#my inbox is open to complaints though

[eeksburner]

To be loved is to be seen

Simon Riley x Wife!Reader Fluff/Smut (18+)

(The things you notice and remember about Simon after being together for so long)

My inbox is open for requests, comments, etc! (For the love of everything, please send something to my inbox)

Not proofread

TW: NSFW topics (Sex, P in V)

You have been with Simon for 5 years. You dated for 2 years (courted for even longer before he decided it was safe to love someone openly again) and have been married for 3 (you guys eloped pretty soon after he proposed). After being together for so long, you couldn't help but compile a list of all his quirks, preferences, and other little facts.

While he was very private and quiet with his affection for you in the beginning of your relationship, he has become much more open about it. Simon spent so much time keeping his emotions internal, that he was ready to let his love engulf you in the way he always wanted it to. He isn't a fan of major PDA, but he will keep a hand on you if possible.

He is so lovey-dovey. As mentioned above, he loves knowing he doesn't have to be secretive with his love, so he writes notes, does breakfast in bed, lets you do skincare on him, holds your hand proudly in public, and spoils you to no end.

Simon loves a sweet, milky tea. Don't let him lie to you. He likes 4 sugars and a heavy dose of cream or milk. It reminds him he isn't at work or in a shitty position where he can't enjoy a sweet treat. It's the epitome of indulgence to him. Simon loves a sweet tea from his sweet wife.

Not just with tea, but he has a sweet tooth for everything. He just can't stop himself when you make a fresh batch of sweets or pass by a bakery. He can't stand spicy food, though. If it's well seasoned, that's one thing, but if it's spicier than his favorite salsa/hot sauce, he won't enjoy it nearly as much. Of course, he knows there are worse things, so he will eat without complaint regardless of where you are, but you know when you see his neck starting to flush that it's too hot for him. He just doesn't see the joy in hurting both his tongue and ass for some food.

He is so incredibly polite. Some people like to confuse blunt or straightforward with rude and cold, but that's not right. Simon always says "Please", "Thank you", "Sir", and "Ma'am". He doesn't understand why you would be rude to someone for no reason. Simon also always leaves a nice tip for servers, etc. Dealing with people all day long would kill his social battery, so he leaves them a little extra for their brave choice to deal with the public.

Simon has such a nice physique, but it takes quite a bit to maintain. He doesn't want to miss out on any time with you, so he will go super early in the morning when you're still sleeping at home. He doesn't like working out in front of people if he can help it. He usually lets his guard down when he's focusing on form or straining to finish his last set of 250lb bench presses. He showers and is back in bed for cuddles before you even start to stir awake.

He loves animals. They remind him that goodness and innocence still exist in the world. While he may be embarrassed being seen with a small doggy in his arms, he will still love and spoil them to no end. Doing even get him started on cats. He will just sit in the same room as one and feel so understood. Reptiles, fish, etc. he loves them all.

Simon likes a rare steak. He doesn't like it cooked any more than that, but he will suddenly love medium if it's what you made. (He calls it shoe leather if overcooked anywhere else)

He has such nice teeth. Despite the stereotypes around British people and having bad teeth, Simon's are naturally pretty straight. He uses floss and mouthwash as well as a whitening toothpaste.

He will do whatever accent you have (if it's different than yours) just to see you giggle.

Simon added your birth month flower into his arm sleeve. The one sweet thing that's permanently on his body and it's dedicated to you.

He loves taking baths both with and without you. They relax his muscles in a way that showers can't. Having such a big, heavy body means gravity isn't on your side, so when he can have some relief in the tub, he's a happy man.

NSFW BELOW: If you are under 18 please scroll :)

Simon can be rough, but he prefers not to be. You're his sweet little thing, why would he want to put you in a position that is anything but comforting and full of love? Sure, if you're into the more kinky stuff, he will gladly oblige, but he may not do anything that includes intense degradation.

He prefers to be praised and loved on rather than humiliated or degraded. Simon has endured enough of that growing up and in his job. He loves your gentle touches and sweet kisses, so different than what he normally experiences.

Simon cums so much. It's an obscene amount every time he cums. He will also go multiple rounds if you let him. Being away for so long means having several fantasies he wants to play out. You guys have long abandoned getting new sheets after they're stained with your love.

He is pretty insecure about his body. His scars, his proportions, anything really. Simon loves it when you reassure him and make him feel loved down to the bone. He even still blushes when he's getting undressed and your hungry eyes are eating him up.

His favorite position is sitting up with you riding him. Hugging you while you grind and bounce on his cock is heaven. He can see the pretty faces you make and see your tits jiggle, too. It's one of the best positions to get you to cum quick, which is always his goal. He would never deprive you of a quick release.

His cum tastes good. He eats pretty clean (and eats some extra things to make it taste good for you), so you never mind giving him a quick blowie to ease some tension

He is a munch. He loves to feel your thighs fight against his hands as they quake and shiver from the use of his tongue on your pussy. You'll hear how sloppy he's being and the moans he's letting out as he humps the bed. It's such a turn-on for him, he can't help it.

Simon is vocal in bed. Why be quiet when you can be loud and tell everyone how good your partner is being. Whines, whimpers, moans, cursing, you name it. He knows how much you love hearing him, so he does nothing to hide his noises of pleasure.

If you liked this, please send some more suggestions and Simon quirks to my inbox so I can continue this list!

[propertyofwicked]

HOT WINGS - LN

lando and his girlfriend take on the quadrant hot wings challenge

based on this request ✧ my inbox is open! ✧

warnings - literally none, quite short, some swearing. this is mainly just chaos if im completely honest

masterlist the playlist

“ok guys we’re starting off easy - this is siracha, i believe,” max said, looking to lando and y/n who sat opposite him.

“easy? i get lemon and herb at nandos,” lando whined, but still taking a bite from the wing.

“lan it’s just siracha? that’s basically mayo?” y/n told him, staring in disbelief as she saw him wince at the spice.

“easy for you to say - you smother your food in it like there’s no tomorrow.”

“max just ask the question,” she prompted, ignoring her boyfriends complaints.

“ok bossy - erm, what was your first experience of motorsport?”

the two of them answered the questions as best as they could, max trying not to laugh harder with each spice increase. even y/n was struggling, but not as much as lando who was now turning red and standing up to walk off the pain.

“this is “da bomb” - 300,000 on the scoville scal- lando are you good?” max started, interrupting himself at the sight of lando ripping the lid off the ice cream tub.

“just ask the fucking question max,” lando shouted, whilst rubbing ice cream around his lips, “please.”

“you’ve gotta eat the chicken first you muppet,” y/n chimed in, holding out a wing with the tiniest amount of sauce on it.

