#ok inhale time to tag all these characters

[beehunterkisser]

pnf doodle compilasche

[comedicallyterriblemasky]

heyyyy, can i please get BEN, masky, and bloody painter with a S/O thats really funny

Characters: BEN Drowned, Masky (Not Tim), Helen Otis/Bloody Painter

S/O?: Yes

S/O type: Gender neutral

CW: None

Tags: SFW

A/N: Hiiii (:

Headcanons below!

BEN Drowned:

He has 12 y/o middle school boy humor so it isn't too hard to make him laugh but oh my god, the way he just wheeze-laughs when you tell a joke. Like, coughing up his ribcage laughing

If texting will send voice memos of him just dying

This man...., he probably needs an inhaler (Dw I got it)

Probably tells you at least ten times a day to become A comedian

Tries to return the joke but uh, the humor doesn't usually hit

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Masky:

He's a pretty silent person so uh usually a chuckle, A wheeze a best

He truly does think you're funny but it's hard to tell with the mask and lack of emotions he produces.

Might occasionally go: "Ok, that was pretty good now-" then continue with whatever he was doing

Tim finds you funny, laughs at all of the jokes once he trusts you

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Helen Otis:

Like Masky, he's also really quiet, but does giggle and chuckle a bit

Might go "...That wasn't funny" or "I don't get it" whilst Trying not to smile or burst out laughing

Really dry humor, but he does think you're quote "Quite a joy when it comes to humor." Or something

Might occasionally burst out laughing (Very rare) Then clear his throat and go back to being the proper little introvert he is

[tarahardcore]

TEMPTATION - ONE

Pairing: yoongi x original female character

Summary: Roos doesn't get along with Yoongi. But she's intrigued. She's curious alright. Some would say she's tempted. Some would say the same for Yoongi.

Warnings: this content is for mature audiences only.

Tags: Mature themes, (not so good) friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, suggestive sexual themes, drug use, mental health themes, open relationships, emotional cheating, immigrant!yoongi, musicproducer!yoongi, named original character lead, original female character.

Chapter word count: 741

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Author note: I published the masterlist post by accident hahaha, but since it got some notes I guess I should drop the first chapter and just get it out of the way. I'm still in the very early stages of editing this story and I need to figure out a schedule because there're ninety one chapters to this story (although many are on the shorter side) and I really, really don't wanna take 91 weeks to publish it. So I hope I can settle for at least two parts per week once I'm finished with editing the first part of the story. I wonder which days are best for new chapter drops.

I opened the door, already putting the cigarette in my mouth and feeling my pockets for the lighter. I wasn't even thinking, I just needed to get out and take a deep breath, with the help of my best therapist.

From time to time, and more often than I would like to admit, I wonder whether I am making the right choices for my life. Living with generalized anxiety disorder and yet to be in an endless routine of night outs is not so easy and even with everything under control I sometimes feel it: I feel like I need to escape the hustle and bustle, the people leaning against me, the loud music, the enclosed space... just so I don't lose control.

I finally found the lighter in my hoodie pocket, lit my cig and took a deep breath inhaling it at the same time as my mind started to clear.

"Smoking is bad for you, you know?"

Damn it. My sense of calm evaporated as soon as I recognized the familiar voice and felt his eyes on me.

He had this stupid smile on his lips and was leaning against the wall next to the door I had just left. I saw it all as soon as I turned to look at the owner of the voice.

He also smoked a cigarette.

"OK. Thank you for letting me know."

He continued to smile and didn't take his eyes off me. Out of instinct and experience, I moved away. A few steps took me closer to the street and I kept my back to him, curled up by the cold as I tried to enjoy my cigarette in peace. But again, his voice found my ears.

"You should have put your coat on before you came out to smoke."

That tone again.

"Are you my mother?" I asked, unable to hide the irritation and frustration in my voice.

He got the message and said nothing more until he finished his own cigarette, put it out on the wall, turned towards the door and entered without looking back.

I was finally alone.

The night was freezing and I should have put on my coat before coming out for a smoke.

He was not wrong, but at that moment it was not a question of whether he was right or wrong. I went out to find some calm when it became oppressive inside; I had neither the time nor the disposition for meaningless conversation. I wasn’t even able to make meaningful conversations.

It didn't take long for me to finish my fag too and I contemplated lighting another one.

I looked behind me and through the big windows in front of the bar I could see what was going on inside. Everyone was excited, the music was loud enough to be heard from the outside, and I could hear the muffled sound of the conversations that took place over the loud music.

It was not yet late enough for people to start dancing, but neither was it so early that people were completely sober. It was that transition moment in the night, when you can go home well or you can stay and let the night and alcohol be responsible for your choices.

Tonight, I already knew what my choice would be.

I looked at my watch and, checking the time, I decided I wouldn’t light another cigarette. I buried my hands in my hoodie pockets that weren't enough to keep me warm and balanced myself on the curb, taking one step after another.

I looked through the bar window again, shook my head slightly and, taking a deep breath, walked towards the door.

After dodging several groups of people who were distracted enough not to hear me asking permission to pass through, I finally reached the big table in the back of the room, the captive spot where my friends and I sat almost night of the week.

I stopped by the table and they looked at me with interest. I signaled that I would leave and some asked me to stay. Lotte, who was the closest to me, got up to check on me. With a whispered yes, I reassured her.

On the way back to the door, I felt that I was being watched and out of the corner of my eye I saw his eyes on me once again, but I did not turn to meet his gaze.

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Character voice

Thanks to *deep inhale* @buffythevampirelover here, @mk-writes-stuff here, @theelfauthor here, @drchenquill here, @somethingclevermahogony here,

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@willtheweaver here, and @winterandwords here!

I did not mean for this to get backed up so much. It seemed like every time I had time to sit down and do a couple of these, I'd get like 3+ more tags at a time. I love y'all, but holy shit.

It's ok, I finally got caught up. Below the cut is all of them.

"I really don't mind."

Lexi: "No, seriously, I don't mind at all."

Maddie: "I don't care."

Ash: "Honestly, I don't care; it's fine."

Gwen: "It's okay, I really don't mind."

Robbie: "Seriously, it's all good, I don't actually mind."

Akash: "No, you're fine. I actually don't mind at all."

Jedi: "I do not mind, actually."

Carmen: "Does it look like I care?"

"I've been waiting here all day."

Lexi: "Oh, you're here! Are you okay??" (Internally panicking that the schedule is off)

Maddie: "Finally. I've been bored."

Ash: "It's about time. Where were you?"

Gwen: "You're pretty late. What happened?"

Robbie: "Wow you finally made it. What were you doing, styling your hair? Hahaha"

Akash: "Um hey you're pretty late. Not that I, like, care about that. I've been late too. Hate being late. It sucks. Not that you suck." (Thinking: I AM AN IDIOT)

Jedi: "It is good to see you have arrived. I have been waiting for you all day. Not... That I am troubled by your unpunctuality."

Carmen: "I've been standing here all day what took you so long?!"

“I love you.”

Lexi: "I want you to know that I really, deeply care about you. Remember when we met? It was October 8, 2020, it was overcast, warm, and I was biking to school on a green bike, you on a pink one, and we got talking about how it wasn't fair that it was fall with no sun and almost 80 degrees! About ten minutes after that --"

Maddie: "I definitely feel something for you." (Does not elaborate)

Ash: "I obviously care a lot about you." (Says this if dealing with a regular friend or a crush)

Gwen: "Hey, this may be awkward, but I want you to know... I like...like you. But like, I mean, if you don't, that's totally okay."

Robbie: "Dude, how could I not love you, you're freaking awesome! I mean, if I had to choose anyone to always be there with me on crazy adventures, obviously you!!"

Akash: "I think it may be a little early, but... I want to tell you I love you. I think it's perfectly normal to love your friends and partners, but I dunno, apparently it's weird to say that until you're 'ready'. But I do. Like, we're definitely friends but seeing you laugh and smile while you had part of your chocolate hazelnut frozen yogurt with rainbow sprinkles and marshmallows, I realized... I really love you."

Jedi: "I wanted you to know I care about you. It is really important to me that you know that."

Carmen: "I don't see why my 'loving' you is an issue. It's simply a neurological response in the brain." (Internally this runs very deep)

"I can't believe you actually said that."

Lexi: (visibly upset) "How could you even say that?'

Maddie: "That may be the weirdest thing I've heard you say."

Ash: "... Not sure I understand. Why did you say that?"

Gwen: "How... How can you -- I can't believe you'd say something like that!"

Robbie: "Woah. Even I couldn't come up with that."

Akash: "Dude, what even? How could you even think about saying that?"

Jedi: "That is...quite the strange thing to say."

Carmen: "In the name of-- How stupid do you have to be to say something like that?!"

"I'll be here when you get back."

Lexi: "Don't worry! I'll still be here! Not a problem waiting for you <3" (will probably get really nervous

Maddie: "Uh yeah I'll wait for you or something. I'll just play on my phone while I wait."

Ash: "Yeah I'll probably still be doing this when you get back. Ugh, I don't want to do it!"

Gwen: "Oh, yeah, it's okay, I don't mind waiting." (She does. This is torture.)

Robbie: "You're gonna be late getting back? Nononono, that's totally fine. Yeah. I'll be fine." (Bounces on his toes the entire time, nervous as all hell, anxiety raised)

Akash: "Yeah, I've been waiting here for you an hour. Yeah, totally okay. Um... You sure you still want to do this? Cause, like, y'know, you're so late? Not that I think you're intentionally running behind or any. Like, I know I said I'd wait for you to get back."

Jedi: "I have been waiting for you to return. While gone, I took it upon myself to complete my tasks, and tomorrow's work as well."

Carmen: "Fine, I'll be here when you get back. It's not like I have anywhere else to be. But if you are a single minute late, I swear on whatever you find holy, you will not want to see me again."

"Don’t touch my juice box."

Lexi: "Guys, this is my juice box. Just setting it down while I go get something."

Maddie: "That's my juice box. Why are you touching it? Can I have it back?"

Ash: "Uh, that's my juice box. Don't touch it."

Gwen: "Hey, is it okay if you stop touching my juice box?"

Robbie: (after several minutes) "Dude, wait, that's my juice box! I know because of that dent right there."

Akash: "Why are people touching my juice box? Germs, people. I slobbered on this thing. Ew."

Jedi: "Pardon me, I believe you are touching my juice box."

