#sorry for the long ass snippets 😭

[pedroshotwifey]

WIP Wednesday Game

Thank you, @kewwrites for tagging me!

Step one: Post snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet)

Step two: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on, then prioritize the one with the most votes.

Step three: Ask me about my WIPs! I've got lots of lore to share + more snippets, etc.

Alright, I have a few loaded up for y'all, but I mostly just cleaned out my WIPs. Most of them were requests, which you will also be seeing a bit more of here soon!

First off, we have a lil snippet of TTF 9:

You push against him, trying to pry his arms away, and this, combined with the seriousness ebbing into your tone, finally catches his attention. He looks up at you, a slight pout on his full lips.  “I just need to let her know,” you say, waiting for him to loosen his grip, but he only sighs.  “Honestly, I don’t think that’s a good idea, sweetheart,” he admits, looking at you with genuine concern.  You frown, a bit taken aback.  “What do you mean?”  He sighs again and looks down past you, almost like he’s getting ready to explain something to a small child. You don’t like the way it makes you feel like such. You’ve noticed recently that he has a tendency to make you feel like a kid, though you don’t think it’s intentional. The age gap definitely doesn’t help either. It makes you worry sometimes that you’re too immature for him, even though you know you’re not in the slightest.  “I don’t think you should tell anyone you’re leaving,” he explains.

Next up, FB 7:

What’s worse, though, is the way your brain plays tricks on you. You see memories from your childhood, your mom and dad standing vividly in front of you.  Sometimes, you’ll wake and find Mando hovering above you, adjusting your pillow, cleaning your wounds. It seems so real, as real as the tears in your eyes and the ache in your chest, but you know it can’t be. It feels real, sounds real, looks real, but you know it's a figment of your cruel imagination. A fever dream trying to trick you into thinking that everything is okay.  It doesn’t work though; you know better than that. So you close your eyes again, as you do every time, willing your body to get the rest it needs and your brain to stop fighting with your heart. There are a couple times where you close them fully expecting not to open them again, and you find that the thought doesn't scare you. Being exhausted is exhausting, you decide after the first few times. 

Lastly, I got that Marcus Moreno fic I was talking about a while back:

He looks fucking gorgeous as always. He’s wearing a light blue button-up with black slacks and shiny black shoes. And, of course, those thick-rimmed glasses that have proven themselves to be your ultimate weakness. He smiles back at you and it’s like your blood turns to lava coursing through your veins.  “Hey, sweetheart,” he says way too casually as he sets his coat down on the chair beside him. “How was your day? Missy didn’t give you too much trouble?”  It takes you a moment to register that what he said required an answer. You were too busy picking his outfit apart and damn-near tearing his clothes off with your eyes.  “No, she was an angel as always!,” you say completely truthfully. Missy is the sweetest, most calm child you’ve ever babysat. At six years old, she is perfectly well behaved. “Did a bit of swimming and played a board game before dinner. She’s out cold now.”  Marcus beams as he walks to the kitchen.  “I’m glad to hear,” he calls out to you as he starts rifling through cabinets. “C’mere, I got something for you.”  Your stomach flips, but your brows furrow. Why would he have something for you?

Feel free to send in some asks! I'd love to see what y'all are thinking!

NPT: @callachloe @nerdieforpedro @wannab-urs @beskarandblasters @chaotic-iguana @morallyinept @romanarose and anyone else who wants to play!

[sparrows4bats]

hi! i’ve recently read your stray au and i CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT 😭😭😭😭 i really like both versions of the au but i think this is more ver 1 so this hc is rooted in that; i wanna see jondami meet as their hero/antihero counterparts for the first time and its jon not clocking that stray is damian and since i’d like to think that dami as stray has taken more of selina’s flirty tactics when encountering any hero—boosts their egos and stomps on it with his foot, crushing it to pieces. but jon? jon’s too adorable not to mess (straight up flirt) with in damian’s eyes 🥺

it’s the little remarks like how strong he is or how the scars he gains never truly ever stick, how kind he is with people—actual genuine compliments mixed with a little cat flavored taunt-flirt. “something something damian compliments him on his fists actually his punches and how it really hurts—i wonder what other things those hands can do?”

jon turns his head at near neck breaking speed, face all red all the way up to his ears. and stray is just standing there smiling like it’s just the facts!!! nothing weird!!!! throw in some, “aw, that’s adorable.” and jon just wondering why the universe has allowed this to happen

(i also am a firm believer of jon finds stray dami so distracting bc he is SOOOO pretty like god forbid something happens to damian bc superman jon kent will GET your ass i fear)

sorry. i just love stray aus 😭 thank u for the food sorry for the long ass yap 😭😭😭

Thank you! Please yap at me!

I love posting, but I don't get a lot of comments or asks, so I adore when someone builds on my au ideas.

Stray Au is one of my favourites, and I'm working on more snippets or another version where Jon is teamed up with stray instead of meeting him accidentally because I love writing flirty Damian.

Jon is a distracted mess when Damian uses the tactics Selina taught him.

With others, he doesn't have to do much, just bat his eyes and pout, and people are taken back enough that he can rob them, but he has fun seeing just how much Jon can handle.

He is a menace and loves to see to see how brightly he can make Jon blush.

This ask has inspired me. you have no idea!

