowly.

"omi, n-no more – ah ah you're gonna split me apart, you're gonna break me, p-please yoomi you're too big." your muffled voice resonates through the room.

he completely pulls away from you, leaving you empty without his cock inside you. he steadies your head to face him and look at him in the eyes as he slams all of himself to you, making your body shake both in pleasure and pain. you vision whitens when you feel his tip right at your cervix, touching the spongy area inside you.

"hm? then break for me, little one." he moves his hand from your mouth to your throat, squeezing gently while the other one wraps around your waist.

he pounds into you over and over, making you feel every single vein rub through your walls as you take his shape. his hold on your throat prevents you from making any sound – the wet squelching sounds of your cunt being ripped apart along with his grunts the only thing audible.

"you're gushing so fucking disgustingly around me – fuck, stop clenching me like that, i can't move." he grunts, not out of anything but pure pleasure. he loves it. he loves seeing you wrap him in your stickiness, sucking him dry as you tighten around him.

your toes curl as you feel orgasm flooding your body. you look at him with desperation, and he nods to you, understanding what you're trying to say. he lets go of your throat to pinch your nipples through the sheer white of your uniform, closing the distance between you as he sucks your neck.

with one last moan, you spasm around his cock while your own fingers circle your clit to ride your high. you feel his cock start twitching inside you and you hear him suck in a breath before he, too, spills his seed in your walls, filling you to the brim.

he stays unmoving in your cunt, watching you fail to accommodate all of the juices flowing in you as it falls to the floor. after you both catch your breath, he grabs your face gently, turning you to him so he can press a soft kiss on your lips before hugging you to him.

"did it hurt a lot? are you okay?" he strokes your hair, pressing comforting kisses on your temple. you soften with his touch, assuring him it's fine.

you both stay like that for a moment before he pulls his pants back up, walking away from you to one of the cabinets in the room. you laugh as you realize he's getting cleaning supplies to fix the mess you both caused. luckily, you both finished your duties in practice and council late so you don't have to worry much about getting caught (except probably a few more students who also has things to do).

"well help me clean up your damn mess." he lazily glares at you from across the room, making you reach over to your discarded underwear on the floor and slip it on before grabbing one of the mops from him.

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[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S1:E3; Chapter Three, Holly, Jolly - [Pt. 1]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘠/𝘯, 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭. 𝘈 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

El sat on Mike's couch, fiddling with the supercomm while the rest of us gathered around the D&D table.

"We just tell our parents we have AV Club after school. That'll give us at least a few hours for Operation Mirkwood." Mike states.

I nod my head in agreement. I never liked lying to my mom, but this was our best bet. If it will give us time to find Will, I'm all in. However, based on Lucas's nervous shifting, he isn't as sure.

"You seriously think that the wei- uh, El knows where Will is?" Lucas darts his eyes at me as he catches himself.

"Just trust me on this, okay?" Mike pleads.

"He's right. Will would do the same for any one of us." My words come out softer than anticipated and I look to Lucas, Mike then Dustin. I can tell they agree with me.

"Okay."

"Did you get the supplies?" Mike asks the three of us.

I straighten up, ready to present what I brought to the table. Lucas perks up, reaching down into his backpack and begins listing off the things he brought.

"Yeah. Binoculars... from 'Nam. Army knife... also from 'Nam. Hammer, camouflage bandana, and the wrist rocket." He pulls out the yellow wrist rocket excitedly, and I chuckle to myself, impressed.

"You're gonna take out the Demogorgon with a slingshot?" Dustin asked, unimpressed.

I scoff and look at my brother, knowing well enough it was better than what he brought.

"Well, what were you planning on doing, throwing a Nutty Bar at it?" I ask with a hint of humor in my tone. Lucas however, takes offense to Dustin's words.

"First of all, it's a wrist rocket. And second of all, the Demogorgon's not real." I look down at my shoes. "It's made up. But if there is something out there, I'm gonna shoot it in the eye..." he pulls back the empty sling and lets it loose, nearly hitting Dustin in the face. "-and blind it."

I have to say, I've got to agree with Lucas's logic here. Then again, we never thought that anyone could move things with their mind and look what El did. I am pulled from my thoughts when I hear Mike sigh.

"Y/n?" He looked to me hopefully.

"Well, with all things considered, I figured at one point or another we would end up needing this." I pulled the makeshift first aid kit from my backpack. Among it was a handful of ace bandage wraps, gauze, ointment. Some band-aids, and even a small pair of tweezers.