Carmen: "WHY DID YOU TOUCH MY JUICE BOX??? Now I have to get another one!!! I don't care that you didn't drink out of it - you touched it!!!"

“oh my god, tell me i didn’t just see what i think i did!”

Lexi: "Um... Tell me you saw that, please?"

Maddie: "Did y'all see that? That was weird."

Ash: "I'm not the only one who saw that, right?"

Gwen: "Hey, y'all saw that, right? Cause uh... *Gestures vaguely* it was something."

Robbie: "Oh my GOD did you see that??? Was that what I thought I saw???"

Akash: "Uh...that was weird... Please tell me someone else saw that."

Jedi: "What a peculiar sight. I wonder if anyone else saw the same thing. I have a hypothesis on what it was. I wonder if anyone else has the same."

Carmen: [I think she'd actually be rendered speechless]

"I wish I didn't have to."

Lexi: "I really, really don't wanna do this, but like... I have to. I'm sorry."

Maddie: "Ugh, I wish I didn't have to do this. This sucks. It's boring."

Ash: "Ugh. Doing this is the worst. I wish I didn't have to."

Gwen: "I'm sorry, but I must do this. It's something I have to do. I wish that wasn't the case..."

Robbie: "Why did I do this, again? Because, it's for the greater good. Greater good shmater good, this sucks. But like it'll work out in the end. Ugh, I wish I didn't have to do this. Shut up, Robert, just do it!"

Akash: "Man, I am so sorry. I really wish I didn't have to do this but.... I gotta."

Jedi: "Forgive me, for I wish there was another way to do this."

Carmen: "You think I want to do this?! What is wrong with you?!"

"You put that in your pancakes?"

Lexi: "Hold on, why are you putting that in your pancake? Not to be rude, or anything. It's just that the recipe says--"

Maddie: "Why are you putting that in your pancakes? That's weird."

Ash: "That's a weird thing to put in your pancakes."

Gwen: "Well, um... I wasn't expecting you to put that in the pancakes. Out of curiosity, why? Genuinely, I'd like to know."

Robbie: "Wawawawawait -- you put that in your pancakes? I mean. That's certainly interesting."

Akash: "Um, just in case you missed it, the recipe for the pancakes doesn't call for that. Oh, you did it on purpose? O...kay...."

Jedi: "Pardon me, but may I inquire your reasoning for putting that in your pancakes?"

Carmen: "Why would you ever put that in your pancakes???? What's wrong with you??? Follow the recipe!! This is why cooking is stupid."

"And why are you trusting me with this?"

Lexi: "I'm honored that you'd choose me to tell but... I dunno, why me? Why do you think I could keep this secret?"

Maddie: "No offense, but we're like, acquaintances. Why would you trust me with this?"

Ash: "I'm literally a telepath. I already knew that. But, like, it's nice of you to trust me."

Gwen: "I'm really glad you told me this, but... Out of curiosity, why me?"

Robbie: "Why are you trusting me with this? No, seriously, why me? I don't even trust myself with my secrets."

Akash: "... It's a lot to ask, but I completely understand. Thank you for trusting me with this. Though I have to ask... Is there any reason you told me specifically?"

Jedi: "I am deeply honored to have been selected in helping you carry this burden. However, I must ask, is there a particular reason you chose me when there are a variety of other options?"

Carmen: "Why are you telling me this? I don't care."

"You call that music?"

Lexi: "Uh, not to be rude, but I'm not sure this music fits...this. Like from an aesthetic point."

Maddie: "You like this? It sucks."

Ash: "Gonna be honest, but a fan of this type of music."

Gwen: "This is...an interesting choice of music."

Robbie: "Hey, uh... This music is kinda bothering me? Like, I dunno, for sensory reasons. Not that it sucks or anything like that haha..."

Akash: "You like this? Oh, you do? Uh... Okay." (Suffers in silence, complains in his head or to Robbie)

Jedi: "I am unfamiliar with this type of music. I cannot form an opinion on it just yet."

Carmen: "Do all people from Ceteri have the same terrible taste in music?"

"I'm not angry, I'm disappointed."

Lexi: "Nononono, I would never be angry with you. I dunno, I'm just a little disappointed. Like, not with you. Or anything. Just, the situation."

Maddie: "Why would I be mad? I'm just disappointed, that's all."

Ash: "I'm not mad! I'm just... I guess... Hm. Not sure actually. Uh... Disappointed?"

Gwen: "No, I'm not angry. Disappointed, maybe, but not angry."

Robbie: "Woahwoahwoah, slow down. I am not angry. Not even a little. I'm just disappointed. [Pause] Huh, that's probably worse, isn't it?"

Akash: "Nuh-no, I'm not angry at all! I'm... Sad? No. I feel...let down? No, you didn't let me down. What's the word? Disappointed! That's it."

Jedi: "I apologize if I came across as angry. I am merely disappointed."

Carmen: "Angry?! What gave you that idea?! I am not angry with you!!! Just severely disappointed!"

That was long. Sorry y'all.

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lovingly stolen from the feed...

star sign: aquarius. which i apparently share with megan thee stallion. can't be mad at that. (also apparently - pierre, checo, george, nyck and liam?!?)

favorite holiday: mid-autumn festival. lanterns! gazing whimsical at the moon! inhaling my weight in weird-flavoured mooncakes!

last meal: some salmon sandwich thing at my local overpriced, but beloved, neighbourhood cafe. and calbee spicy chips.

current favorite musician: f1 writing has got me back into my White Indie Bands Era from like fifteen years ago. so a lot of arctic monkeys and yeah yeah yeahs i guess?

last song listened to: what's the time where you are? by troye sivan. a big landoscar mood.

last movie watched: beyonce's renaissance concert film

last tv show watched: *long sigh* DTS again

last book finished: erm. good question. this one is gonna probably be a fanfic. oh yeah, sawtooth!! for an actual book, i'm working my way through red white + royal blue. (i'm in my yaoi era ok leave me alone.)

last book abandoned: a very forgettable Romance novel. for the record i *love* romance novels, this one was just so badly written and assumed i had so much knowledge about the characters 'cus it was book 2 in a series. it was a sad DNF for me especially 'cus both protags were asian :(

currently reading: that one from work can come over on monday night by @freeuselandonorris. it is a very good and breezy landsocar story! so tender and hot and funny! i recommend it!

last thing researched for writing/art/hyperfixation: "what is a backmarker" probably. i'm a f1 noob i only got here two months ago!!

favorite online fandom memory: too many. recent ones include all the ppl who are in my DMs or asks to talk about random f1 stuff and rpf blorbo nonsense. u r very dear + cherished to me!!

favorite old fandom you wish would drag you back in/have a resurgence: extremely niche but, the five people who were around for edith/sherlock from enola holmes, the tv show

favorite thing you enjoy that never had an active or big fandom, but you wish it did: the silent sea (2021)

tempting project you don't have time for: a f1 word prompt account

tagging whoever wants to do it! (no pressure.) my usual salad tags of @dirchristophernolan @linewire @supercollide @callsign-shortstack @lecrep @fueledbyremembering + lovely new ppl i met here recently @lovelylotus-writing @souvenir116 @ssamja-hoonie @verstaaphpan @vastappenen

[fictionfordays]

First Meeting

(Adult) Kazutora Hanemiya x GN!Reader

CW: this is probably the closest I'll get to angsty hurt/comfort. First time seeing each other since he was released from prison... Some tears, and also some kisses at the end!

A/N: This maaaaayyyy or may not become a series...

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The doorbell chimes that familiar little jingle when he finally presses the button. He’s not sure how long he’s been standing here, pacing here, before finally mustering the courage to see if you’ll answer the door. He thinks he might just regret this. Do you even remember him? Do you hate him for what happened?

He rubs his neck and sighs out anxiously before deciding to turn around and leave, making his way down those familiar steps of your front porch. Suddenly, he hears the door click open, making him pause at the bottom of the steps and a soft, hopeful voice rings through the air, “Kazutora?”

He lifts his gaze up from where he’d been staring at the steps beneath his feet, hesitantly turning to face the direction he’d heard the voice in the doorway. Kazutora gave a timid smile, his voice equally soft, “y-yeah… it’s me.”

You stared at each other for a long moment, just trying to process what was happening in this moment and trying to decide what to do next - what to say next.

All he could think about, all he could feel, were the worries that maybe you were angry with him - hell, he would be, too - or worries that you didn’t love him like you did back then. That you hated him now. He swears to himself internally. Why is this so nerve wracking???

And you? Was this even real? Is this really Kazutora??? You move slowly, hoping the man in front of you doesn’t notice how you pinch the skin on your arm harshly, trying to wake yourself up from whatever dark dream you’ve found yourself in. Hoping he doesn’t notice the tears that threaten to pool in your sad eyes. Hoping he doesn’t ask why you never visited him in prison. Him. The love of your fucking life.

“Kazu-” your voice breaks and you can’t help but crash into him, your arms wrapping around his neck as your tears finally spill down your cheeks.

Instinctively, his arms wrap tightly around your waist. “I-it’s ok, y/n…” His hand moves to the back of your head, cradling you against him as his thumbs rub soothing little circles against your skin. “I-I’m here now,” his words are barely above a whisper as his own tears begin to fall, “I missed you… Oh, so so much.”

He pulls away just a little, the hand on the back of your head moving to tenderly cup your cheek. His nose brushes across yours before his lips plant delicate kisses against your own plush ones. His lips feel so much softer than you remember. You let your lips linger together for a moment, deeply inhaling and savoring his scent before finally pulling away. Your eyes meet his mirthful golden hues as he wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs.

“I missed you too, Kazutora.”

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[firesofdainix]

i cant help but find it so funny that we're on like literal opposite time zones 😭 but anyway,,, have some fruit for that ask game :3

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I AM SO SORRY for taking so long to answer these asks. college is currently kicking my ASS so bad. <3

and i keep forgetting that where it's noon for ME, it's the middle of the night for you <3

fruit emoji ask game for fic writers

🍒 What’s your favorite character dynamic to write? (Can be romantic or platonic, specific or general!)

my favorite dynamic, whether romantic, platonic, or a secret third thing to write, is definitely Jupiter and Uranus, Jupiter and Saturn, Saturn and Uranus, and Planet X, Jupiter and Saturn. so much romantic tension rolled into all pairs that I wonder if they're just going to start a poly make-out session. there's also Luna and Earth, I think Luna having to get Earth to stop doing stupid things all the time is so funny I giggle a little when Luna gets SO TIRED looking after him.