[frekyaka]

Another (old) oc

I forgot to post these a few days ago but I redrew my first eltingville oc I did like when I first got into the pilot for the first time? (Legit butterflies on billy ballsack..) she was supposedly scrapped because in my opinion I wasn't really feeling her and also because it's quite self indulging to the point I'm cringing on myself so I had to drop her ass, but I like how I did her hair so she's back in business BAAAABYYY

(also boken inglish forgib me 😢)

First design (I was making an introduction thing and gave up halfway)

Lazy redraww (I made her a bad bitch in the wte vers like damn..?? what even is my sexuality anymore 💀)

I guess background info? (I'll make one for Dane, yes I'm looking at you @/indohyusbarf 🫵😋)

warning: very lengthy.. ?? I'm just yapping at this point.. sorry bros.. got too into it.. 😭

Valentine 'Val' Cooper is one of the popular girls in eltingville high or whatever. She's related to Joe (crazy..), and works in Joe's comic book store as a punishment for her rich ahh parents because she was caught in a major scandal and to also learn how the real world operates, be in shes excellent for the job as she casually rips people off 5 times the price, she's a business woman, just like her parents, and uses it in her ability to get more money and shit, (casually steals money from the register). She's perfect for the job but she has a complete intolerance to geeks and nerds (she doesn't know the difference and would not care to even correct herself, as if on purpose), saying that they are the disease and should get rid off in this orb of a planet.

Reasons and her views on geeks or nerds in general??:

She places immense value on social status, popularity, and outward appearances, carrying a deep-seated belief that people should conform to mainstream ideals, often viewing those who stray from the norm (especially geeks and nerds) as socially inept or unworthy of respect, being a 'geek' signifies obsession with niche or unconventional interests that diverge from what they consider acceptable or admirable. Rather than deeply engaging with any subjects outside their comfort zone, she participates only in trends they deem acceptable (within popular culture), she's uncomfortable with the people who get so obsessed (in her opinion to a borderline extent), that this discomfort she feels manifests into having bitchy judgmental attitude toward those who become borderline obsessed with their hobbies, such as video games, comic book fandoms, or technology (typical geeky shittt, like damn girl you hate ppl having fun??)

Working in Joe's shop/having to interact with geeks/nerds:

When confronted with someone who has a deep fascination or obsession, Val's reaction will be overly critical or dismissive, rolling her eyes, interrupt, or change the subject abruptly (are you gonna pay or not? 🙄), believing that engaging in such conversations is a waste of time or even flat out embarrassing. She firmly believes that social interactions should adhere to certain unwritten rules, and those who openly geek out about their interests defy those norms. She finds it very difficult to tolerate long conversations about niche topics that they don't understand or enjoy, perceiving it as self-indulgent and inconsiderate to the person they're talking to. (Neurotypical mindset .. sighs)

Finally, her experience with the gang (the elting shits!!):

Bill - she hates geeks

Josh - she hates fat geeks

Jerry - she hates socially awkward geeks

Pete - she hates .. geeks

I'll make an in-depth of their relationships one day 💀

Dane (oc) - she hates gay people, geeky religious geeks

Her relationship with Dane: (a little snippet of Dane's personality)

They have a sort of rivalry, more on to Dane than Val (She could not care less!! 🤣🤣). Dane hates her guts so much (because in his opinion she's just like the serpent in Adam and Eve),which Val takes it in her advantage to humiliate him if possible.

Back then, Val tried to flirt with Dane when they first met, which Dane pulled the fucking bible and recited bit by bit from the passage

1 Thessalonians 4:3-8..

straight up yapping away, straight up yelling it mostly to himself and Val is just taking it in.. So then the next time they meet, Val is either notoriously bullying him or ignores him, which both infuriates Dane (boy make up your damn mind.)

HYPOCRITE PAST:

In her younger years, she proudly identified as an 'otaku,' immersing herself in the world of Japanese pop culture. She adored reading shoujo manga and watching romance shows. She dives her interest in crossdressing too, typically dressing up as beautiful anime men (ikemen). However, as she transitioned into high school and embraced a more popular persona, her relationship with these interests began to shift.

Her passionate love for anime, manga, and crossdressing that once brought her joy seems to clash with the image she has cultivated as the popular girl (due to her parents influence to her and the school). In her sudden lift in being part of her new social circle, she has distanced herself from anything related to geek culture, adopting a dismissive attitude toward those who continue to embrace it. What was once a source of pride has now transformed into a source of embarrassment, leading her to criticize and even resent those who identify as geeks, nerds, or otakus.

She immerses herself in being part of a clique, classic hookups and drama, she engages her watch of sitcoms,and other mainstream movies and shows within her new social context. Instead of engaging in crossdressing, she now focuses on wearing stylish and sexy bad bitch clothes in typical popular and societal fashion (you go girl YEAAAHHHHHH)

She often looks down on those who continue to immerse themselves in the culture she has left behind, failing to recognize the beauty of the very interests that once brought her happiness.

[vampirevatican]

Omg stop you just gave me like something to request because I swear I’ll be thinking about it for like the longest like I don’t daydream about me and Ken with little scenarios😭. The brat Ken idea sounds really good though. So like could a request a Ken sato x black reader where like you and Kenji are dating but Ken could be having his big ego or brat behavior. And reader being tired as is and not having it just puts her hands on her hips and is like Ken go sit your ass down somewhere💀. Then Ken just see how she looks with her hands on her hips and whatever and folds😏. Idk why I’m into this thing where it’s like you get kinda dom with Ken and he folds no h let me put you in your place because I feel like he’s not like that. This sounds like a smut I’m not trying to make it smut because I get people don’t feel comfortable with that and I understand. I’m sorry I wrote a lot hope you are having a good day, evening, or night💕.

this has been long over due

"okay so to the non tht sent the follow up ask, i promise i'll answer and it'll be like a drabble/snippet brat/ego kenji x black reader coming soon"

*cracks knuckles* aight let's go

below is a freestyle of this request, tysm for requesting and sorry this took literally forever

His smart ass always had something to say.

"Ken you need to-"

"Yeah, yeah. Mina do me a favor and try encouraging me instead?"

He was currently trying to minimize damage to Tokyo while sending a kaiju back to its home without hurting it too much. Which was always a task he never had help with, til you came along.

"Maybe, I don't know. Try having the fight in the ocean. It already hates you so if you fight, off land..."

"Yeah, great idea."