“hold my hand,” he asked her, taking the wing from her before grabbing her hand and interlocking their fingers. his grip was tight, and it didn’t help that he remained stood up, so her arm was suspended in the air as they both took a bite of the chicken.

“hold my hand??” max said through his laughter, “you’re eating chicken not giving birth?”

“the pain is worse,” lando told him, quickly dodging the wing that y/n launched in the direction of his head.

“y/n - can you explain this photo for everyone please?” max asked, holding up his phone to show an image of her, fast asleep on his bathroom floor, shoes still on and her head using a box of fries and donner kebab as a pillow.

“max fewtrell you PROMISED you’d never bring that picture up,” she shouted, covering her mouth as the spice travelled.

“answer the question.”

“i was drunk and tir- and oh my god is this sauce even legal?” she asked him quickly, sticking her tongue out to attempt to weaken the intensity.

“you know there’s still more, right?” he laughed at her, watching the way her arms reached out to lando. though she didn’t want him, she wanted the ice cream he was clutching to his chest, but he wouldn’t give it up.

“lando pass me the fucking ice cream or ill tell everyone that you cry when you cum”

“oh god please cut that out,” lando laughed, though giving up the ice cream quickly.

“no denying it though mate?” max laughed out, smacking his hand on the table.

“my mouth is in too much pain. should i be sweating? why am i sweating?” he continued, grabbing the bottle of milk in front of him.

“lando - can you explain what happened in this picture here?” max asked, holding up his phone once more.

milk shot from lando’s mouth, spraying across the table and onto y/n as he saw the picture, laughter taking over.

“i’m just not cut out for cycling,” he said with a shrug, before downing another mouthful of milk.

“why was his picture so much nicer than mine?” y/n asked with a whine before shovelling more ice cream into her mouth.

“you always look good y/n,” lando tried to reassure her with a smile.

“shut the fuck up,” she replied, flinging a spoon of ice cream at him, melted slightly as it landed slap bang on his nose.

“i know you’re lashing out because of the spice but honestly that is quite refreshing,” he laughed at her, using the back of his hand to wipe the food away.

“ok - hell fire hot sauce, this one is 2 million on the scoville scale.”

“2 MILLION?” lando shouted at his friend, y/n mouth just opened in disbelief.

“it’s ok baby we’re almost done,” she told him, rubbing his shoulder softly.

“i can’t wait to feel my mouth again,” he replied, ignoring her affection slightly before turning to face her as he wiped the sweat off her forehead, “if you look like that i don’t want to imagine what i look like.”

“rude.”

the two of them took their final bites, trying to remain sitting still as the spice took over but with little success. y/n took to crouching down on the floor, clutching at lando’s arm as he laughed at her.

“y/n, final question - who is the best looking f1 driver?” max asked, looking between his friends with a grin.

“ever or current?”

“ever,” max told her as lando whipped his head round to stare at her intently, but she didn’t notice as she had turned her head to stare into the camera directly.

“jenson button i am asking for one chance,” y/n said bluntly, bringing her hands into a prayer.

“jens- Y/N?? are you kidding me right now?”

“he’s a good looking man what can i say,” she replied with a shrug, smiling wickedly at her boyfriend, “at least he doesn’t have ice cream running down his face right now.”

“what about current drivers?” lando asked her, attempting to remain composed despite the fire burning through his mouth. she turned her head to the camera again, slowly.

“fernando alonso i am asking for one chanc-”

“FERNANDO?” lando shouted, milk spilling down his top once more, “when my mouth doesn’t feel like literal hell we are so breaking up.”

“but if someone asked you who the best looking member of quadrant was you wouldn’t say me,” she retorted before taking a spoonful of ice cream.

“well no id have to say max.”

“exactly.”

“y/n don’t be silly - look at him!” lando shouted back, hand extending to point at the man who was now wheezing in laughter, clutching at his sides.

[gloomwitchwrites]

Morning After: Bonus Chapter

Alejandro Vargas x Female Reader

I know there was a request for this. It was sitting in my inbox for ages. But somewhere along the way, the physical ask disappeared when I went to make the draft. Thanks a lot, Tumblr. But this user knows who they are! (They saw it on Ao3 first).

For the masterlist and how to submit your own request, click HERE

Morning After - 141 Imagines Link

Content & Warnings: brief alcohol mention, one night stand, brief cock warming, unprotected piv

Word Count: 944

ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if series masterlist

The hint of stale cigarettes lingers on your tongue. Outside, you hear the lull of traffic, of people, of horns, of noise. It drills into your skull, leaving behind a throbbing sensation that might have been there upon waking. Thin rays of morning sunshine peek through the shut blinds, providing just enough light to see by.

Rubbing at your eyes, you stretch, the soft sheets twisting around your body further. A silent yawn follows, the joints in your knees and shoulders popping, muscles gently resisting. Within all of that is soreness, not only in your limbs but…between your legs. Shifting, the tenderness spikes, and you wince slightly.

Last night starts to come back in fragments—pieces.

A smokey bar. Music. A man kissing your neck as the two of you swayed to the beat.

For a moment, you smile, and then reality comes crashing down like a boulder. There was a bar, music, and plenty of liquor, but you went home with someone.

Slowly, you turn your neck, finding that someone.

Alejandro.

That’s his name. The one he gave you, the one you moaned while he was balls deep and licking stray droplets of tequila off your nipples.

He’s asleep and on his stomach, one large, muscled arm bent under the pillow to support his head. The bedsheet pools at his hips, revealing his bare back and portions of his legs.

More memories follow.

You straddling his lap, lips connecting, grinding on his thigh as he told you how pretty you looked. There was tequila—a river of it. A walk back to his place. There was no pause. No space for breath. When he had slammed the door shut, you were already reaching for him, the two of you shedding clothes quickly, fucking on the floor before eventually making it to the bed.

The soreness between your legs makes itself known again. As you adjust, a sticky residue rubs at your inner thighs. Reaching under the sheet, you examine the area, only for your fingers to come back with a substance you know all too well.

Alejandro groans, and then the bed beneath you dips slightly as he rolls onto his side, stretching. Those dark eyes open, and immediately find you.

“Good morning,” he purrs, a husky quality to his voice.

Your pussy immediately clenches in anticipation. The two of you might have fucked like animals trying to reproduce last night, but what’s a morning of doing the same? Even though it’s returning in fragments, you did enjoy yourself.

“Morning,” you reply softly.

“You moved away in your sleep,” he says, and it sounds like a complaint.

You open your mouth to reply but Alejandro is already reaching out for you, using that brute strength to roll you onto your side and pull you against him. His warmth instantly greets you, wrapping you up, muscles relaxing into that comfort.

He sighs, nuzzling your neck. Lips brush just behind the shell of your ear, making you shiver. One large hand slides to your front, lowering until it almost grasps your sex. His other arm curves just under your neck, that hand lightly resting at your throat.