I smile proudly and look to Mike who nods his head in approval. "Good idea. We don't know for sure what we are up against." He looks to my brother. "Dustin, what did you get?"

Dustin perks up and empties the contents of his bag out onto the table.

"Well, alrighty." I look to my friends to try and gouge their reactions. "So, we've got..."

Dustin begins naming off all the snacks he brought as Mike and Lucas stare at him with a confused glance.

"-Nutty Bars, Bazooka, Pez, Smarties, Pringles, Nilla Wafers, apple, banana and trail mix." He finishes off with a proud smile, and I can't help but feel bad for him. I mean, I see where he's coming from. It's smart to have snacks in case, but I also feel like it might be a last resort type of thing.

"Seriously?"

"We need energy for our travels. For stamina. And besides, why do we even need weapons anyway? We have her."

"She shut one door!"

"With her mind! Are you kidding me? That's insane! Imagine all the other cool stuff she could do. Like..." His face lights up and he runs over to the plastic Millennium Falcon and picks it up. Oh, this'll be interesting.

"I bet... that she could make this fly! Hey. Hey. Okay, concentrate. Okay?"

I stand there, crossing my arms with an amused look on my face.

She stares blankly at him as he lets the toy fall to the ground with an obnoxious clatter.

"Okay, one more time." She looks back at him, the faint look of mock confusion crosses her face and I bring my hand up to my mouth to try and hide the growing smirk.

"Okay."

I notice from the corner of my eye as Lucas drops his head in what looks to be a mix of disappointment and embarrassment.

"Use your powers, okay?" He drops it again and I can see the amusement in her eyes, which only makes me giggle.

"She's not a dog!" Mike yells.

He stomped over and ripped the toy out of his hands, while I made eye contact with El and we shared a smile.

"Kids! It's time for school!" Mrs. Wheeler's voice carries through to the basement.

We all hastily pack up our things and Lucas and Dustin run up the stairs. Meanwhile, Mike and I stayed behind to say goodbye to El.

"We are gonna need you to stay here, okay?" I ask kindly. She nods her head.

"But you can't make any noise and you can't leave." Michael pleads. She seems uneasy about this but nods in agreement.

"Michael! Y/n!"

I'm about to say something when Mike turns around suddenly and shouts. "COMING!" I jump back slightly, a laugh escaping.

"You know those power lines?" he returns to El, in a completely calm voice, as if nothing happened.

She looks between us confused. "Powerline?"

"Yeah. The ones behind my house?"

"Yes."

"Meet us there, after school." I pipe up, catching on to what Mike was thinking.

"After school?"

"Yeah, 3:15." She sends us an apologetic look, she was clearly confused.

"Mike, what about your watch?" I nudge him, gesturing to his wristwatch. I would give her mine, but I don't have one.

He catches on quickly and begins taking off his watch.

"Ah." Once it's off his wrist, he gestures for her wrist.

El smiles slightly and lets him put the watch on her wrist. She looks to Mike, a smile still on her face as he adjusts the watch. I smile to myself.

'They are too cute.'

"When the numbers read three-one-five, meet us there," I said, grabbing her attention.

She looks down at the watch and recites my instructions.

"Three-one-five."

I smile at her and give a small nod. "Yeah. Three-one-five."

She smiles kindly at me, then at Mike once more. It might just be me, but I could have sworn I saw him blushing. Suddenly, he jumps up and runs up the stairs. I stand up, and dig into my extra bag I brought from home and bring it over to her.

"So, I didn't want you to be bored so I brought some things you might like." I open the bag quickly, knowing I'm keeping everybody waiting. I pull a couple of puzzles and some paper and pens.

"I don't know if you know what puzzles are but I brought you some of my favorites." I place some of my favorite puzzles on the table next to her and she eyes them curiously.

"It's a picture that is in a bunch of different pieces, and you try to fit them all back together. It's a great way to pass the time. And, I didn't know what else you might like so I just grabbed some paper and some of my best pens. You can draw all you want. I wish we could stay with you, but we have to go to school so nobody will suspect anything. We'll be back. Promise." I smile at her and she returns it.

I swing my backpack over my shoulder and wave goodbye before darting up the stairs.

Halfway up, I stop in my tracks and run back to the bottom for a moment.

"Oh. And if you get hungry, you are more than welcome to have Dustin's snacks." I wink and run to catch up.

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