You could hear the sarcasm in his tone and as much as it irritates you, he at least listened to your advice. By the time he came back, Mina and you were in the hideout. You pat a seat on the couch next to you and offer him a drink but when he goes to take it you pull it away.

"Aht, not with that attitude you gave me and Mina."

"That's not fair, you know-"

"That you're ass at your job, the weight of people's lives at stake is too much, you suck at taking responsibility?"

He sulks and tries to get his own drink but you stop him short by blocking it with your legs.

"Mina, give him a healthy drink. He needs it."

Not wanting to argue, he takes it but expresses his dislike of it. He knows you're right though. Just because he has 'daddy issues' and a 'desire to be adored' doesn't mean they should take priority over his responsibility. One he took on for his mom, and even if he didn't want to admit it — his dad too.

"Listen baseball boy, you've gotta get out there and treat it like baseball. The kaiju wants to go on land, but you're better in the water? Take it to your field. After that knock the ball out the park and back home."

He looks at you while you give him the helpful analogy while flipping through TV channels. A small smirk comes to him as he realizes you're purposely avoiding the bad news coverage about him. After a bit of silence with both of you watching his game that went amazing, you speak up again.

"Tokyo's got one ultraman... You've gotta live up to that, and I know you can."

[catsukiiee]

Please tell me we’re getting a new part of the messy situationship soon 😫

I'm currently writing another part right now 😋 this time y'all are getting Mr Katsuki Bakugo, I'm world building/character building for the Situationship World (I don't know what to call it 😭). Here's some silly little tweets while y'all wait

Yes they're related to what's being written 😁 Katsuki being a instigator and praying on Sero's downfall makes me giggle

QUICK CHARACTER DUMP:

READER.

Reader(You)is brown skinned (brown skin girlies need some love in this fandom).

Reader(You) is a Model (not a famous one just models on the side).

Reader(You) lives in a apartment & owns a car (leaving the images up to your imaginations)

HANTA SERO.

Sero is a Photographer

Sero is Japanese & Hispanic in this series

Sero's height is 6'1 instead of of his canon height

Sero is tatted and has piercings

Sero owns a expensive car and lives in a high-class apartment (he has his priorities straight besides being a dumb bitch around you) His apartment aesthetic livingroom bedroom kitchen bathroom

KATSUKI BAKUGO.

Katsuki is a well known tattoo artist

Katsuki is 6'3 instead of his canon height

Katsuki is heavily tatted in this series

Katsuki owns a motorcycle and a car (mostly rides the motorcycle) and lives in a high-class apartment

His house aesthetic

living room

kitchen

bedroom

bathroom

don't ask me why everyone lives in apartments 🧍🏽‍♀️

I'm feeling generous so here's a snippet (that'll probably get drafted)

"Goddammit, get in the fucking car." Katsuki walked after you, easily closing the gap between you two in four long strides. Tonight was cold, a horrible night to be defiant, but goddamn did this man piss you off.

He just had to bring up Sero while throwing his little jealous tantrum.

"No." You huffed, arms crossed tightly, continuing your walk down the sidewalk, shrugging his hand off your arm when he reached out to grab you. "It's cold, and you're wearing a thin fucking jacket. Get in the fucking car, or I'm forcing you in."

That stopped you in your tracks, whipping around to face him now, each exhale sending a puff of smoke from your mouth. Katsuki was breathing so hard that puffs of smoke were coming from his flaring nostrils, clearly trying to keep his temper in check.

Fuck him.

"You wouldn't."

Oh yes, he would, and he did. As soon as you said those words, his hands were on you, lifting you up onto his shoulder like you weighed nothing to him. No matter how much you squirmed and punched at his back, he didn't put you down. "Squirm all you want." He tsk'd, landing a smack on your ass. "Your little ass isn't going anywhere but in my car."

The people around you stared at you two, some looking on with big smiles, probably thinking you two were an arguing couple, while a few looked on like you two were creating a disturbance.

nottttt exactly smut so sorry for using the tags 😭 but there will be!

[svnflower-writes]

i could never give you peace

description: James reached his hand out, gently cupping Regulus’ cheek and moving some hair out of his eyes. “Hey, little star.” Regulus leaned slightly into the touch, but didn’t speak. “Let’s get you to your room, yeah?”

or

in which James comforts Regulus after a particularly bad fight with his parents.

relationship: bodyguard!james potter x regulus black

warnings: mentions of child abuse, secret/forbidden relationship, hurt/comfort, angst, james may be slightly out of character but idk maybe he's just sad 😭

requested: yes!! @allyeardepression requested this about 4 months ago and i am SO sorry for taking so long writer's block has been kicking my ass omg i started writing as soon as you requested it but it sat there unfinished for far too long. anyway i hope you like it!!!

note: uh ok hi. this is the first thing i've posted in MONTHS and i wrote most of it in class so it's not great but fuck it i had to post something. also... sorry. the first thing i write in five months and it's heartwrenching angst, which is very typical of me. also based off a taylor swift song which is also very typical of me

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54453148

marauders taglist: (lmk if you want to be added or removed) @lovefolder @gu1lty-as-sin @dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies @a-beautiful-fool @optimizedchaos @qwerty-keysmash @lost-in-reveriie @tulips-best @nqds

James had to pretend that it didn’t affect him, seeing Orion and Walburga treat their children like they did. After all, he was there to work for all of them. But Merlin, he felt bad. The looks that flashed across the younger brother’s face were subtle enough that anyone else would have missed it, but James didn’t miss any small details—especially when they were to do with the little star.

This was one of these moments, James was positioned outside the closed door as he heard the screaming match going on directly behind him. He heard snippets of conversation, words such as ‘useless’ and ‘pathetic’ making their way to his ears and crushing a little bit of his heart. He supposed he was lucky not to be in the room while it was happening, but all he wanted was to rush in and protect Regulus from the harsh words and actions of his parents.