Like this, your body responds, wanting closeness. And it’s clear that his body wants you too. His dick rests against the curve of your ass, all hardness.

Alejandro’s mouth shifts, his lips pressing kisses to the exposed portions of your neck between his fingers. “Let me in,” he murmurs. “Warm me up.”

His hand against your pelvis shifts to your thigh, and you lift in invitation. Hooking your foot at his calf, you create enough of an opening for Alejandro to shift his hips. The head of his cock drags over your skin and then settles at your entrance. Alejandro’s breath is warm against your skin.

He gently rocks forward. Though the tenderness flares slightly, your pussy eagerly accepts him, adjusting like it’s remembering the memory of him inside you. The moan you let out is more a whimper as he sheaths himself entirely.

Alejandro holds there, not thrusting, not moving, only kissing your neck and shoulder. His fingers gently clasp your chin, shifting your face enough that he can find your lips. You melt under that connection, accepting it like a refreshing glass of cold water.

As your hips press back involuntarily, Alejandro squeezes your thigh, keeping you still as he holds himself inside you.

“Not yet, mi vida,” he croons.

The hand upon your thigh relaxes, shifting lower until he finds his prize. You gasp against his mouth, pussy clenching around his cock as Alejandro’s index finger circles your clit.

He hums with contentment. “That’s what I want.”

A few more strokes and your thighs quiver.

“Almost,” he whispers.

The slick sound of his fingers sliding over and around your clit overshadow everything else. An orgasm builds—sharp and ready to strike. It doesn’t take much until your breath hitches and your cunt clamps down on him.

Alejandro begins to move, hips rocking back and forth in a steady motion. But he never ceases touching you—never stops teasing your clit with his fingers. Every moan and gasp you give him is greedily consumed, his tongue delving into your mouth for a taste.

It is intimate. Passionate. And you hardly notice when his pace increases.

Not until he gently shifts you onto your stomach, his cock never slipping out once as he adjusts.

The pillow is cool against your cheek.

Your arms are pinned above your head by the wrists.

Alejandro pumps savagely, murmuring in Spanish like he’s sending a prayer to the heavens.

You lift your hips, spread your legs a little wider, and smile.

[shiyosugi]

SICK BLUE LOCK BOYS LETTING THEIR GIRLFRIEND TAKE CARE OF THEM

CHARACTERS: (MY FAVOURITES) Yoichi Isagi, Shoei Baro, Sae Itoshi, Ikki Niko, Ryusei Shido, Rin Itoshi PART 2 - Meguru Bachira, Rensuke Kunigami, Hyoma Chigiri, Reo Mikage, Seishiro Nagi

A/N: If any of you guys wanted me to make a part 2 of my previous headcanons, do tell me in the comment or tell me privately! My inbox is always open for suggestions and talks! This one is short and bad ugh but I need to keep myself writing.

YOICHI ISAGI || He likes the idea of you taking care of him when he is sick because you are so gentle with him. Trying your best to make sure he is going to be fine and how mature you act.

SHOEI BARO || His pride is not as strong as his fever so he lets his guard down and let you take care of him, even though he doubts that you can do a good job he doesn't care. As long as he can take a rest and let someone he loves takes care of him. It is a bit hard for him to get sick but when he does, he becomes irritated easily so seeing you really make an effort for him puts him at ease.

SAE ITOSHI || He is extra quiet when sick which make you misunderstood his behavior and thought that he is mad at you, until he shows the obvious sign that he is sick. You offer to let you take care of him while at first he doesn't look like he wants it but he lets you do either way. The fact that you are very serious with bringing him back to his fullest makes him happy.

IKKI NIKO || He uses his illness as an excuse to make you stay with him. Take care of him please, he is somehow even more clingy when he is sick but he doesn't want to get his illness on you so he tries his best to restrain himself from getting too close with you.

RYUSEI SHIDO || He can be a little dramatic, constantly asking for your attention. Even though he is sick he won't miss a chance of trying to tease you and when you scold him for not listening to your advice he just laugh it off but this time he will listen to your advice, he just don't want you to be all serious.

RIN ITOSHI || Like Sae and Ikki, he is extra quiet when sick but would silently asking for your attention. You understand him so he doesn't need to say anything to get you pay attention to him. He just let you take care of him and say nothing. He is being obedient to you and will not complaint whatsoever.

[archie-sunshine]

NEW INBOX RULES.

So here's the deal. I really do enjoy taking requests, its fun, i like doing it, even though my art is a tad bit slower now, i enjoy fielding art requests because its just entertaining for me to draw.

BUT. There is a really huge issue in my inbox of people not reading my rules or my faq before asking. So here's my new rule. I'm writing this out here in this big post so everyone knows.

HERE'S THE DEAL:

Every Thursday, I will open requests. They will stay open until Sunday evening, when I will close them up.

HOWEVER.

the exact moment that I receive an ask that breaks my rules, the inbox is closed, and the ask in question gets posted to my blog so that everyone can see why the requests were closed.

By sending me an ask, these are the terms you agree to to receive free art from me.

I will not hear or tolerate any complaints towards my handling of my own personal askbox. Keep in mind I am GIVING YOU ART FOR FREE and this is a PRIVILEGE not something anyone is OWED.

Got it? good. Now you can send me an ask! (IF THE INDICATOR IN MY PINNED POST IS SET TO 'REQUESTS OPEN' AT THE TIME YOU SEE THIS)

I'm going to link my faq and rules under the cut one more time!

[yandere-yearnings]

Shame on me 😰 I swear every time I think of your characters I skedaddle to your inbox, I was just thinking.. Can Sun and Vio sit on my face? Like.. Both are so fine and honestly I DO want a piece of that ass 💕💕

there is absolutely no shame to you for doing so nonnie, actually it makes me really happy to hear❗️❗️ you're always, always welcome into my inbox whenever, even if it takes me a while to respond i do read and acknowledge everything🥺💕 also, ofc they can🩷

NSFW under the cut!

"But... what if you suffocate- fuck!"

Today, you didn't have the patience. Sun's thighs clamped around your head and your fingers dug into the flesh. Good on your tongue, weight that you'd been craving all this time he was locked up in his room — writing, writing. His manuscript was nowhere near complete, but you'd dragged him out anyway, said you missed him because you did. Sun could never say no to you. Sun loved you, and everything you could reduce him to.

Biting his swollen bottom lip, looking down at you with tears in his eyes. Reluctance and desire swirling in brown swathes, his arm out, gripping the headboard for stability you were refusing to give.

"Sun," his name heated on the skin of your teeth, indents into flexing muscle, "let loose, c'mon, just relax for a bit. Don't I always take care of you?"