🥝 What’s your favorite trope/AO3 tag to write?

call me basic bitch, but my favorite trope is writing angst and hurt/comfort! i want those tears to be LICKED. or, I want them to keep crying, your pick! another thing I like writing about is canon compliant. i just want to see what others are doing during canon, filling in canon gaps. it's very interesting 2 me

🫐 What’s your favorite underrated thing in your fandom? (A ship that only you seem to write for, a character there’s almost no fics about, a trope that criminally hasn’t been written yet, etc.)

UM UH UH. What's the most underrated thing in the solarballs fandom rn? I need more Titan fics that don't have Luna in them. I really don't care about them together LMAO I'm sorry. AND MORE JUPITURAX!!!

this'll be more multi-fandom: ok so I REALLY wish that there's more PTSD Ford Pines fics in Gravity Falls, and I guess about how much impact the Portal Incident had on him and his character as a whole? and I was dreaming last night of Ford with prosthetic legs, and I wish someone would write that bc I'm too stupid to do so- basically Ford fics about his time in the portal! or maybe I just inhaled ALL fics about Ford in a week immediately.

then for demon slayer... FANFIC WRITERS!!! DROP ANOTHER YORIICHI AND MICHIKATSU ONE SHOT AND MY LIFE IS YOURS.

🍊 Who’s a character you don’t write for that often, but keep meaning to write for more? (They’re so interesting! But maybe you have trouble pinning them down, or keep getting distracted by another blorbo…)

I wish I could write more about Earth, and I have MANY ideas about what he is like when fics are centered about him, but I just don't know how to put it on paper. like, at all. so I just kick Jupiter in the guts :D!

[korvyna]

SHIPPING INFO //ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)? *inhales deeply* I have too many muses and OCs but I'll highlight some of them: Ahri x Yasuo/Yone Cullen x Inquisitor Ysabelle x D Minhowyn x Cullen/Fenris Korvyn x Anri Amelia x Connor Zeina x Chamber This is to say though, that my muses do not hold restrictions on who they cannot romance! HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE? This is a question I don't really think about beyond the "don't be a minor" rule. I think if the characters have a large age gap to begin with but knew each other for a long time, it might get weird. I can't imagine for e.g. Ahri knew Yasuo as a kid and then when he grew up they decided to date- you know what I'm saying? HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW? I think usage of language is what makes it nsfw for me. The more dirtier the scene is, the quicker it gets nsfw. Vanilla/fluff steamy moments usually are written with care and soft lingo (to keep that vanilla vibe) but once it comes down to the actual deed, I'd consider it at NSFW. ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING? Yes and no? When it comes to the developments of my muses, especially my OCs I can be selective on how I want a shipping to go. I will always agree to ship with you if you come to me for shipping, but every shipping interaction will be different based on the development I'm trying to give my muses and the personality of your muse in question.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

All my fandom muses have the potential to ship with anyone within sensible reason. My OC muses aren't as flexible, but there are options for them! E.g. Ethel was initially written out with the idea of romancing Sebastian Michaelis (in a fanfic that never got written- my OCs get written thoroughly because I never come around to writing the fanfics tbh) BUT she is viable to romance any other adult in kuroshitsuji. I LOVE people's OCs and I think OC x OC shipping make plots super interesting because of how flexible things can be within a canon world. DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU? It's preferred you talk to me about a ship you want- I have never in my years of being in RPCs ever said no. I also get shy to ask about plotting with shipping in mind, so I give you the full OK to talk to me about it!!! ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

Yes and no? I love shipping but I can write without it too.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM? As a multimuse blog this question has too long of an answer. I'm not even sure if there is a 'favourite' one. (╯ ㆆ  ͟ʖ ㆆ )╯┻━┻ FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

Literally come into my DMs and tell me you want to ship. Like I said, I'm SHY and will only mention it a few times before I feel like I'm being annoying. JUST THROW YOUR MUSE AT ME, WE'LL FIGURE IT OUT.

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Fics with the tag 'Character death'

❥ all we can do is keep breathing [310k] ♡ thealmightyavocado

"Harry, I- I'm so sorry..." Louis stutters out, trying to keep his voice level and even, to portray a depiction of strength, but with the way Harry is looking at him, staring at him like he has a personal passage way straight to Louis' soul, it's so hard, nearly impossible. That simple opening phrase, that short introductory acknowledgement that is often rushed out so easily, painlessly, at a safe distance. Giving a doctor the ability to portray empathy without true emotion, without feeling the full brunt and sheer force of the underlying pain itself. But Louis feels it, he feels the crushing agony laced behind the phrase, he feels the weight of the painful words, slipping from his lips, the cause and effect that the three-word expression holds. The distantly empty "I'm so sorry" that doctors through out in self-preservation, isn't at all empty for him. Louis recognizes it, he understands it, he feels it. ✚☤✚ a fated story of two broken and battered boys who barely survived the unimaginable and how the love of one little brave girl defies all the odds and somehow puts them back together.

❥ one breath at a time [427k WIP] ♡ thealmightyavocado

"Louis, I know it's hard, but I need you to focus and tell me exactly what happened, ok?" Louis is shaking uncontrollably, his hands, his heart, his mind, nothing is stable, nothing is ok. He feels untethered, boundless in time, yet paradoxically his entire life is torturously bound to this very moment. Absolutely nothing he tells his mind serves to calm his racing thoughts, he commands his body to move and his body betrays him, commands lips to speak, but no words form. All Louis can do is blindly stare at the sickeningly heavy blood coating his arms, dripping to his trembling fingers. Tears ceaselessly pour down his cheeks despite how hard he squeezes his eyes shut, trying desperately to calm himself enough to utter a sound. An he can't breathe, despite all of his failed efforts to catch his wandering breath and gasp a much-needed lungful of oxygen, his diaphragm constricts further still, suffocating him from the inside out. breathe, breathe, breathe Louis forces a sharp inhale that hurts as the breath expands his stilted lungs, god it hurts. Like stabbing his chest with a serrated knife, dragging the jagged blade through his heart over and over and over again until there is nothing left.

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JOY JOY JOY i initially put all of this in the tags but then i was like hot damn that is a Lot of tag so im turning it into post text ok. My thoughts

chronic pain DING DING DING YEP THAT'S THE ONE !! i mean really imagine experiencing about as much pain from getting hit by a banana as getting hit by a plant. ha ha (doesn't have to imagine)

also differentiation between the player and the user is GOOD. i don't really think of that that much but it makes sense because, the game isn't the real purpose of the program, so the player would be part of that narrative. the same way every other character is. and then the user for the person actually using The Program, the window. (pronounced in french) Genuis!

okay back to null because i have my biases i also want to bring to your attention that null does still have the invisible parts of his face! i know these are headcanons but this fact is funny okay bear with me. okay

one of his captions says “frustrated inhale through nostrils” implying he has a nose

and if he has a nose he could probably have a mouth too right! but i still think him not being able to eat applies because: as seen in n.png his mouth is really weird. half smiling half frowning. so it would likely still be difficult to open and close. and you know like. chew. eat.

i mean it's not like he has to. yeah video game (debatable) but he's also surprised that he can even catch an illness. which in his defense is really fucking weird yeah. but bodily function/dysfunction seems mystical and unheard of for him. actually on that chronic pain point do you think he even knows its not normal to hurt all the time do you think he even knows. probably not

also on the point of being able to pick things up: yeah i agree! firstly im pretty sure things You pick up just float in front of you anyway, but also the collision on his arms seems... retractable? maybe even Movable? since he can go through doors with fully extended arms, despite the fact that if the nose exists, the arms probably do as well

anyway that's everything i think. enjoyable post. very good NO WAIT ONE MORE THING: GOOD TWITTER HANDLE FOR HIM LOL ok That is everything.

dumping a bunch of baldi's basics handcanons yay

mainly NULL and Baldi but a couple others as well (mostly under a cut because this turned out way longer than i thought it would be)

NULL;

aroace, accepts any pronouns, gender apathetic. basically this

experiences chronic pain and chronic fatigue as a result of his corruption. sometimes feels phantom pains where his arms should be

also experiences brain fog and memory issues from the corruption, which contributes to his rambling speaking pattern.

is completely blind out of his right eye, left eye is ok

even without the brain fog he's just very Not Good at communicating I think. they're definitely the type to ramble on for hours and go on a bunch of tangents and still leave you with no idea what they're talking about

can't eat because well. no mouth. luckily he doesn't really need to eat to live because its videos game but that banana on the desk has been taunting him for years

can somehow still pick things up despite not having any hands. maybe he has sort-of invisible arms homestar runner style? don't question it

not really a headcanon as such but i prefer writing his name in all caps (NULL) like in the title of NULL style because i think its swaggy

can't remember her "real" name from before it was corrupted and left him with NULL. can't really remember much at all from before the corruption, actually. Tries not to think about it. (keep bottling those emotions up NULL, nothing bad could possibly happen :DDDD )

doesn't hate Baldi and the others exactly, but definitely holds some sort of resentment for them being granted "freedom" in a way he doesn't have. generally doesn't think about them much and considers them less important ("i'm smarter than baldi") because they aren't entirely "real". also pities some of them in a way. his feelings are very conflicted and complicated

very low empathy, high compassion. struggles to understand others emotions/perspectives and can be kind of blunt and insensitive, but genuinely cares a lot about the player's safety and doesn't want what happened to him to happen again

would probably swear but can't - the game stops him. thats why he keeps saying shit like "jeepers" instead

Baldi!!!! :D

he/him bi trans man

obviously his super hearing is well known, but i think his eyesight is a bit below average. he needs to wear cute little half-moon reading glasses like homer simpson when grading his students' papers

has misophonia something fierce because of his sensitive hearing. someone get this man some noise cancelling headphones stat

autistic - special interests are mathematics and engineering. wanted to be an inventor as a kid but unfortunately there isn't much of a market for 2 metre tall "math machines" so he studied to become a math teacher instead

the way his mouth breaks and clips in on itself when he frowns - i think this is because his model literally wasn't built to be able to frown. he's a silly goofy teacher from a kid's edutainment game, why would he ever need to make any expression other than smiling? i think he has problems with feeling like he isn't "allowed" to feel any emotion other than happiness and tries to bottle up any and all negative emotion in favour of constant overbearing positivity, which leads to his angry outbursts when he can't hold it in anymore (maybe he and NULL have something in common after all...)