James allowed his head to rest against the wall, exhaling slowly as his eyes trailed over the dark tiles on the ceilings. The decor on the house was not to James’ personal taste, a combination of dark brown, green, cream, and black. He glanced down to the floor, the extravagant geometric tiles making him feel claustrophobic and sick to the stomach. Harsh black wallpaper covered the wall, the dull gold picture frames making a pathetic attempt to soften the unharmonious glare. The paintings in the frames were judging him, the upturned noses and narrowed eyes made that obvious enough.

James and Regulus had been quick to subtly remove the paintings in the hallway outside Reg’s room—Orion and Walburga didn’t tend to go up there, so no one noticed. Sirius had given them a knowing smirk when he’d caught them sneaking down a hall with a covered portrait of one of Regulus’ great aunts, but he had said nothing. Sirius held an undeniable feeling of respect for James, he could see how much he cared for his little brother, and for that he was eternally grateful.

A sharp, high pitched shout broke James out of his trance, and he glanced at the door with a grimace.

Walburga Black was his least favourite person in the whole world. He couldn’t clearly hear what followed the shout, but he had a few ideas of what it could be. He had been in the room when this had happened a few times before, and Sirius had always seemed indifferent to his parents actions—James knew he wasn’t, of course.

It was all just an act in the Black family, everyone simply pretending to be okay and pushing their feelings to the back of their minds. Regulus was less numb to the pain, and while Sirius just sat there sprawled out on the couch, ignoring his parents, Regulus always looked unnaturally stiff. He was trying to copy Sirius, that much was obvious. But it was clear that the words got to Regulus, the way his brows furrowed and he blinked quickly or looked away with fiddling hands.

Then again, maybe there was a reason that James noticed these things—not that he could take much notice of whatever underlying feelings there were anyway, since Regulus might as well be his employer. He knew Regulus felt the same, of course. There were signs, there had been since a mere two months after James started the job. Fleeting glances, brief touching of fingers as James passed him something to eat, waiting for him in the halls— the list could go on and on.

Regulus knew that James liked him too, as James wasn’t exactly subtle. He tended to forget himself when they were around others, such as Sirius or Pandora—which made for a lot of teasing from the two. Barty and Evan couldn’t say much, as they were in much the same situation.

So the two had kept up the secret whispers and hidden gazes, neither boy making any more to further the relationship, even behind closed doors. There was only so much they could get away with, and they were not embarrassed to admit that they were terrified. They were terrified of the nature of their world, the judgements and the prejudice that came with merely trying to exist. They would prefer to be open with each other about their relationship, but they would take whatever they could get at this point.

The door next to him flew open and Walburga stormed out, not even sparing James the slightest glance as she walked past him. Orion followed close behind, the harsh glare painting his face giving James an idea of the severity of the fight. After the brother’s exchanged short hushed whispers, Sirius walked through the door, offering James a small, polite smile. He walked past and James stopped him quietly. Sirius’ eyes narrowed slightly.

“Is there anything I can do?” At James’ words, Sirius’ expression softened.

“Talk to him. I’ve done as much as I can, but I think we both know that you’re better at this stuff.” Sirius pulled James into a quick hug, “and thank you. It means a lot that you try, seriously. It’s not exactly part of your job description.” Sirius being Sirius, he laughed, but it was obvious that he wasn’t actually amused. James had known Sirius for three years, and if there was one thing he had learnt about him, it was his use of humour as a coping mechanism.

“You go sneak out to Remus, I’ll take care of him.”

Sirius grinned slightly, reaching out to ruffle James’ hair, “aw, you know me too well.”

James groaned at his now messy hair—as if his hair wasn’t always a mess—pushing Sirius away and waving him towards the door, “go find your lover, Pads.”

Sirius was out the door without another word.

James glanced down the hallway to ensure it was empty and walked into the room the fight had just taken place in. Regulus was sitting on the ground and had his knees pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped around them, and head leaning against the cushion of the couch. He didn’t look up when James entered, nor when the older boy crouched down in front of him. His face wasn’t betraying what emotions he was feeling, but James knew.

James always knew.

James reached his hand out, gently cupping Regulus’ cheek and moving some hair out of his eyes. “Hey, little star.” Regulus leaned slightly into the touch, but didn’t speak. “Let’s get you to your room, yeah?”

Regulus nodded, mumbling something incoherent under his breath before looking up. “Good idea.” he took James’ outstretched hand to help him up off the ground. Even well after he had stood up, he kept his hand in James’, determined not to let go.

Regulus clearly had something he wanted to say, but his brain was not connected to the rest of his body, still in autopilot from the fight. His eyes were empty and his hands were clasped together in front of him as James gently rested his palm on his lower back to guide him up the stairs. Regulus subtly leaned into the touch, his heartbeat slowly calming and the goosebumps littering his skin beginning to fade.

Merely being near James brought him an unparalleled sense of peace.

James let his hand rub up and down his lower back comfortingly, and for a brief second he considered taking Regulus’ hand in his own but he decided against it. His brain was plagued with guilt, wishing he could rescue Regulus from the cruel reality that was his family. But no matter what James wanted, it wasn’t that simple. It never was.

James could never give Regulus peace.

Regulus stopped walking and James looked up from where his gaze had been fixed on the floor in confusion. He soon noticed that they were in fact directly outside the door to Regulus’ room. Regulus seemed to take notice of the fact that James was lost in his head and he squeezed his hand reassuringly.

After checking if the hallway was clear, James quickly opened the door. He wasn’t really supposed to enter any of the private rooms in the house, but Regulus had insisted many times that it was alright. No matter how safe Regulus felt around him, he couldn’t risk Orion and Walburga spotting him. He really was Regulus’ only source of comfort.

Regulus sat down on his bed with a blank expression on his face. James sat down next to him and pulled a bottle of water out of his bag. He handed it to Regulus with no words spoken, because the pair didn’t need words. This routine was very familiar to the two of them now, it was almost a second nature.