"Don't wanna hurt you, Y/N," he sniffled, always quick to cry on your loving touch, "'m heavy..."

Kneading his ass softly, coaxing, you whispered, "that's perfect for me, though, isn't it?" His hips stuttered a bit, and you used it as leeway to pull him down completely. "You put it all on me, baby. Make it so you're all I know."

♡♡♡

"I'm gonna fucking fall asleep at this rate," Vio's manicured fingernails clawed at your chest, his hips rocking down while you worked your tongue on him, "you should put in more effort, how do you even get anyone off like this?"

"I'd put in more effort if you'd just shut up," you bit back, words muffled, "you're killing the mood."

Vio's retort was cut off by a sudden moan, and you grinned. For as much as he liked to make a big deal of things, his complaints were always empty. Even if you couldn't see his face like this, you knew well what his expression would be — mouth open, pretty blue brows all scrunched up.

Warm spit and drool, spilling down your chin. The sheets had grown damp from it. Debauchery on the wetted appendage that slipped into him; hit that spot, once, twice, continuously. Vio gasped for you, tried to hide his desperation by covering his mouth, but it was no use when his hands were shaking.

Back arching into a delicate curve, teetering precariously on the edge of ecstasy and pride — his calling your name had never sounded sweeter.

[gossamyrrh]

ㅤ— ⟢ 𝔅𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝔜𝐎𝐔 𝔉𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖

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i adore receiving asks ! i’m very introverted, and it may take me some time to answer, but i enjoy interacting with everyone nonetheless. my inbox is always open, make a home of it 🐰 !

what i do not tolerate, though:

criticism (of certain degrees) complaints, and trauma dumps (of certain degrees)

malicious asks or anons

drama & discourse

spam liking. >4 and you will be blocked !

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i have zero tolerance for entitlement and disrespect. you may make a request, but it is up to me whether i accept it, and when i post it!

> READ MY IN DEPTH REQUEST GUIDE

thank you for getting this far ! you have received my blessing, and may now visit the temple . . .

like pinned to lmk you’ve read the rules

[writingquestionsanswered]

I'm planning on publishing my written fiction online in both Portuguese (my native language) and in English (the other language I speak which might help to share the story with more people), but something is worrying me.

I watched a movie where the a main character (a writer) had a book that wasn't popular and another character "translated" into her language (what she actually did was rewrite it as an erotic novel) and the book was super loved there (the readers didn't know the book was supposed to be different)

Sometimes I see artists who allow fans to share translations of their comics, but I'm concerned on what could happen if someone asked for permission to translate. Do you think it's worth the risk of someone making my story popular with something that goes against my values, like supporting disregard to a human right or making it erotic when it was supposed to be family-friendly?

Worried About Fan Translations

I want to be clear that this advice is specific to fiction published online versus e-books or print books, which are a different matter entirely. First and foremost, if you post a story online, give permission to a fan to translate it, and then they rewrite it into something else, that is plagiarism and a copyright violation, and you have every right to ask them to take it down. If they refuse to cooperate, you can threaten them with a lawsuit, even if you don't really have the means to follow through. That could be enough to get them to take it down. If not you can report them to the platform for stealing your work. You can also let your fans know that this person has stolen your work and to please block them or refuse to engage with them.

If you post a story online and are approached by a fan who asks to translate it into their native language, there are some things you can do to potentially protect yourself:

1 - Do not give them permission to post the translation on their own account. Thank them for their offer and let them know you're happy to let them translate the story, but they will need to e-mail it to you so you can have it vetted and post it on your own account with credit. Be clear that you do not give them permission to post a translation on their own account. That way, not only does it dissuade people who are only interested in plagiarism or benefiting off your hard work, it also means you keep full control of your story and its translations.

2 - Do your best to vet the translation. You can try to find a beta reader who is fluent in that language who can read it and make sure it's a good translation, though you'll likely have to pay them, which is worth it to make sure the translation is accurate. Or you could copy chunks of the story into Google Translate, which isn't a great translation service, but at least you'll see right away if the person has added erotica or written anything that's drastically different.

3 - Do your best to vet the translator. Another thing you can do is try to vet the translator. Ask them if they've ever translated a story before, and if so, ask them for examples. Look at their account and see if they have posted other translations or have posted links to translations. Investigate the authors of the stories they translated and see if there are any complaints. Read through the comments of the original story and the translation (you may again have to use Google Translate if it's a language you're not familiar with... not perfect, but just fine for this application...) are similar. If a lot of comments on the translation mention elements that aren't mentioned in the source story comments, that's a potential red flag.

I hope that helps!

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[live-laugh-lenney]

Hey babe ❤️❤️

Genuinely obsessed with your writing!!!!

Could you do george as a new dad, like the first meeting his baby girl, family introductions, then like going home from the hospital and just like general life after having george’s baby girl. thankyouuuuu ❤️❤️

you guys really love the trope of girl-dad!george, huh? i think this is the most requested in my inbox atm, hahah. i have no complaints though! i love the idea myself. :'))

every bump hurt.

every jostle was painful.

every turn made her ache.

but it was all worth the aches and the pains knowing that they were almost back home from the hospital, almost starting their journey as parents without any extended help from the doctors and midwives they had been graced with for the last couple of days. their little girl snoozing in her carrier as yn sat in the back of the car, completely in love and unable to tear her eyes away from her cute button nose and the soft tufts of brunette hair on top of her head.

"this guy behind, he may as well sit in my boot. at least take me out to dinner first."

"go a little faster then. it is thirty down this road, george," yn informs him, taking her eyes from the baby to see him shaking his head at her and glancing at her in the rear-view mirror, "babe-"

"we have precious cargo in the back, yn. i'm not going over twenty."

"i know but she's safe. you're a safe driver. i think we'll be okay. home is only round the corner."

"i know but-"

at that moment, the car that was behind george had chosen to over-take them and george just rolled his eyes at them and continued on his slow drive down the road as they let a string of profanities fall off their tongue... silently, obviously, because the windows were up and, honestly, neither of them cared what the guy had to say.

"what a tosser."

"language!" george squawked out loudly, before clasping his hand over his mouth in shock at the volume and yn snickers softly as he takes a glance in the mirror to see if he disrupted his baby's snooze, "goodness me, you have a foul mouth."

"at this rate, we'll be bringing our second baby home by the time we get back to our flat."

and when they arrive back at their flat, he's so careful.

he has the baby carrier hanging from his arm with their snoozing little lady laid up inside, tucked into the crook of his elbow, but he was also carrying the baby bag over his shoulder because he didn't want her to carry anything heavy or do anything too strenuous in case she injured herself - she had just given birth and it was the least he could do. all yn had to do was open the front door to their flat and take things as slowly as she needed to.

he makes her a cup of tea, has a plate of biscuits set up on the living room coffee table, makes sure a blanket and plenty of pillows are in arm's reach so she didn't need to move or get up to make herself a bit more comfortable. and they enjoy their newfound life of being a mum and a dad to a baby.