kinda stealing borrowing this from this post by @/quantitative4rts but baldi definitely loses his speech when he's upset, particularly when sad or angry. he "can't allow himself" to speak negatively and struggles to find words when overwhelmed so he just says nothing. this is why he is completely silent when chasing the player despite being very talkative otherwise

kinda bad at spelling and grammar. makes lots of typos when writing. if he ever needs to write any important paperwork the principal has to proofread and correct it for him every time

dating both the principal and dr. reflex. baldi has two hands

body is made out of a kind of hard plastic - joints and other moving parts are a softer, more rubbery material. has no internal organs - if you cut his torso open it would just be full of #FF0000 red paint

the player/the user

tbh i have two different "versions" of the player in my mind. first is the player as a character - a curious and naive young child who goes to here school to learn math, which i usually represent with the fanon brown hair teal clothes design. then there's the user, which is literally just a direct representation of the real person playing the game - i use the capsule collider for this.

the player is they/them nonbinary. the user's identity constantly changes based on who is currently playing the game. thousands of people could be occupying the user's body at once.

how do these two different versions coexist? they dont! but also do. Don't question it

the user has no personality or identity outside of the person/people controlling it. it's literally just an untextured cylinder whose purpose is to provide people with a way to interface with the game. it is an empty husk with no agency of its own.

the player has dyscalculia, which is abstractly represented by the jumbled/glitched math problems in baldi's classic/remastered. they try their best but genuinely do just struggle a lot with understanding math. honestly i could go on a whole ramble about how baldi's basics could be taken as an allegory for how nightmarish the school system can be for kids with learning disabilities and other disabilities but that's a different post methinks

Dr. Reflex (🐀)

his eyes on his actual model in game are slightly misaligned if you look so i like to draw him with a "lazy" eye

he/they gay man. doesn't actively identify as genderqueer or anything but he doesn't consider himself totally 100% man all the time.

sort of. a pseudo-scientific quack lol. he isn't doing it to scam people out of money or anything, he's purely in it for the love of the game and hitting people with hammers. maybe here school should've hired someone with an actual medical license

autistic - special interest for the nervous system as a whole, but particularly interested in reflexes.

VERY attached to routine - is very particular about the way his sick bay is set up and follows the same routine every day without fail. this is part of the reason he gets so upset when people leave his tests early - it's not what's "supposed" to happen

probably objectum. you know he smooches that hammer

doesn't mind at all when people compare him to a rat - rats are his favourite animal :B he just thinks they're cute

has a lot of morbid curiosity around blood and guts and such - wanted to be a surgeon but flunked out of medical school :( the principal won't let him have any sharp objects for his medical tools so his hammer will have to do

had a crush on baldi for a long time before they started dating

Is full of squishy red and pink clay and can kinda just form himself back together if injured. None of these freaks have normal biology

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KINKTOBER 2022

✩*⢄⢁✧day thirty: age difference - Thranduil

tag: #Tyelpëlos Kinktober Event

notes: I told myself I wouldn't write any more long oneshots for kinktober and did I listen? No AHAHA which is why this is late BUT this fic marks the end of my kinktober! This was so much fun and I'd love to do it again next year with Eden! This is my first time writing daddy kink and I would like to just really emphasize that all characters are 18+ and I was hoping the mention of reader having some alcohol would help convey this however I later realised that might be misinterpreted as underage drinking otherwise lmao. Reader is an adult but it's just a family vacay, ok? Good. Now that that's out of the way, enjoy!

word count: 5.3k

warnings: smut, NSFW, MDNI, age difference, older man/younger woman, modern! AU, mentions of alcohol consumption, daddy kink

You flipped through pictures of your holiday so far: of your family and that of your brother’s friend Legolas. Your fathers met through their sons and got on really well and so your two families had ended up planning a holiday together, staying in a flashy hotel on a hot coastline. In your hotel room, you revelled in the salt in their air from the balcony door, the quiet whir of the air conditioner, the cool chill of it against the aloe vera on your skin after being between the blistering sun and warm shade all day on the beach, near inhaling one of the books that you had brought with you for entertainment. 

Speaking of entertainment, you were – very guiltily – finding that your fantasies were no longer restricted to the characters to your book but seemed to have latched onto Legolas’ father Thranduil. The epitome of a dilf, you had thought the first time you saw him. He looked like he had stepped right out of one of your fantasy worlds, Game of Thrones or something, and had just perfectly settled into the modern world – well, except for his rather pointed ears which his son seemed to have inherited from him. He was utterly gorgeous: possessing a towering height, a face that could strike envy within an angel, hair like flowing silk and a powerful sort of confidence about him. 

Some stupid part of you was thrilled to be looking so dolled up in his presence tonight. You weren’t one to splash your cash on designer clothes but your heart had just been ensnared by this particular dress. The price tag was enough to put you off for a moment but it was just so beautiful and nothing that you would see everyday. It was a soft white and fell to your mid-thigh, short and sheer puffy sleeves, a dipping neckline that wasn’t low enough to really be considered anything scandalous. It had a sheer layer that shimmered slightly over the silky material of the dress that felt simply exquisite against your skin, the sheer layer being decorated with lacy butterflies and flowers that just slightly lifted away from the material they were sewn too. Trying it on in the fitting room really had been enough to tempt you into spending your money for that month. You couldn’t afford to treat yourself to anything else and had to be careful with your money until you got your next paycheck at the end of the month but as you sat down in the hotel’s restaurant, you couldn’t bring yourself to regret it one bit. 

Dinner was going really well and damn did Thranduil look good in those hunter green slacks and that white button down, undoing the top buttons and rolling up the sleeves-  You had to stop yourself from nearly drooling as you glanced at the young man with long golden hair at the table, reminding yourself that you were thirsting over his father who was a widowed man. How terrible could you possibly be? Besides, even if he were seeking a partner, you were near sure that it wouldn’t be someone a year younger than his son. 

And that was when dinner stopped going really well because your brother dropped his phone and, in reaching out to try and grab it before it hit the table, he knocked over your glass of vodka and orange juice which went rolling off the table and straight down your front and into your lap with how close you had been sitting to the table to avoid dropping anything in your new expensive dress. There was a big fuss about it, especially from your mother who got to scolding your older brother as though he were still a child but you weren’t interested in being fussed over or hearing your brother apologise, you were just upset over your new dress, the one thing you had treated yourself to in a long time, being ruined. You would feel stupid for crying about it in front of everyone – let alone in public – so you simply dismissed yourself from the table, saying you would return to the hotel to get out of the dress and take a shower, the orange juice already feeling sticky against your upper thighs. 

So, you did exactly that. You left the restaurant to go to the lift where you went up to the floor of your hotel room, shifting your phone in your hand to get the keycard before remembering that you had left it on the restaurant table. How could you be so careless? Likely because you were very upset. You let out a single sob at how one bad thing had happened after another but caught yourself, knowing that you would have to face everyone again when you went to collect your key. So, you marched back up the corridor to the lift, pressing the down button before the doors opened to reveal Thranduil who then held up your key between two fingers. 

“I thought you might need this.” His usual stoic face softened to a sympathetic look, “Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you cleaned up.” He spoke, setting his hand between your shoulder blades and guiding you towards your family’s room, unlocking your door and holding it open for you. The door locked behind you. “You seemed so upset, I thought you could do with some company so you wouldn’t be alone with it this evening.” 

“The evening?” You raised a brow at the implication of his words. 

“Everyone else has decided to go out for drinks but I have an important work call to take in the morning so I had to pass on it anyway.” The corner of his mouth quirked up in amusement, “I’m trusting your father will be able to keep Legolas in line.” 

“He raised my brother, I’m sure he can manage anyone at this point.” You replied, making Thranduil laugh lowly and it quelled your want to weep for your ruined dress. But the silent tears were still there and you lowered your head to try and hide them, feeling that he would see you as silly and childish for crying over clothes. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” He cooed and watched as you sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the orange juice staining the lap of your white dress. You felt the mattress dip with his weight beside you and you kept your head down, cursing the hot tears brimming in your eyes, “it’s such a shame, it really is a beautiful dress.” He complimented and it made your heart flutter for a moment to know that he liked it. No, you reminded yourself, you shouldn’t swoon over Thranduil – a widowed father – liking your little dress. 

“It was expensive too…” You mumbled, “I don’t usually buy expensive clothes but this was just so pretty, I couldn’t put it back on the rack and I was skint for ages after buying it but I never really treat myself to stuff like this.” You sniffled as you did your utmost to stop your tears from spilling down your cheeks but you tasted defeat in their salt as they ran down to your chin and the corners of your mouth. Thranduil kneeled down in front of you and cupped your face in his hands, shushing you while affectionately swiping at your tears with his thumbs. You couldn’t help but melt into his touch and turn your face into his palm. He smelled like aftersun and some warm spice you couldn’t quite put a name to. Your lips just barely grazed against his hand and you fought the urge to press them to his skin over and over, settling for trying to steady your breathing instead.

While you were in turmoil, Thranduil was in his own. Here you were, such a sweet and beautiful little thing in tears with your lips against his skin as he knelt in front of where you were perched on the bed. If he could, he’d quell your tears with kisses and throw you back onto the bed and give you a reason to forget the ruined dress that you seemed to have treasured so much. But you were so much younger than him and should he make any sort of advance and you rejected it, everyone he was on this holiday with would be out for his blood. Your parents and brother would kill him and he was more than sure that his son wouldn’t like to find that he had tried to pursue a woman a year younger than him, his best friend’s little sister no less. 

One of his hands on your face dropped to your knee, a safe enough place he thought: it could seem like he was keeping his balance while kneeling and it was not too far up your leg to be considered provocative. His thumb swiped once against your knee in the same way it had done beneath your eyes and he didn’t miss the way your thighs pressed together slightly. Arousal or recoil? He wasn’t sure and so he rose to his feet and withdrew from you entirely before he could possibly make you uncomfortable. 