James quickly checked for any injuries—he hadn’t heard anything to make him suspect that there could’ve been a physical nature to the fight, but he had seen enough bruises on the Black siblings to make double checking an automatic part of the procedure. There was one on the side of Regulus’ cheek, and James pulled out the healing ointment from his bag and carefully put a little bit on the bruise.

James pushed the guilt at being unable to protect Regulus from his parents aside, knowing that this was not about him.

Once Regulus had finished, he slowly leaned into James’ side, letting out a sigh as he closed his eyes. The crook of James’ neck was like a puzzle piece that was made perfectly for Regulus’ head, and as the two slowly relaxed into each other's presence, James let his hands drift up to Regulus’ hair. His fingers slowly entangled themselves into the dark curls as he comfortingly stroked Regulus’ forehead.

It was clear to James that the support Regulus needed right now was not someone to tend to his wounds, but someone to hold him. So hold him he did. James’ right hand moved slowly up and down the small of Regulus’ back soothingly, showing an undeniable caution not to startle the younger boy with any quick movements.

He cared more about the little star than was possible to admit, and he prioritised his safety over everything else. The two lay in each other’s arms for what felt like (and probably was) hours. Suddenly, Regulus shifted in his arms, mumbling something under his breath.

James tilted his head like a confused puppy, gesturing for Regulus to repeat himself. Regulus cleared his throat and glanced away.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For…” Regulus trailed off, and James was about to let it go—he wasn’t going to push for him to open up more than he was willing to do.

“...for keeping me safe.”

The dark haired boy’s voice was merely a whisper, head buried into James’ shoulder as he refused to meet his eyes. He was embarrassed, James realised. He didn’t know what to say, so he stayed silent.

James thought that the two were about to fall back into their silence, when Regulus spoke. “It’s peaceful.”

Giving him an inquisitive look, James turned to face Regulus.

“Being here with you. You’re peaceful.”

James stiffened slightly before slowly nodding, “yeah, I know what you mean. You’re peaceful too, little star.”

You deserve more peace than I can give you.

Regulus smiled up at him, entwining their fingers reassuringly. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more at peace than I am when I lie here with you.”

Merlin, it’s like he can hear my thoughts.

Finally, James responded. “You mean more to me than anyone else ever has, little star.”

There was a raw honesty in his tone. He may not love their situation, but he loved the boy in front of him with his whole heart.

No matter where this road was leading, James knew it was where he wanted to go. Whatever the roadworks along the way, he was in this for good.

[the-kr8tor]

So sorry for my absence- assignments have been kicking my ass hard (someone remind me why I had to practically become a youtuber for one?), then I got sick and TODAY I GOT A HELIX PIERCING (pain is temporary hotness is forever)

Daily Hobie HC!

Also it's officially winters here in the land of the down under and I am loving it

This was most possibly the longest mission ever that Hobie had been assigned to. And the most painful considering he couldn’t even see you.

It had been a whole week, and although working with the other spiderpeople hadn’t been bad at all, Hobie would rather choose to crash back into your arms than the world any day..if he could. Then he wouldn’t be here.

Thankfully, it was time that he could finally return to his dimension, and you.

Despite the obvious fact that you missed Hobie, you were’t lonely around the houseboat. You were reminded of him with the symphony of meows every time you watered the plants sitting against the windowsills.

Whenever the nights felt cold, you wore his shirts, cuddling your plushie that he had gifted to you, which smelled like him, so you could comfort your mind while he was gone.

Hobie had returned at night, the sky clear and the moon illuminating the room in a dim light. He could see your snuggled up form, the plushie in your arms under a bundle of blankets to combat the cold.

He couldn’t help but feel his heart pound in his chest at the adorable sight, knowing how much he’s missed you and how much you’ve probably been missing him.

Hobie carefully slips under the covers, making sure not to let too much cold air in. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back against his chest and burying his face into the back of your neck.

It wasn’t long until he was asleep as well, sleeping peacefully with your presence surrounding him in a bubble he never wanted to leave.

Although his original plan was to surprise you awake with kisses, Hobie was shocked to be woken up by a flurry of kisses being peppered all on his face, letting out a drowsy laugh as your hands excited came up to cup his cheeks.

Despite you beating him to his unspoken plan, he uncontrollably smiled through your affection. It was clear you spoiled him completely with your love, but who could blame you? Not him.

- 🐦‍⬛

Bestie I was about to send a search party for you! I missed you on here!!! And your daily hcs 🥹🥹🥺

Oof that sounds tiring! But yay for the piercing! You just got 5x cooler!!! Get well soon, have some soup 🍲💕

Daily Hobie HC ❤️❤️❤️

It is colder here too! Time for pajamas again! 🥰

I bet Hobie was all irritated bc he can't see you 🥹 literally like the 'I miss my wife' meme 🤣

The snippet of r missing him and wearing his shirts is so heartwarming 😭🥰

The cats def helped with the missing part tho! They probably cuddled r to bits while Hobie was gone! And they def missed him too 😭 like imagine them meowing at the door and waiting for him 🥹

Seeing r after weeks of missing her is probably such a relief to him 🥺🥰🥰

HIM SNEAKING INTO BED AND CUDDLING R WOZNKWNSKWNSJSN THAT'S SO ADORABLE 😍

BAHAHHAHAHHA R BEAT HIM TO THE SMOOCHES 🤭

Oh to have a love like this 🥺

[underacalicosky]

Out of Context

Pick a random line of your fic and post it with no context.