"the boys are wondering if they can pop by."

yn looks up from her phone and over at george, who's stretched out on the sofa with their little girl flat against his chest, his eyes closed in content with a hand flat against her back, fingers drawing soft and delicate circles into the baby's back.

"do you want them to come by?"

"it would be nice to see them," yn smiles softly, "we've had a couple of hours to ourselves, had a little snooze. i think they're itching to meet her."

"only if you're up for it," he opens his eyes and looks at her, slowly sitting himself up to not jostle the baby on his chest, "they won't be here for long, right?"

she shakes her head.

"no, no. mister television messaged me. asked if he and chris could come down with some presents now they know where back home," yn explains and george nods softly, "an hour or so?"

george hums along in agreement and closes his eyes again, getting in as much peace and quiet as he could before his friends turned up in their home, his eyes aching from how sleep deprived he was slowly starting to feel having been up most of the night as they welcomed their baby into the world in the early hours.

and when they turn up, they're so quiet.

quieter than they had ever been.

chris greets yn first, hugging her gently and pressing a kiss against her cheek, a basket in his hand full of soft cuddly toys and some baby necessities that they could never have too much of.

"hello, you," he whispers softly, "congratulations."

"thank you, christopher," she hums back, releasing her arms from his body and letting him into the house, "george has her on the sofa if you want to go in and see her."

"it's crazy thinking george is a dad now," he admits, with arthur hot on his heels as he steps foot into the house, letting yn close the door behind him, "is he sleeping?"

yn shakes her head, "he's just laying down, eyes closed, but he's not asleep," and she allows arthur to bring her in for a hug, also pressing a kiss to her cheek as he states his congratulations, timidly walking in a little further with his own gift bag hanging from his fingers.

and it's the sweetest thing to see their friends meet their new baby who was going to be so loved and cared for by so many people in her life. watching as george placed his daughter in chris' arms, eyes so trained on the little baby, tiny fingers gripping on his fingers as he lets her cosy into the crook of his arm.

"she's so tiny," chris whispers, "i'm scared i'm going to break her."

"this is the first time george has let go of her since she's been in the world," yn snickers softly and george comes to stand beside her, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into his side, "she's going to be such a daddy's girl, i can tell."

"she's going to have so much love thrown her way," arthur says from where he was sat in the living room, "she's got so many people who are so excited to see her, to meet her, to watch her grow up."

"given how you guys were when i was pregnant, she's got three extra dad's with how much you guys are going to spoil her," yn laughs softly and george rolls his eyes dramatically, a laugh rolling off his tongue, "i think she's very lucky. to have such a good support system around her already."

"you've got daddy who watches her every move but then you've got the cool uncles who will let her get away with murder," arthur grins cheekily at george and the man flips him off with a middle finger, "hey! i'm just saying, we'll be the ones taking her out when she's able to drink and party."

"let's not think about that, yeah? she's less than twenty-four hours old, i don't want to think about her being eighteen," george informs them and watches as chris carefully passes the baby over to arthur, "be careful with her, television."

"i've had baby siblings, pal. i think i've got this," arthur smiles softly and his eyes widen as the baby starts to sniffle and wake up, her eyes trained on the man above her, "hello, little one."

they're there for an hour, having sipped on cups of tea and nibbled on biscuits, talking about the birth and the labour and how george had been in her time of need and it was a sweet moment where no jokes were shared or silly stories where told. it was just them, having a proper and civilised conversation, interest being solely on herself and george and their new baby.

when they leave, and it's just the two of them, they couldn't have been more excited yet nervous about being left alone for the first night. they set their little girl down in the bassinet connected to her side of the bed, tucking themselves into bed, making sure they had everything in their bedroom to make a midnight feed much easier for them to do.

"mum and dad are only down the road in the hotel, they just got there so," george yawns and stretches out down the bed, "if we need them, i'm sure they'll come by."

"i know," yn smiles tiredly, situating herself on the bed and laying down comfortably, "mum and dad are coming by tomorrow. although mum said she has her phone on loud if i need her through the night."

"we've got this," he looks at her and presses a kiss to her lips, "it's us three now." xx

[fxckn-sxck-fr]

When the x reader tag is clogged by asks, memes, text posts, and people complaining about fanfic authors/or a lack of content😭😭

And don’t get me started on finding dc fics that aren’t Batfamily here, feel like I gradually like Jason less and less each year, he’s so overrated…

Like where are the essentials?? The fluff, the angst, the in character smut??

If you don’t mind me asking, what characters are you talking about?? Because I feel like this could apply to a lot of the characters on your Masterlist 😔

(Sorry for so many yap asks in a row, I just get so fired up about this.)

(Also, if this somehow ends up in any character x reader tags, I’m so sorry. It wasn’t intentional. Tumblr’s algorithm just works in mysterious ways like that.)

(Added a cut for this post cuz it’s kinda long.)

It’s so fucking frustrating, good lord. Especially the posts complaining about a lack of content. Not only does it make the actual legitimate writing content harder to find, but it’s also just completely tone deaf the current harassment problem happening to fanfic writers. Like, don’t get me wrong, I’m also bummed out about the reader-insert drought, but as someone who’s been harassed off of previous writing blogs, you have to understand how those kinds of posts hit a sore spot for me.

Ah, yes. Btfm (derogatory) (<- and also written like that to avoid showing up in the Btfm tag). There’s honestly no way to talk about my grievances with Btfm as a concept without people thinking I’m a pretentious gatekeeper, so I’m not even gonna open that can of worms. Also, sorry to all my Jason-enjoyers out there. I love y’all, mwah. You guys are totally welcome in my humble abode. Your man, though? Yeah, no. I’m forcefully pushing him out the door with a broom. And with the current state of the Dick tag, it’s just given me more incentive to utterly despise that guy. Bro really comes in and fucks up everything, both in and out of the comics, LMAO. Kind of poetic, actually.

I made the OG post about this because of Dick. You’re totally right about it being applicable to a lot of characters on my masterlist (eye twitch), but it’s definitely the comic book men that are suffering the most. Weirdly enough, this isn’t as prominent of a problem with anime men and video game men. Like, there are still irrelevant posts in their tags, but those are spaced out enough with legitimate writing posts for it to be a nonissue. My poor Dick tag, though… if it’s not filtered out yandere Btfm or Jason posts, then it’s the memes/text posts/complaints issue or unspecified CW smut posts (I am 100% an advocate for writing whatever the hell you want, but PLEASE give the proper warnings beforehand; that includes any mentions of the reader’s gender).