“Why don’t you get changed, hm?” He offered, “I’m sure that’s not comfortable to be in.” You nodded your head and got up to get changed in the privacy of the bathroom, pausing on the threshold of the door to announce that you would likely take a shower to wash off the stickiness from the juice. However, once you had stripped off your precious dress and started running the water, you realised that you had forgotten your hairbrush and so you wrapped yourself in a towel before going back into the room to grab it, finding Thranduil had been gazing out of the glass doors to the balcony before turning around to spot you. You suddenly felt very vulnerable and bare in just your towel and even Thranduil seemed surprised that you had left the bathroom in such a state of undress. 

“Forgot my hairbrush…” You murmured, realising it might have even been better to put the stained dress back on just to grab it.

“I’ll see what I can do about your dress.” He replied and walked past you as you began to quickly brush out your hair. You could hear the tap run in the bathroom and when you had set the brush back down again, you stood awkwardly in the bathroom doorway as you watched Thranduil soak your dress in hot water to try and lift the stain before it could truly steele into the fabric. 

“I really appreciate the help but I’d like to be able to…” You trailed off, almost feeling as though you were rejecting his generous help, just desperate for the hot water of the shower to wash away some of your sadness at having your dress near ruined. 

“I won’t look.” He simply replied, turning his body at a slight angle so that he could continue working your dress in the sink while his back faced the shower. You were sure he wouldn’t be able to see you in the mirror, given the angle, and so you simply agreed with a quiet ‘alright then’ seeing as he had already turned around. You trusted Thranduil. The towel was set on the rack before you were under the steaming water, letting out a content sigh at the high temperature, beginning to wash your hair and then wash the stickiness of the orange juice from your skin. As you lathered your body in vanilla and honey scented bubbles, you couldn’t help but fantasise about the gorgeous man who stood no less than three metres from your naked form. He could so easily betray the trust you had placed in him, could gaze upon your exposed body, use the sight to spark lust. A part of you yearned for him to initiate something, to give you an excuse to just give into your desires if they were to be presented before you in such a ripe opportunity. Would he dare? You didn’t know how to provoke or seduce a man and so you found yourself improvising, against your better judgement. He was just so stunning and in fantasising about him, you had worked yourself up. You moaned at the feeling of the heated water against your skin, of the delectable scent of the soap on your body. You found yourself cupping your breasts in your hands as you rinsed yourself. Yet, Thranduil took no notice of you. 

At least: he showed no signs of taking notice. His bright blue eyes were already stealing glimpses at you in the mirror, unable to see much due to the angle that he was standing at, fighting his impulses in an attempt to continue working at your dress as you showered behind him. 

“Hey…” He heard your voice call out softly, “Do you think you could pass me the exfoliant on the counter? The beige tub with the white lid.” You asked and he found that his teeth were grinding slightly with how hard he had clenched his jaw. He found the item in question and stepped backwards, extending his arm backwards too in order to hand it to you. 

“There you go.” He spoke, his voice slightly quieter but neutral, cleverly balanced out as to not betray a word of what was going on inside his head. 

“Thank you.” Your voice had softened, was slightly airy as you took the tub from his waiting palm, your fingertips gliding against his wrist and down over his palm, your fingers almost wrapping around his as you savoured the small skin-on-skin contact. You might have been under the impression that the gesture would seem innocent enough, fumbling or clumsy even, but Thranduil knew much more than you, it came with his age. 

“Do you know what you’re doing?” His voice cut through the silence that was beginning to grow thick like the steam in the room. 

“I-I’m sorry?” You stammered out, face instantly flushing at having been caught. Thranduil looked just slightly over his shoulder, his eye meeting yours from the very corner and wandering nowhere else on your exposed body. In your eyes he saw your naivete and yet he also saw a mix of fear and embarrassment at having been caught. You had been teasing him intentionally and the look on your face was all he needed to confirm such. 

“Get out of the shower, Y/n.” His tone was quiet and yet no less authoritative than the voice you had heard him speak with over business calls. You swallowed hard and turned off the water, now feeling much more bashful and attempting to cover your bare chest with your arms. Thranduil took down the towel from the rack, warm, and wrapped it around your body, hands squeezing your shoulders momentarily before you gasped when his hands landed on your waist and hoisted you onto the counter. His hands gently patted you down, keeping you covered with the towel and you watched him do so with bated breath. 

His fingers skimmed over your thighs, just above your knees where your towel didn’t cover them and he let out a soft sigh, pale blue eyes roving up to meet your gaze. 

“Do you want this?” He asked and you swallowed hard. He didn’t need to elaborate on what it was he was offering. You nodded your head, eyes stealing a glance down to his lips. “I need to hear you say it, sweetheart.” 

“I want this…” Your voice was airy with a sense of excitement and anxiousness. His fingers trailed up your body until they were beneath your chin, tilting your head upwards and leaning in oh-so-slowly with lidded eyes, providing you with ample time to pull away should you realise that you did not want this. However, your hands came to rest on his shoulders, fingers skimming against his neck as your lips collided. He felt you shudder against him as you arched your back and leaned into him, your body silently pleading for more contact as your fingers slid upwards and into his hair. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan at discovering it felt just as soft as it looked. Thranduil’s hand under your chin slid to cup your cheek and his other hand slid down to squeeze at your hip. The kiss grew more heated and you felt light-headed as you tried to keep up with Thranduil’s pace, relieved when his lips began to trail down your neck, drawing soft sighs and moans from your lips that he fully intended on leaving kiss-swollen when he was done with you. 

“Have you done anything like this before?” His voice had dropped as he hummed out the question against your pulse. 

“I have…” You replied quietly and Thranduil seemed slightly surprised. Truthfully, he had been unsure but a part of him was almost so sure that you were a virgin. “He… put me off, I suppose. It ended up being a one-time thing.” Your face flooded with heat and you couldn’t meet Thranduil’s eyes as he looked at you thoughtfully. 

“A boy your age?” He was met with a nod. 

“He was… selfish, I suppose is the word for it.” You heard the man before you tut as his arms wrapped around you and his lips languidly peppered kisses from your temple, across the softness of your cheek and to your lips. 

“I’m going to assume it was over before it could even begin for you and he left you unsatisfied.” He punctuated his prediction with a slow kiss to your mouth, nibbling your bottom lip. 

“Yeah…” You breathed out as you felt him push your thighs apart so that he could slot himself between your legs and pull you even closer. 

“Would you like me to show you real pleasure then, y/n? Pleasure given from a man who knows a woman’s body?” He was met with an eager nod. 

“Yes please…” Oh, how well-mannered and adorable you were. He couldn’t resist crashing his lips onto yours once more and you felt him untuck your towel as he kissed you dizzy. You gasped when his hands cupped your breasts and he pulled away from your lips. 

“Is this ok?” You eagerly nodded your head and your hands gripped the collar of his shirt to pull him back into the kiss, thighs squeezing your hips as you yearned to keep the closeness between you two. He smiled at your eagerness and relished in all the little moans you let out as he palmed your soft flesh and began to tweak your nipples between his fingers, testing how much you could take before letting out a little yelp into his mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue inside and to coax you into a deeper kiss. Once more, his lips trailed down your neck and then even further down to the top of your left breast, pausing along the way to nip at your collarbone. His tongue poked out to lap at your damp skin before encasing one of your hardened buds in the warmth of his mouth and sucking down gently, earning a drawn-out moan from your throat while his hand paid attention to your other breast, assuring that it was not neglected. 

He could gather from your reactions that this was not something you had experienced before and he couldn’t help but think on how undeserving that body must have been to have had such a pretty, responsive girl in his grasp and to still ignore her needs entirely. 

“Thranduil…” You whimpered out his name when he switched breasts and you could feel him groan against your sensitive skin before he wrapped his hands under your thighs and hoisted you upwards, making you gasp and steady yourself with your hands on his shoulders. He carried you out of the bathroom and sat down on the bed with you in his lap, not wanting to potentially overwhelm you by putting you under him just yet. His fingers skimmed up your bare back and then went down to your hips, holding them firmly and lightly coaxing you to grind down on him as you were now straddling his lap. You could feel him gently roll his hips against you, creating such sweet friction. You buried your face against his shoulder to muffle the sounds of how good he was making you feel. 

“I bet he didn’t focus on you at all, did he, y/n?” Thranduil’s voice cooed in your ear, dripping with a tone that just reminded you how naive you were than him in this. You simply clutched onto his shirt and shook your head, puffing out a content sigh as your clit caught against the material of his trousers. “I bet he didn’t even know how.” He continued, a hand reaching upwards to carefully stroke through your wet hair. “Would you like me to show you?” 

“Yes please.” You murmured once more, face leaving the crook of his neck to tentatively kiss the corner of his mouth. 

“Alright…” And he shifted you around so that you were laid back on the bed with your head against the pillows, his body hovering over yours, “But I have just one request for you, to make us both feel good, hm?” He suggested, fingers trailing up and down your side, tickling you slightly and causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin. You nodded your head for him to continue, feeling his palms on your thighs, parting them slightly. “I’m older than you… more experienced… I want to take such good care of you…” He continued, leaning down to kiss you so tenderly, as though you were cracked glass or thin ice that was ready to shatter at the slightest pressure. “Why don’t you call me daddy, hm?” 

“I…” You bit on your lip. You were aware of daddy kinks, sure, but were you into it? You had never put much thought to it. 

“It’s alright if you don’t want to…” He said softly, hands roaming your body up and down as though trying to memorise the shape of you. 

“No, it’s not that, I just… I don’t know if I’m into it, I suppose? I’ve never really thought about it.” You shivered slightly when his fingers skimmed between your hips, across your abdomen in a way that was pleasurable but also rather ticklish, watching as his eyes flicked up to meet yours in order to assess your reaction. 

“How about this then:” He proposed, “I’ll tell you when to moan for me and we’ll see if you like it then, while I’m making you feel good, hm?” You thought over his suggestion for a moment before nodding your head, watching as he smiled before pressing a kiss to your navel. “Good girl.” He praised, “Spread your legs further for me.” You did as told and he kissed a trail down your skin until his hot breath was fanning against your pussy, finding you glistening with need already, dripping from your slit. “I’m going to use my mouth on you now, is that alright?” His lips pressed to your inner thighs in the meantime. 

“Yes, it’s alright…” You mumbled out, bringing a hand up to press to your mouth in anticipation, your breath hitching and your fingers muffling a long moan when his tongue delved straight into your slit and pushed all the way up to your clit that he began to kiss and suck with such devotion. Your head fell back against the pillows and the hand against your mouth fell beside your head, gripping the plush fabric beneath it as Thranduil hoisted your thighs up on his shoulders and began dipping his tongue in and out of your walls. He kissed his way back up your slit before pausing, exhaling over you and drowning in the scent of your arousal.