Thanks so much for the tag @wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart @tideswept and @edgeofn1ght ❤️ (And I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to respond. RL has been kicking my ass 😭)

Here is a snippet from a short fic that I hoping I'd finish in time for the Down With Love event hosted by @palfriendpatine66. I'm crossing all my fingers and toes that I'll get my act together to post it in time. 🤞

Next to him on the couch, Obi-Wan squirms and shifts his weight away from where he was leaning against Anakin’s arm. Obi-Wan stays like that for a handful of seconds before he mumbles an apology and quickly scurries from the living room to the bathroom around the corner from the kitchen.

I had to step away from tumblr for a couple weeks and am very out of the loop so I'm not sure who's been tagged. If you see this and you want to play, consider yourself tagged! ❤️

[shotmrmiller]

MILLER MILLER MILLER

I KNOW YOUR VERY BUSY BUT MY STARVED SELF NEEDS THIS OML

https://youtu.be/ZY1f7E_2iFA?feature=shared

THIS SONG RIGHT HERE GIVES ME THE ABSOLUTE CHILLS YOU HAVE NO IDEA HHHH

My heart fills with a sort if nostalgia, and my stomach fills with butterflies. It's very exhilarating! I can't help but imagine a sort of small drabble of like.. Simon realizing he's in love with you. Nah cuz I ain't no writer but uhmmmm I'm finna Write something and it's gonna be crusty but tbh idrc

Lmao this is turning out to be long even tho I'm writing it on a whim and pulling everything outta my ass-

You and Simon had a sort of tension ever since he got injured on duty about a year or so back.

Since you were the only Medic in the medbay at the time, you were the one to care for Ghosts wounds. Even though he was very cautious on the job, he managed to get himself a gunshot wound to the abdomen. He had lost quite a lot of blood, causing him to be in-and-out of consciousness.

As you swiftly work to get him a blood transfusion, you slip off his mask and pat the side of his face to try and wake him up. He groans with blurry vision and pain.

You attempt to keep him awake with questions, or making him talk.

"Sir, I need your name"

He coughs up a bit of blood, causing you to wince since it splattered a bit on your cheek.

"Ghost.."

"Alright Ghost, I need you to stay awake for me, yeah?"

"I can try, but no promises" he says with a cheeky grin, which quickly dissipates into a painful expression as you work.

"Alright big guy, I need you to turn on your side so I can see if there's an exit to the bullet"

You start pushing him to his side to assist him, and cut his shirt to find no exit of the bullet.

"Alright it's still in there, so I'm gonna need to dig a bit. I'm gonna give you something for pain" you say as you pull out a srynge of fluid, sticking him with it before he can react.

You get the necessary tools ready, and start digging carefully for the bullet. After pulling out a small silver clump of metal, you start sewing him up.

"Here's a souvenir for you"

You hand him the bullet. He chuckles a bit, but not too much.

(That's literally all I can think of as a backstory lmao ik it's lame hh)

Ever since that late night shift at the medbay, you and "Ghost", later on changed to "Simon", had become close. So close in fact, that it got to the point that even if he had a small cut or a very minor scrape, he would make a B-line to your section of the building.

You would always tease him for such things, giving him a sticker of his choice after every visit (And yes, you carry stickers around for him).

For some reason today, you hadn't seen him at all which was out of the ordinary. You found yourself waiting for him throughout the day, but he never showed up.

You mope away to your designated barracks, face saddened. After JUST getting comfortable in your bed, you hear a knock at your door.

You sigh, getting up frustrated to see who the hell it is. You swing the door open in grogginess to be met with Simon standing there with a sort of look on his face, and not a good one.

Lmao cliffhanger because it's 5am and the idea I had in my head was literally just an emotional Kissing scene in the rain when Simon has to go on a mission that he might not come back from, and you both realize you love eachother idk. (That's why I originally came here with the song lmao but I got distracted hhh sorry for wasting your time 😭) btw this was my first time attempting to write something so sorry that it's musty.

-♦️

kissing in the rain!

who cares about backstory! who cares if it's a repetitive trope! if that's what you're wanting your story to be then write it.

honored to be the recipient of your first ever little snippet.

let me give you a hug and i'm saving the song in my playlist.

[forzafe44ari]

HELLO. I found your fic on my ao3 search and i just finished it all in one go.

Dear nomy, your writing is absolutely perfect! I love all the characters and how their behavior match with the reality, and I ADORE THE WHOLE CHARACTER STUDY.

I love 1644 and how charles try to help lewis and how much he care for him. And how lewis let charles in his personal circle, although he hasn't done that with many peaple. It just shows how special their relationship is :((

Sewis phone calls are simply lovely. It's like seb is lewis' comfort person and he really does distract lewis from his struggles but only occupied his mind with some new ones😭(Absolutely lovely, do it more seb) But damn he's stupid! Like at least lewis is sure about his feelings but does seb know that he loves lewis? Or does he misunderstand it with 'respect'?

And I actually love that everybody wants lewis?! LIKE ME TOO😭 And I like it even more when lew reject them all💅🏼 Unfortunately, since I'm an overthinker, all I'm thinking is that what if lewis doesn't believe sebastian's love for him(if he has any plans to confess), cause he thinks he wants to hit on him like everybody else😭 (no lewis plz don't be stupid this time).

Anyway, my heart aches for lewis and how the media has been always cruel to him because of his skin color and now his gender. And what's even more disgusting, is that everybody only cares when it's about the gender. (And I'm very pleased that you mentioned the drivers didn't care much about the blm.)

I HATE REDBULL.

I'm so worried about lewis and this break through heat that would hurt him :(( It's so sad, I wanna wrap him in a blanket so nobody can hurt him, while he's also hurting himself among everyone else😭 I worry for Silverstone and I desperately need lewis to buy his favorite nesting materials to make a nest for himself :(( ( baby let me buy for you).

Thank you, author for writing such an amazing story and reading my long ass yap. Can't wait for the next chapter.

Hi sorry it took so long for me to respond!! Thank you so much for reading I very much appreciate it. This fic is truly a labor of love for me. I haven't had this much fun writing for a fandom in a really long time, so I'm glad you're enjoying it!