I just… yeah. I’m taking one for the team and going back to totally SFW writing. We really are missing the essentials right now and it’s hurting the reader-insert ecosystem. I’ll drop the blog url when I finally post something.

(Also, before any of y’all translate this as me abandoning this blog, I’m not, don’t worry. I’m still working on shit here. Always have been. Nevah stopped the grind. I do want y’all to keep in mind that I write as a hobby, so there’s really no such thing as “a break” from this blog, and if anything, this blog is my “break” from life. A little treat from the horrors, if you will. Trust me, I wish I could post more often, but… nothing I can really do about real world responsibilities and stuff. Bwomp.)

But, yeah. You know what they say, be the change you wanna see in the world. I guess I owe it to the people after complaining so much about this. Lowkey, I think that’s also why the complaining posts rub me the wrong way. Why clog up the tags even further when you can take this as an opportunity to get a little creative? I don’t wanna write for people who just view me as a reader-insert ChatGPT, y’know?

^ And when I say this, I by no means wanna shame anyone from sending in asks. I have a lot of bangers in my inbox that I just haven’t had the time or motivation to sit down and think about (also, I really want my next writing post to be part 4 of my Older Brother series, so that’s what all of my energy has been going into recently). Y’all are such a great crowd, and I need you guys to understand how refreshing this is compared to my past experiences. Love each and every one of you, MWAH.

[sadie-bug345]

i lost the request but this was by another anon btw😟😭

gang w/ a down bad alt!reader🧌

ponyboy:

probably surprised when you just kept tagging along w him everywhere he went

as the youngest child however, this guy does love the attention you give him

he says he likes your rings? they’re his immediately

its honestly super cute

cause he likes you a bunch too

johnny:

as we know johnny don’t get a lot of attention at home

so, like pony, he is a little taken aback when he finds out how whipped you are for him

its an ego boost that my boy needs though

cause i think he grew up being seen as a total burden and a bother by his family

but then you spawn in and you’re like “uh no babes you’re like my world”

you two are just rlly sweet to each other😭❤️

sodapop:

he was surprised how down bad you were for him

cause he is the EXACT same way but for you

he thinks your style is like the best

you two are just obsessing over each other

its like the either person can do no wrong

but when you guys do slip up the other person is understanding

yall totally turn heads in the best way.

darry:

you offer to help him with like ANYTHING around the house

jus cause you love him sm😭🥰

and at first he’s like “uh…what?” cause he’s used to living with slacker kid brothers🧍‍♀️

but he really appreciates you and all you do for him

he’ll get you concert tickets to your favorite bands

darrys definitely the type to repay you if you ever do something extra to help him out

like you make dinner one day? next morning he’ll take you shopping

you help pony study for a test? the list goes on.

dally:

bro is used to everyone around him as a kid just looking out for themselves

so naturally he looks out for himself

but when you guys start dating and you’re so sweet to him he’s like 🫢 “i like this”

like darry he’ll treat you

one time you helped dally just totally revamp his spare room at bucks and then he surprised you with concert tickets

well not tickets, you two just kinda snuck in

BUT ITS OK

cause now you two look out for each other🥰

two-bit:

you crack up SO MUCH at his jokes

like even his dumb ones that he doesn’t expect anyone to laugh at

youre there like a laugh track in a sitcom

its so sweet cause he’s like she fr has my EXACT sense of humor yk?

yall just wreak havoc on tulsa i can’t lie

and you go along with it cause you think he’s the coolest.

steve:

bro at this point is probably used to just being sodas sidekick

or known just as sodas sidekick at least

but when he noticed you actually paid attention to his complaints or when he’s rambling abt cars

hes like “oh so this is the coolest person ever” LMAO

he really likes you and is honestly just as down bad🫢🤫

ANYWAYS thanks for requesting!! my inbox is open🥰🫶

[lauronk]

hi just wanted to complain or get reassurance or I don’t even know what

the last of us has been my obsession since 2013

when the first season came out (ten years later lol) I was so fucking happy cause FINALLY so many talented people who write awesome stuff (including you, obviously) know about this story

I found so many incredible works on ao3 and been reading them almost every day since 2023

but then

season 2 came out

and I just

didn’t enjoy it🥺🥺🥺

don’t get me wrong, some parts are pretty cool but in general it’s just not for me (have my reasons but I’m don’t want to start an argument ofc, to each their own and stuff)

I haven’t read or watched any stuff about TLOU basically since the last episode had aired

just can’t really cause I’m so disappointed

what do I do my friend

sooooo

I believe you really like season 2

maybe you can talk about the parts you like the most?

also

I’ll try to read your recent work as soon as I can maybe it’ll help

or maybe streetlights (so good, my fav comfort fic ever)

yeaaaaaah

hi friend! sorry for the delay in response, i just got back from a trip and have been trying to remember how my daily life works lol sorry in advance for the wall of text but i never can help myself from yappin'

first off, you're definitely not alone in not enjoying s2 as much as s1! many of my friends did not, and i had my fair share of complaints about it still (all of which can be traced back to WHY DID YOU ONLY GIVE US SEVEN EPISODES WTF CRAIGORY). i hate that it seems to have put a damper on your general enjoyment of tlou but hopefully that doesn't last!

i would say, if you're really seeking to find that enjoyment again, play the games again! or watch a playthrough, and/or rewatch season 1! reread your favorite fics (and i'm not just saying that because you mentioned streetlights lol) see if it still sparks that magic of it all again for you.

if you're not really looking to recapture the magical feelings rn, i would just give yourself a break from it. find another game or show or book to occupy you for a bit, let your mind reset, and then try again.

mainly just remember: there's no law that says you have to love every piece of content made by/about your favorite show (this also goes for books and movies, etc). you can love and adore s1 and that does not mean you are obligated to feel the same about s2! if you rewatch s1, that doesn't mean you immediately have to follow it with s2. you can watch s1 again and again and never look at s2 if you don't want to.

as to the parts that i personally enjoyed? i thought the show was extremely well-acted, very well-shot. i loved the way they fleshed out dina, i thought that isabella just absolutely killed it. the whole cast did, really. and of course, ep6 was a standout to me. ep2 was as well, though i know that's not one anyone's exactly clamoring to rewatch lol but i loved seeing tommy and maria in action, seeing the way jackson functions. i loved all of the scenes with the Infected, anything with jesse, really loved seeing jeffrey wright as isaac again.

i hope that helped! and if you ever need to vent or talk my inbox is always open 💜

[swansong-if]

Noo please don't say a route is the "real" route, that's always so heartbreaking for me as a player!

What I love in IF and VNs is the freedom of choice, and how it's the route the player picks which is the "true" one because they chose it... To have something labelled as the "true" ending is a VN trauma for me since it was a common thing at some point, but I never saw this in IF.