“Moan for me now.” He commanded just before sucking down harshly on your clit the moment you opened your mouth. 

“Da-addy~” Your voice broke and your hands shot down to tangle in his pale hair at the unexpected pleasure as you felt your thighs tense up and the beginnings of an orgasm rush over your limbs before crashing to your core where Thranduil held your hips down as he eased you through it, the first orgasm you had ever been given by another. He kissed your clit one final time, almost a farewell, before rising back up, chin glistening with your slick. 

“There…” His thumb caressed your cheek and he watched how your body slightly trembled, “Did you enjoy it in the end?” There was a tone of amusement in his voice that told you he already knew the answer. 

“Yes…” You breathed out. 

“Yes, who?” He hummed and you let out a low whine. 

“Yes, daddy.” You were rewarded with a kiss where you could taste yourself and you were much too aroused to have any disgust towards such a thing. 

“Normally, I’d spend a lot more time on such a pretty thing like you, sweetheart…” He said, “But I don’t want to give you more than you can handle.” You moaned once more when his fingers prodded at your entrance, slipping one inside experimentally before quickly adding another. He stroked over that sweet spot inside you that had you whimpering beneath him, moaning out broken little phrases of ‘yes’ ‘please, daddy’ ‘more’ ‘just like that, daddy’ ‘please’ ‘so good’. Each one had him feeling much too hot and constricted in his clothes as he slowly fingered you, scissoring his fingers apart to feel how your walls had to stretch around them, trying to prepare you for the size of his cock. Eventually, he withdrew his fingers from your squelching hole and got to impatiently stripping off his shirt, rising to remove the rest of his clothing before he was practically diving on top of you once again, cock in his hand. You watched as he stroked himself in front of you, pressing the flushed and weeping head of his cock against the heat of your soaked slit. He reached for your legs and you let out a small grunt as he pushed them upwards, almost pressed to your chest. 

“Hold them there for daddy…” He watched in adoration of your obedience as you immediately complied, “Such a good girl…” He resumed stroking his cock before lining it up to your entrance, sliding the tip of his cock up and down slightly over your entrance before pushing in deep. Arousal pooled within him at the yelped moan you let out and his hands squeezed your hips for a moment before he pushed the rest of the way in, revelling in the way you whined at the stretch of his cock in your tight walls. “Fuck, I know you’re going to take me so well…” Your cunt clenched around him at hearing him curse like that. You had never heard Thranduil curse, he always seemed much too refined for it and yet here that eloquence was, bleeding out of him all because of how inviting your pussy felt squeezing and fluttering around his cock. He couldn’t risk making a mess here in the hotel room that your family would return to later on in the night so he planned on making this part quick. He could always pamper you a bit and bring you back to his own room after. 

A surge of pride filled him when his slow and harsh pace, each thrust kissing the deepest parts of you, had you quickly babbling at how good his cock felt inside of you. You had previously been unsure of how you felt about calling him daddy and yet here you were wantonly moaning it like it was the only word you knew. 

“This is exactly what you’ve been missing out on, isn’t it?” He asked, leaning down by you so that he could press your legs even more, folding you into a mating press as his thrusts began to drill down into you, the head of his cock bittersweetly bullying your cervix with each thrust. “Having an older man who knows exactly what you need… an older man who knows your sweet- fuck- young body in ways that boys your age don’t.” His dirty talk had your nails raking down your back and high pitched moans squeezing from your throat, “That’s why you didn’t turn me down like all the other boys who you knew just wanted to use you.” He let out a guttural moan by your ear that almost turned into a whine when the sound made your body clench further down him. “Do you want to come again, y/n?” You quickly nodded your head, scrunching your eyes for a moment to try and quell the tears that were building in them. “Then ask for it, ask your daddy if he’ll make you come.” 

“Daddy, please, please, can I come?” You pleaded. “Make me come again, please?” 

“Oh, well, seeing as you asked so nicely.” You cried out when his thumb began to draw circles on your throbbing clit and you buried your face in his neck as your nails curled into his skin, muffling your sob as your thighs wrapped around him, tiny cunt spasming around his thick cock. Just as quickly as you had tensed up, you went limp and Thranduil used the opportunity to pry your legs from him and kneel over your body, stroking his cock with lewd noises made by your slick as he spilled his hot cum over your bare chest, making him moan at the sight. He laid down beside you and watched as you panted for breath. 

Thranduil propped himself up on an elbow to lean over you, tenderly pushing wet hair away from your face and kissing from your temple, down your cheek, to the corner of your jaw. “You did so well, sweetheart…” He praised, “I’m so proud of you.” He punctuated his words with a kiss yet watched on as you still panted for breath, not yet down from your high. “Come,” He cupped your face to gently turn your head to face him, pressing his forehead to yours, “breathe with me now…” And he began to take in deep breaths, hold them and slowly let them out until your body had calmed right down and you turned onto your side and buried your face in his chest, caring very little about how his hair was tickling your face. 

“I feel much happier now.” You laughed slightly, making him laugh too as he reflected on how you had been sobbing over your dress earlier. 

“I’m glad to hear it.” He kissed the top of your head and smoothed your hair back affectionately. “I… I would much prefer this be kept a secret- '' He began, “-not because I only used you, no, I wouldn’t do that to you, but because I don't think our families would be all too happy. If you want to tell anyone what’s happened between the two of us, I understand but if we want to do this again, it might be best if we… see where things go before we tell anyone. This is just my suggestion but I leave the final decision down to you. I won’t tell you what to do.” You hummed and began to trace idle patterns on his skin with your fingertips. 

“You would… do this again with me?” You highlighted. 

“More times than you could possibly count, my sweet.” He replied with a slight laugh. 

“I… would like to keep this between us while I see how things go then.” 

“Very well…” He kissed the top of your head once more, “Let’s stay like this for a while then we can have a shower together, how does that sound?”

“Wonderful…” You hummed. 

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The gameplay reveal left me in despair. They just can't. They can't just violently murder Subscorp and on fucking pride month. Please say sike right now Ed Boon, this is not funny. I have been shipping those two since I was a child and saw them for the first time.

I'm already on copium pretending those two are their children.

But you know what!! Now I'm gonna ship them even harder!!!!

(I also love your story 'Be my king' not a lot of people write about the Snow Blind movie)

Ok, ok, first I gotta say I was a bit confused with this ask, and then I went to watch the trailer and check the SubScorp tag, and I'm--

And to be fair, that was quida hilarious!😅

Anyways before I say anything, let's calm down and take a deep, deep breath!

Let's go in *inhale*

And out *exhale*

And now let me do some damage control to Mr. Boon.

"They are brothers now."

He most definitely meant brothers in arms. They wouldn't just go ahead and make these characters actual blood related siblings. For obvious reasons: 🇯🇵🇨🇳

Also, I watched and rewatched the new trailerS and a couple things got my attention!

In the first trailer, Liu Kang said: You can face each other like sworn enemies or united as brothers.

The bit "sworn enemies" that plays a big hint to their old dynamic. The Shirai Ryu and the Lin Kuei were beyond "bitter rivals" they were sworn enemies, with a historical and cultural war going on!

So it's very much clear the characters from different/opposite backgrounds, raised to hate each other, are still there.

Which makes this whole, actual siblings very unlikely. (Breathe people!)

Another important bit from the first trailer is Lui Kang explaining how, in his timeline, they all "chose peace"

So Kitana and Millena are together as sisters. And SubScorp is in some sort of peaceful pact (such as the previous games)

But now there's this trailer and we get to see more of Kitana and Millena's new dynamic and they are not fully at peace, Millena doesn't trust Kitana even Kitana saying she just wants to help!

For me, it felt like this timeline pushes enemies to seek a peaceful pact but that doesn't come with ease, they still have issues to overcome.

So SubScorp are two members of sworn enemy clans, they are bothers in arms, and they have to fight for each other as such, they have to leave hundreds of years of historical and cultural baggage behind and work together to help Lord Liu Kang.

They have to fight like brothers, even though they aren't, they must. That's how they keep peace in this timeline.

Another thing I found in the second trailer:

Noticed the different outfits? The first one brand new matching with Hanzo’s and the second one looking classic-like?

You can argue these are just different outfits, but I'm pretty sure Sub is the only one in the whole trailer who displays a different outfit, Hanzo himself never changes.

So I think you caught my drift already, right?

Kuai is baby, he knows from other lives how to form a bond with Hanzo, how to be his ally, how to stand by him and watch his back!

Bi-Han, on the other hand... what if Bi-Han is part of their challenge to keep the peace between their clans, what if, like Millena, Bi-Han is sceptical and distrustful? What if he puts their dynamic on the edge? What if he can't accept Hanzo as his brother(-in-law) in arms? And that's their personal struggle in this timeline they gotta solve?

So, what you think?

Edit: forgot to mention, I'm so glad you liked Be My King! Makes me so happy to see Snowblind being appreciated!💙💛💙💛

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Ok but that last pic that @victoriacapo made of yuuji has me thinking of all the different hoodies he probably owns and how comfy they are and how many i want to borrow/steal.

Aww that's right! That picture is so beautiful! I can't stop looking at it!

Yuuji used to have no money, so he could only afford a pretty small wardrobe in the past. Just enough so he could always wear something clean while the rest of his clothes were in the laundry.

But since he gets his monthly income from being a Jujutsu sorcerer, he can buy more things. And he has a friend like Nobara who loves going on shopping sprees, so Yuuji tags along, and when he sees something he would like, he can finally, for the first time in his life, just buy it, even though he doesn't really need it.

That's how his hoodie collection grows steadily. They are all in bright colors. Yellow, red, pink, green, orange... sometimes the color looks awful in combination with his pastel pink hair, but you don't have the heart to tell him because Yuuji smiles so sweetly at you and is so happy about the newest addition to his wardrobe.

But there's an easy solution to this... you just steal those sweaters from Yuuji. It's such an amazing feeling to wear them! Yuuji's hoodies are large because of his broad figure, and somehow he always picks the ones with the softest material.