I’m so glad that you’re into my character study.  1644’s relationship is truly part of the backbone of this fic, as much as the romance, and I’m so glad that you’re into their relationship. I’m obsessed with them.

The Sewis phone calls are my way of finding compromise because I really wanted to set this fic after Seb retires. I feel like Lewis losing a lot of the drivers he came up with that he was close to would be a really fascinating way to show his new developing relationship with Charles, but also show how these two people—that being Seb and Lewis—actively need to choose to speak to one another. Like calling someone takes effort and Lewis asking for that effort to be made and Seb doing that is really quietly romantic to me.

As for if they’re aware of their feelings for one another. Lol. Why yes. I plan to release a few Seb POV snippets on here after I post the whole fic so I’ll be sure to have that addressed. Like just know Lewis is a SUPER unrealiable narrator. He quite literally cannot comprehend that respect and desiring someone aren’t mutually exclusive. He’s very “if respect me, clearly can’t want me”, which is diabolical.

Yeah I really love writing about the intersection of race and gender and the way that would affect a person. That was a huge part of why i wanted to write the fic and I’m so glad that it’s coming through.

Anyway, I’m glad you liked last chapter, now onward to Silverstone…sorry lol.

[andromedaskies]

Hi everybody! Long time no see (again). Sorry. There's a singular theme going on with my college experience, and that's that it keeps kicking my ass. Good news, I'm done by July, which means hopefully more fic. Bad news, so many exams in the meantime.

I've got a new fic incoming (it's a gift fic I promise it's coming soon 😭🙏) but I don't want to spoil that, so have a snippet from a different fic today. My Grave Neighbours fic has been stagnant since November, and I'd looove to get back to writing it. I figured putting a healthy passage out into the world will help encourage me.

If you're new here, you can find everything on this fic in the tag 'fic: grave neighbours' below. The 'him' here is Émile, my oc and Alex's dead fiancé 🫡. Henry and Alex have officially connected here and are currently inching slowly towards something like romance. Obviously, talk of death below. Enjoy!

“I keep seeing him.” Alex's voice comes out tentative. Henry looks his way, he's sure Alex can feel his eyes on him, burning into every contort of his expression, but he says nothing. “It used to be the same dream. I'd be waiting for him to come home, and the phone would ring and I'd pick it up and I–” He falters, curling his hand around the fabric of his hoodie. “I'd have to relive the news, over and over. I'd have to walk in through those morgue doors over and over to identify his body when it didn't even feel like there was enough of him left to identify–” Henry hears Alex's breath hitch, catch in his throat in favour of a wretched noise. He grabs his wrist, his hold light, but present nonetheless. “But now. Now I see him.” Alex sweeps his gaze over the graveyard, like perhaps he might see Émile here too; watching, in the land of the living. “I dream about him. He's in the kitchen, or he's yelling a goodbye at me because I'm late for work again or he's pulling me up the stairs or he's in my arms and he's laughing in my ear, but Henry–” His eyes flick to meet Henry's, wide and watery and terrified, and for a moment, Henry sees himself in them. “...Henry, it doesn't sound like him anymore.” Alex's voice is tiny. Weak. Frightened, like a child who's made a mistake and is still at the age where every mishap feels like an atrocious crime. He whispers a finishing blow: “I don't remember what his laugh sounds like.”

Henry watches him break, and he breaks a little too, and against all better judgement, he pulls Alex into his arms.

@run-for-chamo-miles, @cassiopeiaseas, @theplayfulfairy I'm scheduling this quickly as I power through coursework and as per usual idk who to tag so shhhh. lmk if you want in 🫡

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Hey y'all sorry I've been so MIA here 😭😭

I knowI haven't checked my notifs or inbox for like a week

I've got some life stuff (positive things) going on. I've been working on two big projects, one for outside professional work, and a bigger project to do with this blog.

I have PDA autism and ADHD but I'm making leeway so I'm really hopeful for it because it's something I've wanted to cover a long time plus it's asking some big questions about Marvel in general - ATSV included.

It's a BIG ass project so you might see a bit of snippets of the project from me on here (god willing 😭) but this project....

Gonna take some BRAIN POWER.

Butuhhh I'm still here!! I'm still doing Spider-man stuff constantly l!!

and with the voice actors back in the booth, I'm ready for the next wave of ATSV love.

But I'll be back and active and social soon soon soon (I hope) cause I can't wait to share stuff with y'all!!

Stay safe and Gucci y'all

[havange]

If you are, I'd love to see more of you two interacting! There was this old group Seph was in on here and they kinda split up and I've been missing seeing them interact with people on here! Do you know anyone else on here? Seph is close to @moonlightdancer26 ! I think the three of you would be hilarious! Sorry for the long ask :>

Na ur good I don’t mind long asks at all💖

Ian gone sit here and lie to you I don’t plan on being active on here like that😭 Only time I am is when Seph mentions me or theres a topic of something that’s going down on here that comes up in our convos so I come to scope the scene out and maybe mess with them a lil LMAO

Background info: Seph has been my bestie beloved going on 5 years in counting. We met each other on the second day of math class and for anyone wondering IIIIIIII was the one that made the first move and initiated our friendship and their first impression of me was that I was a bitch (which is absolutely hilarious) but it wasn’t because of the way I acted it’s just I have a natural Rbf(Resting bitch face) and I chose a horrible seat next to some actual bitches.