PS: don't take this too seriously though! I'm not mad nor actually complaining or anything! But it's true it genuinely makes me a bit sad

Please note that I said the polymance is "in my heart" the "real" route, not narratively. Meaning that just as you experience the story as a reader, in a way I also do, and as a reader I simply think these characters are at their best when they're together. That doesn't have to be true for every other reader.

'Freedom of choice' in interactive fiction does not mean the player has complete control over the narrative or characters; recently I see this view a lot in IF circles and I think it leads to some unpleasantries in authors' inboxes (eg. complaints when the playable character acts in a way that isn't compliant with what the reader was headcanoning, or when the love interests act like individuals who exist outside of the PC/MC instead of just being there to be romanced or ignored). While that isn't the case here, it's a good thing to reflect on.

I would absolutely never say anything of the sort or claim a single character as the main love interest if this was your typical IF with a bunch of ROs, nor do I intend to put less care of attention into writing every single variation, especially because as a writer I find absolute delight in imagining how a definite scene can vary a lot depending on the characters' state or choices; the polymance in particular definitely doesn't get any favouritism, given that it will be last to be written.

I've read many stories where you could tell there was a main love interest despite it officially being untrue and the ROs weren't treated equally, and it's a major pet peeve of mine so I made sure to create two characters I absolutely love and I'm being as attentive as I can when writing them. If that won't show in the game, I'll definitely be open to criticism and suggestions to fix it. But until then, I'm sorry to say whatever you read into it has more to do with your own headcanon and what you project onto the story/characters.

(Sorry for the very long reply, this is just a topic that is quite dear to me and I couldn't help but try to make things as clear as possible!)

[lilacella]

German Sirius & Remus Calendar Master Post

Hello hello,

You have reached the sloth blog. I mostly post about marauders (wolfstar, prongsfoot, sucius, jilypad, wolfstarbucks and who knows what else will turn up). Prongsfoot is my otp though.

I am not a fan of fanon characterizations of the marauders, so if you are looking for that you came to the wrong place I'm afraid. Also, obvs: FUCK JKR. We do not endorse the terfs on this blog. Scurry away and take your bioessentialism with you!

You can find some of my writing here or on my ao3.

More under the cut.

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Other stuff I'm into:

I also am a big fan of birds but not in a ornithologist type of way, more like "i love all birds and like to learn fun facts about them!" My faves are the Shoebill Stork, all types of geese and ducks, corvids and the Harpy Eagle.

Other Fandoms:

Good Omens

Dead Boy Detectives

Our Flag Means Death

Stardew Valley

Sherlock Holmes (not the BBC show, the books. Though I did like the show)

Lord of the Rings

Discworld (is that a classical fandom? Idk)

Feel free to send me asks about any of these! My inbox is always open😊

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Tag guideline:

#marauders complaint department - where I complain about fanon. Block if you're sensitive to salt.

#writing sloth - me yapping about writing

#sloth rambles - me yapping about my life and anything else

#prongsfoot propaganda - a collection of my favorite prongsfoot posts. Og and reblogs

#moodboard monday - I post a pinterest moodboard every monday (until I grow tired of it). It's usually HP themed but I might branch out one day

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Stuff I've written:

Nightsky, 11 chapters, completed, Wolfstar (on ao3)

Reindeer Games, 5 chapters, completed, Prongsfoot (on ao3)

Safehouse, 4 chapters, completed, Prongsfoot Mafia AU (on ao3)

99 problems, 7 chapters, completed, Wolfstar - werewolf activist AU for @casurlaub (on ao3)

__ WIPs__

Final Girls, 8 chapters, completed, Sapphic Wolfstar camp horror AU

The Seed of Doubt, 7 chapters, sort of Wolfstar but canon Remus is an OC called Otto 😅

Bachelorettes, 2/5 chapters, Sapphic Prongsfoot dating show AU

Evil Secret, 3/? chapters, highly problematic Sucius

--- ONESHOTS---

M is for Murder, ohhh what could this be what could this be?!

Man in the Mirror, Prongsfoot muggle soulmate AU

Strut, Prongsfoot fashion AU (on ao3)

1+1<3, sapphic Prongsfoot mathclub AU (on ao3)

She-Wolf in the Closet, sapphic Wolfstar in a night club setting (on ao3)

Kiss me, I'm drunk, Prongsfoot first kiss

Sleepless, Prongsfoot first kiss cuddling in a band bus

Birthday Boy, Gen/Prongsfoot Sirius 17th birthday ficlet

Runaway Dog, Prongsfoot, opener to a Wolfstarbucks Roommate AU

Shorts Stories, Prongsfoot, series of smutty oneshorts surrounding a pair of very short shorts

[crzyimp]

Wander and Monkey: Dragon Boat Festival

Prompt: The duo at the dragon boat festival making Zongzi and Monkey(Wukong) missing his family

Warning: Angst, but with comfort

Author's Note: A day late, but this is for my friend @sparrow-in-boots request and birthday gift! Feel free to send an ask or prompt if you liked my story. Inbox is open!

How on earth in all their centuries of living did they end up here, here making sticky rice balls, what's the word again? Zongzi, that was the name, wrapped in bamboo leaves to eat later or to toss it into the river. Wander didn't want to linger in the village during what seems to be a festival just around the corner, honoring a beloved poet or worshiping gods and dragons alike; several scents overwhelmed their nose as children and women walked by with silk sachets or the wormwood and calamus. Something about the smell irritated them and the last time they asked someone, they got strange looks and the logic behind it all was to ward away evil spirits. Their eyes drift over to Monkey, too absorbed in noticing he's being watched.

Their once tattered clothes and furs were finally replaced after enough complaints from Monkey about ‘scaring the locals more than him’ or ‘You look more beastly than man’; now most of their wardrobe matched the locals, all but their furry cloak and their walking staff. Over the long journey since they left home, there are still some things they can't let go, at least a keepsake of their homeland; how they long to return, but know deep in their hearts they can't. Wander shift their thoughts at how they got into this mess, well the one Monkey dragged them in.

Monkey, the same stubborn fool, asked Wander to stay and observe the upcoming festival. When he heard a quick and harsh no, all hell broke loose; the tiny bastard kept pulling and yanking their hair back to the village, the colorful words he used (certainly picked that up from Wander), to biting and kicking, normally the harassment or abuse they can easily ignored or brush off, but it had more power and gruffness that Monkey never had before. Wander soon relented and agreed to stay longer, just to get him to stop, their eyes still linger on him.