And they smell so good! You can't help but sniff them, pulling the collar over your nose and inhaling your boyfriend's typical scent, which makes the butterflies dance in your stomach. Laundry detergent and a mix of his deodorant and the perfume he sometimes uses, and traces of his hair wax and hairspray from pulling the hoodie over his head. And there's this faint special Yuuji scent that's underlying everything. Maybe it's his sweat or his beautiful aura manifesting into a unique fragrance. You don't really know what it is, but it's intoxicating. Somehow Yuuji's clothes always smell like sunshine or summer nights to you. And like love and comfort and home.

You love wearing Yuuji's hoodies because they make you feel even closer to your boyfriend. And they are so comfy! It's so soothing to be wrapped in Yuuji's scent and the warmth of the soft fabric.

And wanna know something else? You aren't the only one who loves it when you wear Yuuji's clothes. There's a pair of honey eyes watching you happily when you walk into the room in one of your boyfriend's hoodies. It makes Yuuji's heart do somersaults anytime he sees you in his clothes. Sharing his hoodies with the person he loves feels so intimate to him, and he loves knowing that it makes you happy too!

All characters are of age

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Arthur’s Pillow (Arthur x Reader)

a/n/: In which the resident mystery writer discovers his new favorite pillow... but at what cost? (Ans: MC’s patience)

[Characters]: MC, Arthur

[Tags]: Sleepiness, Comfort, Fluff

[Word Count]: ~1000 words

~*~

It was a pleasant spring evening. The crescent moon shone through the mansion’s French windows, illuminating the hallway that MC sauntered through on her way to her room. However, just as she rounded the corner, another figure blocked her path.

“Well, well, well. Right on time, MC.” It was the mansion’s resident flirt, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

“…for what?” She arched a skeptical brow at his high-spirited tone. “Were you wandering around looking for me again?”

“Not on purpose, I assure you. Although I do think it’s rather interesting that we do happen to bump into each other quite often when I’m on break from writing.”

Arthur walked closer, daring her to look away from his dazzling cerulean eyes.

“As to your first question: Why, to keep me company, of course,” he spoke confidently.

His gloved hands wrapped around her own, warming them up instantly.

“Tending to the garden at night must’ve left you absolutely chilled to the bone!”

“How did you know I was out?” MC wondered out loud.

Much like the infamous detective he penned, Arthur had a knack for observation and deduction, she knew. However, her question wasn’t born out of shock but rather intrigue, as she could learn a thing or two from him.

“Simple! I had a clear view of you from my bedroom window,” he said.

Disappointment was evident on her face, and she slouched at the simple answer. That shift in expression didn’t elude the mystery writer either, who chuckled to himself.

“I bet you were hoping for a cleverer reasoning, hm?”

“No…”

Arthur translated her hesitation to mean “Yes”, after all.      

“Arthur, I don’t have time for this. I need to go sleep,” she whined as she pulled back her hands from his.

She rubbed her face and her eyes to dispel her growing drowsiness. He wrapped his left arm up around her shoulders, keeping her locked in his warm embrace. The scent of coffee that clung to his blazer wafted into her nostrils, effectively waking her senses but not her fighting instinct.

“Let me at least walk you there, dove,” he offered.  

Her legs were as heavy as lead by this point, so she allowed herself to lean against Arthur as he led the way. They stopped at his bedroom door.

“I really should get back to my room,” MC insisted, but her voice betrayed her.

Arthur pouted, leaning his forehead against hers. He shook his head, which by effect also shook hers.

“But I’ve missed you. Won’t you humor a hard-working man with your lovely presence?”

“Ughhh… ok, fine. Alright, ok, alright…” she mumbled, shrugging tiredly as she did.

And so, MC found herself curled up in Arthur’s lap while they sat on his chaise longue. He leaned against the back cushion, admiring how his ink-stained fingers swept through her soft hair from the roots to the crown of her head.

His eyes widened when he heard a low rumble from his lap. What he thought were her snores were actually… purrs? Like a cat? Preposterous!

Preposterously… adorable!

Arthur caught himself in a whole new dilemma. His hands suddenly felt clammy, and he ardently rubbed his palms against his shirt without waking her up. He resisted the urge to fawn over this uncharacteristically vulnerable side of his beloved. She looked so peaceful, so serene. It was starting to overwhelm him emotionally; his bloodlust causing his fangs to ache and his ears to ring. He inhaled sharply, gingerly carrying MC to set her down on his bed while he went to take care of his thirst.

‘A quick trip to the kitchen for some Rouge should suffice… for the next six hours.’

The next morning…

It was nearly 5 am when MC felt the rise of her consciousness again. It was quickly followed by the force of a tremendous, devastating, unbearable weight on her person. Her eyes flew open to the stillness of a room faintly familiar to her. Once her vision had adjusted to the darkness, she realized she had fallen asleep in Arthur’s room.

But if that’s the case, then where was…

“Zzzzz…. I’m… the greatest detective… in town…”

The gears in MC’s mind started turning, ever so slowly.

An arm was wrapped around her waist — ‘The audacity of this man!’— and a leg caged her in his embrace. As much as she wanted to listen to his sleep-induced musings, she had a bigger problem on her hands.

“A-Arthur…!! So… heavy…!” She inhaled sharply, freeing her arms to scoot his head off her of squished chest.

He jolted in his sleep at the movement while she removed his limbs. She wiggled her way to the edge of the bed by the wall to sit up, and his head plopped back down onto his actual pillow. She sighed with relief at last, shocked that she was even able to breathe the whole night in that position.

“But you are so waaaaaarm…” he drawled.

He reached over again, only to get smacked and karate chopped while she tumbled and stumbled out of bed. Back on her feet, she straightened her work clothes, which definitely needed changing now.

“I can’t believe I feel asleep! What happened to walking me to my room?”

“Oh come now, luv, you loved every second of it, didn’t you?”

“Uh, no, I was being smothered in my sleep…” She shook her head in disbelief, muttering, “—can’t believe this.”

She was halfway out the door when she heard Arthur call out.

“Hey, MC… wait! There’s something I have to tell you,” his voice trailed at the end, and his eyes were downcast.

“Yes, Arthur?” She stared blankly at him, not really in the mood for his tricks so early in the morning.

“Would you kindly…” he sat up and pressed his hands together as one would in prayer, “…fetch me a cup of coffee, it’s the only thing that holds me back from biting you. You smelled especially scrumptious all night and—.”

SLAM!

The last thing Arthur heard, as MC stomped loudly down the hall, was her flustered cry of “UNBELIEVABLE!” in the distance.

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Rest Your Weary Hands Part 13

It's a real short one today, my migraines have been terrible and I wanted some fluff.

Part 12 Snippet 1 - Fierce Protector

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Contains: Smut (BJ), fluff, sparring as foreplay, bratting, OC is short (mentioned in regards to other characters), OC has curly hair. I do my best to be inclusive but I find it really hard sometimes, I'm sorry if this no longer applies to you.

1,418 Words

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Queen Aslaug walks into your little Healers store with one request, help her son. Said to be blessed by the gods, you find your life becoming more and more intertwined with the young prince as you do your best to ease his pain. It will soon be apparent that outside forces have other ideas.

When you woke up, you were on your side facing Ivar and he was on his back with one of his arms resting across your body. He looked peaceful, mouth slightly open, chest rising up and down.

You had an idea, one that you and Ivar would both approve of. Moving slowly, you kissed his neck first, the skin soft under your lips. Then you moved down his bare chest, running your fingers in delicate patterns while your lips kissed across his collar bones.

Still asleep.

You moved on top of him now, making sure to rest your weight on the bed underneath him rather than on his legs. You pressed a kiss to the dome of his shoulder and then down his arm, he stirred a bit. You moved over to the next arm and Ivar's hand twitched, as you grazed over his ribs a hand came up and intertwined fingers with your hair.

"Good morning y/n. You smiled and kissed a path up his body to his chin, then cheek, then, finally, his lips.

"Good morning Ivar."

He pulled you into a kiss, the soft to and fro encouraging you to lay on top of him. You took the hand that was resting on your breast and placed it on the bed.

"That's not my plan this morning sweet love, lay back and enjoy yourself." He laid back with a strange look on his face and you made your way down his body, stopping to kiss his skin as more was revealed.

He was already hard when you pulled the covers off his legs, standing proud against his stomach. You ran two fingers tips from the head to the base and Ivar inhaled. You did it again, with all four of your fingers ,this time and his head lulled to the side. You leaned down and pecked the same path, stopping to give a kitten lick every so often.

He lifted one of his hands up and grabbed a hunk of hair, "don't be a tease y/n."

You lifted your head and smiled at him

ok

You wrapped your hand around the base and took the tip into your mouth, and Ivar's hand held you a little tighter. You started moving the hand around him while your mouth moved slowly downwards, his breathing was ragged now.

"Oh Gods, you're being cruel." You pulled off him, making eye contact before taking just the very tip into your mouth and sucking hard, then you pulled off him again and turned your head to kiss the side of his prick.

"Sorry about that My Dear." He looked so frustrated so you took mercy on him and got to work.

Both his hands were in your hair now, fingers pressing lovingly into your scalp. He was going between looking down at you and slamming his eyes closed while his head pushed back into the pillow, every time he met your eyes his hips would sputter and shake. After a while, he let out a particularly shattering breath and you feel a warmth spread on your tongue. You let his softening cock fall out of your mouth, making sure to touch a kiss up it as you moved up his body.

"Thank you Ivar, I really enjoyed that." You gave him on hard kiss on the lips then pulled away. Ivar looked a little stunned.

"Where are you going?" You turned behind you while pulling a dress over your head, "to breakfast Dear, you are more than welcome to join me." By the look on Ivar's face, you were going to be in for it sooner or later.

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You were back at the training ground with Ivar and his Brothers again, you hadn't seen much of their fighting since they had returned.

"How about a rematch?" Sigurd gestured to your sword with his. You tilted your head and smiled at him.

"You've been off raiding and I've been sitting at home all that time, don't you think you have an unfair advantage?" You picked up the sword anyway and squared up. It was a little harder than the first time, but you hadn't just been sitting around, you had been training with the royal guards most days.

It took longer, but you beat Sigurd and then Hvitserk, Ubbe was a little harder and actually got you on your back for a moment but he over swung and you took the chance to best him.

"You next Ivar?" he nodded and stood up tapping his sword with yours before swinging at you.

You were on the back foot right away, unlike his Brothers, he didn't hold back or underestimate you. You had both hit the ground more than once and had switched to dull training swords as the fighting got more aggressive. An audience had formed, watching with rapt attention while your swords clashed, but you were tiring and Ivar wasn't. Before you realised he had you pushed into a tree, your sword daggling useless at your side.

"I win." You reached up and pulled him into a kiss, hoping you would be able to get the upper hand, but all he did was push you harder into the tree. The kiss got deeper and he was dropping his sword to this side, then he was running the hand up your leg and over your ass, grabbing a handful before moving to your back.

Everyone was still standing around watching, you pulled away from him and pointed to the people standing at his back, Ivar leaned down and kissed out hard one last time before walking away from the tree and pulling you with him.

**********

You wonder back to the hall covered in mud, a little cold but with a pleasant ache and warmth in your muscles.

"You should have come with us to avenge Father, I would have loved to see you on the battlefield." You shook your head.

"Had we done that, Ubbe would have shut us in a tent and we would have returned already married. I don't think your Mother would have approved." He chuckled, "yes, you're right. Plus, I wouldn't have gotten much done with you sleeping in my tent next to me, especially after watching you fight all day." He was running his fingertips over your neck

up down up down up down

Your whole shoulder was tingling and you had the almost unbearable urge to press your body into his, "Ivar, that's very distracting." He lifted his eyebrows up and did it again, "oh this?"

You spun around quickly and nipped his hand, "yes Ivar, that." he left his hand on your face and you pressed a kiss to his palm.

"We have to start planning our wedding, Dearest." Ivar smiled warmly at you.

"I don't care, I would marry you on a filthy, shit covered Saxon street." You pulled him into a hug and pressed your face to his chest.

"Oh Ivar, I don't deserve you." He clutched you into him, "yes, you do. You have shown me more kindness and faith than anyone else in my life. It's me who doesn't deserve you."

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It was late, you were undoing your hair for the night when Ivar walked in and sat behind you. He took over removing your braids, stopping every now and then to retwist a curl, "I wished you'd wear your hair out more, it's so beautiful." You shook your head and best you could with his hands on you.

"It's a lot of work Ivar, if you want to waste away your day keeping each curl perfect you're more than welcome." his hand shifted from your hair to your shoulders.

"You would allow me to do your hair if I wanted you to wear it out?" You nodded.

"Of course, I like it when you touch me." You saw him smile in the mirror. "Good to know."

You spent the next little while showing Ivar how to do your hair, he kept asking you if he was pulling to hair or hurting you. You were mostly asleep by the time he was done, your head moving with his hands.

"I think it's best that we get you to bed." He ran his hand over your face one last time before getting up and pulling back the blankets, removing his shirt and climbing inside.

"Thank you Ivar, for everything." as you climbed into bed next to him he pulled you into your chest and whispered into your ear.

"If you don't think you're in trouble from your behaviour this morning, you're mistaken." His hand on your upper arm squeezed a little harder and you pushed yourself up to brush your lips over his jaw.

"That was my plan."

Part 14

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Thoughts? Feelings? I think I did better with the smut this time.

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10 first lines

share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics / wips

hi @teeteringpileofunusednotebooks and @nv-md! tysm for the tag + i’m sorry i’m so late!! mari – i’m ridic excited for your stupid number of WIPs – also i feel like you’ve started writing at least? two more? since you posted your version? i’m laughing, but with love. ali – your lines are all so perfect and make me miss ur writing so much! nv-md binge incoming!!! 

the last time i did this was exactly 10 published fics ago, so this is actually perfect timing! last time i also completely ignored the rules and talked in-depth about each line, and u kno what? tumblr is about the only place i feel comfortable being stupidly self-indulgent, so here we are again lmao 🙈

in reverse chronological order:

1. For Lack of Wanting (8.4k, E, unrequited drarry)

I was obsessed with him, you know.

(this line and also the entire first section is so tell-y but tbh i purposefully didn’t care. i just wanted to write some fucked-up unrequited roleplay sex, you know? sometimes you have to forget about writing good and just treat urself)

2. Still the pine-woods scent the moon (15.5k, E, remus/harry)

It seems like a reasonable idea, at first.

(so this fic actually started off as a sirius/harry after i went on a huge @lqtraintracks bender one weekend [and if u haven’t already, stop what ur doing and go inhale all 19 lqt sirius/harry fics immediately]. then i realised there was nothing i could really add to a sirius/harry fic that hadn’t been done already - but i came across this art and it lodged itself into my brain forever. it’s just the vibes, u know?? how soft remus looks but also the way he’s looking right at the camera?? that man is in CONTROL. so anyway then obv i needed to find a way to get him into grimmauld place so he could walk in on draco fucking harry in the arse. thus: first line.)

3. Ferrety Little Mouths and How to Snog with Them (5k, T/M, soft drarry kissing)

“And she lost her shit, can you believe it?”

(can’t rly take credit for this one; this whole section with draco talking about his ex is almost word-for-word a convo i had with a friend about their ex and their friend who was weird about it. not quite sure the phrase “she lost her shit” was used, but that was def the vibe.)

4. Two to Lie and One to Listen (85k, E, drarry fake relationship [sort of])

She’d got another letter from the Ministry that morning. It was from the Muggle Liaison Office this time. 

(god, this fic. in the very first draft, hermione was the legit villain: the sort of friend who is well-meaning and loudly supportive, but is lowkey bigoted and doesn’t think that queer relationships are as meaningful as straight ones. then before the first big rewrite i started thinking more about her motivations and had the idea of making her trans – both to give her a non-bigot reason for agreeing to help draco hide his sexuality and not tell harry about it [it’s all about the trauma, folks!!], but also as a nice little fuck-you to jkr. so then she needed more of her own storyline, bc it felt like a bit of a cop-out to be like “hey this character is trans i swear! anyway let’s mostly ignore her and have her get in the way of the main pairing” [which, honestly, is still sort of the vibe of the fic], so she got her big Let’s Change The World Campaign.

the first version of this prologue was from draco POV; the second version was hermione POV but she was sooo mean and angry; this one is the third attempt. i wanted to show her desperate attempts at making any kind of change, anywhere at all, so it’s a bit more plausible that when she runs into draco malfoy, she’s like “ok yeah sure let’s pretend to be boyfriendgirlfriend!” lol. also does it bother anyone else that there are three different tenses in this one line? everything about this fic makes me sick lmfao)

5. Per my last letter (I hope you choke on it) (10k, T, epistolary author!harry/publishing-grunt!draco)

CURRICULUM VITAE: Draco L. Malfoy

(can’t remember whose idea it was to start with a cv? it seems like the sort of lazy backstory shortcut i would do, lmao, unless it was actually @lastontheboat​’s idea, in which case it was a genius move to introduce draco’s work struggle and set the tone for his journey thru the rest of the fic)

6. An Auror Error (1k, T, stupid drarry auror fic written in tongue-twisters)

Harry shivered under Malfoy’s stern glare.

(1. wanted it to be left a bit ambiguous what harry’s actually feeling here [reality: he’s shivering bc he thinks draco is sexy when he glares, but also he could be scared bc he’s being interrogated?] 2. playing around a little bit with the s/sh sounds. easing into the nonsense to come.)

7. Eight o’clock, tomorrow evening (11.5k, E, drarry legilimency sex)

It was seven fifty-five, and Draco’s stomach churned.

(listen, i thought i was doing something with the title being a line from the end of The Four Doors, which this fic is a lil sequel to. this first line was (a) tying that together even more and also (b) establishing the POV switch from harry POV in 4D)

8. The Taste of Țuică (15k, E, ron/harry/draco)

Mum always says my problem is that I care too much. I think that’s nonsense, honestly—one of those meaningless things mums say to make you feel better about overreacting to stupid shit. But I can’t deny that I care about my friends. I mean, really care about them. You know?

(i’m including the whole first line here instead of just the sentence bc i was trying to do sooo much here, lmao. first, i wanted to really ground this fic in ron POV, and the weasleys are so very Family [u know??], so i wanted to get that in asap. i also wanted to get in ron’s maybe-demisexuality in there – i love love LOVE getting characters to explicitly state something about themselves while also simultaneously not realising it at all [seriously i do this all the time, promptly forget about this if ever u plan to read one of my fics bc it will be all u can see now haha] and this absolutely an example of that. poor old ron is going “hey i love my friends soooo much, i love hermione, and also i love harry, i just love them both SO MUCH. wait why tf did i kiss harry that one time???” what a chump.)

9. Belatedly Consummated (4k, E, drarry post-arranged marriage fuck)

The problem is: Harry can’t stop touching Draco.

(idk man i just really liked the thought of these two idiots having to cohabit and try to remain platonic while they get a magical boner every time they touch each other ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ this one also gave me a chance to do another thing i rly like to do, which is take the first line and make it the last line, except the last line is somehow Resolved. last lines are fuckin HARD, i use this trick all the time, pls also forget this one before reading any of my fics, ty)

10. Show them the night that they dreamed about before (6.5k, E, percy/harry/draco)

Draco’s first thought is, Huh, Potter’s here again.

His second thought is, What is he doing, bent over the desk like that?

His third thought is, Oh. Weasley is fucking him.

(i think this was the first thing i wrote for this fic and i lowkey still love it. i think it’s maybe a bit confusing? clunky? i feel like one of my beta’s didn’t like it? but it makes me laugh and also i enjoy the mental image of percy going to town on harry and draco standing there experiencing a whole-ass face journey while otherwise completely motionless, so.)

BONUS WIPS:

1. 10k/15kish written, E, silly drarry vagina fic

As soon as Harry wakes up, he knows that Something is Not Right.

(i feel like this might stay the same in the final version? this wip is about 5 years old lmao but i’ve been playing with this beginning section a bit recently. have made it 100% sillier and imo it’s improved it so much. still not sure i’ll ever finish it.)

2. 27k/50kish written, M, drarry polyjuice clubfic

In general, Harry is grateful for Hermione’s efforts to keep him alive.

(i strongly suspect i’m going to rewrite this entire first scene once i actually finish the fic and realise there are secret themes that currently elude me. atm it works as a way of getting them to where they need to be [on a brisk morning walk!] and also as a joke later on in the fic, but there’s nothing else really going on with it.)

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god i’m so sorry for hijacking a simple tag game to talk about myself at such obnoxious length ;_; hope it encourages more writers to talk about their processes tho, i need more fic writing meta content now galla’s bonus podfic episodes are offline. tag me if u do this / come across this pls!!! love u ❤️