“Hey Monkey, why did you want to observe this festival so badly? It's not like we never encountered this before.” Wander’s ears twitch as the melodious hum, Monkey still focus on his zongzi. They continue as they shift back to their own zongzi, “Didn't we see this five years ago? Weren't the people there worshiping a god or a dragon? I recall seeing those folks on decorated boats.” They laughed at the memory, “And I happened to remember you jumping on one boat with a family close to the river's edge.” Monkey stopped, his eyes locked on the zongzi and the edge of his lips tugs downwards. “Oh, didn't they offer to invite us for dinner after we cleared the air? That's right,...” They nod to themselves in thought, “...the entire family was visiting as a reunion, it was certainly a sight to see; some seeing each other for the first time in years, or bringing new additions to the family like a spouse or a child. Must be nice for everyone to see each other again.”

whamp!

Their body jerks and the table shook, Monkey stared long and hard at his smashed zongzi splattered on the wooden table with some of the rice sticking on his callous hands. “Monkey's going to get more rice.” he said abruptly with an unrecognizable tone, Wander didn't had the chance to object that the two still had a full bowl of rice left when he marched off. Their eyes watched him head towards the direction of their camp; most people refused to lodge them due to the duo’s appearance, but neither of them minded as they were both at home beneath the stars. Still though, it concerns them that Monkey left like that, but it's also clear as day to them that he needs time to be alone. So they give him time to himself and wait for his return.

They waited for nearly two hours before their stomach twisted itself into a knot and a frown on their lips. Rolled up sleeves, sticky hands stained with fruits and nuts, and a completed batch of zongzi for the intended goal later on. And yet, Monkey hasn't arrived back with a better mood or a smile; instead Wander stands alone with knitted brows, hastily grabbing everything and marching back to camp. Normally he's back in ten minutes, thirty at most, but it's rare, too rare, that he's gone for this long.

Wander pays no mind when people move to the other side of the road or the whispered stares as they briskly walk past. Walk past the village’ outskirt and into the trees, close to the river, but just a little over at the edge of its rocky banks, and finally next to a fallen tree is where camp was set up. Their eyes wide at the sight of the only bedroll thrown half-hazardly over the ashy firepit and supplies scattered everywhere with Monkey's back towards them.

“Monkey!” everything falling from their hands, their vision blur, and the sudden burning friction on their knees as they rush to his side. Ignoring the mess, the potential culprit, the future clean up, the only thing that concerns them was their beloved friend. Their hands on him as fingers touch and feel for anything out of place, his body slumps into Wander's body before he climbs into their lap.

“Wander” his voice quiet and soft, small hands clasp tightly against their robes as Monkey buries his face and body into their chest. “I…I miss'em, I miss my family…” His body shakes and his tail curls in. The reason for his departure earlier. “I miss them so much and yet I can't remember what they sound like or their faces. It's been fifteen years and I'm scare Wander, I'm scared I'm going to die alone!”

Arms, arms bigger and stronger than his encase him, a hand nudges him to the sound of a beating heart and the other gently grooming him as he sobs. He feels his friend, his sole companion in his lonely journey, press their lips on the crown of his head, and in a warm whisper: “You have me.”

His arms, his gangly and hairy arms clasp behind their back, embracing them tightly and takes a deep breath. Taking in the comforting scent, their scent, a scent that reminisce of home and happy times. “Thank you, my beloved friend. Thank you.”

[localplaguenurse]

I am just nosy, forgive me. Can you describe each one of your mutuals?

Buckle up people and prepare to get complimented >:3c

First and foremost, they’re all absolute sweethearts to me.

There are my irl friends, such as @wretchedshade, @granolabird, @siriuscitrus and @scales-of-stardust or beta as I usually refer to them. I share the same braincell with these people.

Wretchedshade has been my best friend since we were ten, we’ve been there for each other for 11 years. I initially got her into anime, and then she got me into jojo, and every once in a while we cry about Doukyuusei again. She’s a great artist and is really good at writing sad shit, which is why I write sad shit; to have the glory of finally making her cry. She kicked cancer’s teeth in a few months ago so it’s about goddamn time something good come her way and I WILL fight someone on that.

Granolabird is the dm for my dnd campaign, and like I said, absolute sweetheart, chaotic adhd haver (actually like most of my friend group is like this lmao we’re all queer and neurodivergent). Either way, we used to share thoughts on each other’s original stories, and we still do sometimes but it’s mostly just sending each other tiktoks/reels like “this you” or “this your oc.”

Siriuscitrus is usually pretty hyper, but also tries to be v considerate of everyone’s feelings. If you said that the McDonald’s employee put pickles on your burger when you said no, they’d probably be the one to tell them. They’re also scarily good at vibechecking people and told me I give “future he/they vibes” and like a week later I said “fuck you’re right oh my god.”

You’ve probably seen me and beta’s interactions on here or in the ao3 comments. We enjoy our like playful rivalry/enemyship. I like to torment tease her and she usually gets me back pretty good, it’s all in good fun. It’s also really funny to me whenever we meet up, I tell myself “you are friends with them for reasons other than fic so do not make it about fic” and then we’ll spend literally hours talking about and brainstorming fic ideas. It just Happens.

I’m also gonna add @memory-mortis into here because while we’ve not met irl I’ve introduced him to my friend group. Yet another sweetheart, love her art style a lot, and she was one of the first comments I got on ginkgo trees to motivate me to keep going. I was kinda worried about bringing him into my friendgroup because like if I’m not overthinking I am not thinking At All. I was super relieved and happy that she like IMMEDIATELY fit in with everyone so :D

For some of my other close but only on tumblr/ao3/outside my general friendgroup mutuals! (There are too many so I’m sorry if you’re not here it’s mostly people I interact with more regularly ;-;)

@crimson-ashes who I have occasionally with absolute love called my “askbox gremlin” because they live in my inbox. I need to stress this is affectionate because genuinely, I love opening tumblr and seeing I’ve got asks from them. They gotta stop posting Astarion though because I’m feeling So Tempted to play BG but I know my laptop would kill itself (joking).

@crystalflygeo and I know I’ve called everyone sweethearts but genuinely, she’s probably one of the sweetest people I’ve had the pleasure of talking to. She’s really wholesome (unlike her writing which is never gonna be a complaint in my book, good soup) and super supportive of other people.

@madamemachikonew who’s super polite and really kind. She’s also really creative/smart when it comes to referencing real world art and philosophy in her writing and integrating it into her own worldbuilding. I would have never thought to have done that, and it makes her writing very unique!

We don’t interact as much but @probably-doesnt-exist, @ethve, @euniveve and @ainescribe are such talented artists and super sweet, have literally made me screech and cackle with utter joy whenever they draw the characters from ginkgo trees. I rotate through which art becomes my phone’s lock/home screens.

This is long af but fuck it, I wanna brighten people’s days and I told myself to say “I love you” to my friends and family more, so consider this one big “I love you!” to y’all. It’s a pleasure talking to y’all!