ANYWHO we were both quiet kids to an extent with Seph being a little more talkative in our math class but other than that our friendship came SOOOOO natural like i’m talking first day we were cackling and i’m pretty sure we were told by our teacher we had that we were going to be separated (to which Seph death stared at him and threatened to make his life hell if he actually did it, safe to say we were never separated😭😭) Along the way we also bonded over the various and I mean VARIOUS things we have going on, great example: Adhd (It’s very very VERY strong too)

BACK TO THE STORY we had plenty other classes and even lunch together so I told them to sit with me in our next class we had RIGHT after our math class and obviously we were still trouble in there💀 and from then on our friendship flourished and now I cannot be separated from them for shit not just because I love them… but also because they know absolutely every detail of every dark ass secret I have☺️

But ya besides Seph of course, I mean I know of people on here but not enough to where i’d consider us to be friends but ya I just be chillin OH SHIT but content wise we have thought about releasing snippets of just us being deranged😭😭😭so maybe y’all will see that sometime soon

@halfblood-princes-crown may or may not agree with the way I told the story but hell ITS THE TRUTH!!! from my pov anyways🤭

(I’m the driver!)

[trashmouth-richie]

HIH 16

 “Let's have fun tonight, okay?” she begs, “it isn’t every day Eddie’s old decrepit ass turns forty.”  <- I dead ass had a moment of trying to figure out how much of a time jump had passed before reading “he’s twenty nine, Maxine,” 😂

Their cabin home in the woods 🥹

“sorry we’re late, the missus was wrappin’ a last minute gift.” 

Me: Ooh Wayne got himself a lady!

Also me:

“I ain’t here to see you anyhow, came to see my favorite daughter in law to be if you’d just marry her already, didn’t even know it was your birthday you little punk.” 🥹

“I really hope you have liability insurance because Argyle is trying to teach Dustin yoga.”

“Cutting countless heads of hair in the renovated room above Master Mechanic’s, the auto shop Eddie co-owned with Wayne in Bridgeport” YES👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

  “Lady evil at it again,” Eddie teases (Me to Me: UGH REMEMBER HE DEDICATED THAT SONG TO HER AND THEN EVERYTHING WENT TO SHIT??🥲)

He holds his hand on your cheek, sweeping your skin delicately with the pad of his thumb, holding you so gently as if you were made of porcelain, “I’m gonna make you my wife.”  *tears up*

Your fingernails scratch lightly down his chest, skipping over the tattoo of little angel wings and a halo for the unborn child you didn’t get the luxury of holding, matching the one on your inner arm. The date etched below in Eddie’s own handwriting. *FUCKING SOBBING*

Opening your soul to him for the millionth time, spreading its wings and joining with his into that dream land he swore he’d take you to, dancing on the rings of Saturn, bathing in the springs of Jupiter.  <- IT’S BACK😭

ZIGGY!!!!😭 How the hell am I suppose to go through life knowing this series is coming to an end??? I know I’ll gets blurbs and snippets but I just love them so much!😩 I LOVE YOU (AND ALL YOUR WORK). Fantastic as always. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

god you always always ALWAYS give the best reviews.!!

Hahaha the time jump was necessary bc it’s just been so heavy. The blurbs will take place between now and after the trauma. Hahaha max is such a shit I love her.

HA. Listen Karen needs a *man* and Ted just wasn’t cuttin it. Byeeee

Since we were robbed of Eddie and Wayne I always imagine him to be just a little shit with him but also so serious and giving him the worlds best advice when it matters most.

Huffy Steve is my favorite Steve, I love him 😭

They needed to Gtfo of Hawkins and Bridgeport is the made up town reader lives in in twinflames 😭😭 (y’know? That abandoned fic I have) lol

Lady evil and the little tattoo were things I thought about at the very beginning of this story that I wanted incorporated. 😭💕

that line took me so long to figure out, literally added the day I posted it hahaha

The tattoo for the baby 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 breaking my own heart.

To date that Saturn and Jupiter references are my favorite of all time.

B I love you so so much, you have always been a constant since the very beginning of this silly fucking blog. Hypin me up when you were my only follower lmao. I love you bitch. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[alienturnipp]

Hi Jura. How've you been? I saw your posts about your Pathfinder OCs and was wondering how you enjoyed those games? I'm glad they kept the ruleset very close to the tabletop and I hear that Baldur's Gate was too. The stories they tell are really well done, but sometimes I wonder how KM/WotR would have played if they had used the 2nd edition rulesets instead of 1st edition Pathfinder.

Hi 🌸

Ahh to be truthful I'm still very very new to Pathfinder, and the Owlcat games are the first ones that introduced me to the system. For video games I'm also the types to prioritize story & roleplay over combat in my playing experiences, so I probably have no way to address the differences in the rulesets in a satisfactory way. 😭 Sorry! (if my fellow pathfinder-playing mutuals & followers have some interesting notes to add please do tho, I love to hear people talk about these things in depth)

With that said I'm really enjoying the games! The stories are really well written and impactful, the characters are amazing (a big kudo to KM for the Nyrissa romance & to WotR for giving me so many hot women with questionable morals who drive the story in so many different ways). I love that it's text-heavy. I also enjoy greatly the dialogue trees and, for WotR, how the mythic paths influence the narrative experience throughout the game. I feel like I am able to create truly colorful protagonists and engage with the game's plots & narrative themes & symbolisms in such meaningful ways, so I'm having a blast!

On the other hand I LOVE the Kingdom/Crusade management modes. It's sure a pain in the ass, but I love to see all the snippets of story & crossing things off my list. It feels tedious but nice, like tidying my room...

In terms of combat, it's been a while since i last played KM, but iirc I was really going for the animal companions (Ekundayo, my Baronness, and Amiri) & my Baronness' own shapeshifting abilities - so it's likely i was going for a high-speed strength-in-number tactic, with Tristian to bring up the rear. For WoTR I rely heavily on my archers & rogues, with skills & feats that lower AC & increase attack rolls to make sure Lann's & Aru's arrows will stick. That's about it! I use very few spells in comparison...

I hope all that made sense! Tbh as long as I get to see Aru's beautiful character development, and read everyone's confused reaction toward my Commander's chaotic ways, I'm happy 💗

[neonmetro]

I just want to say (as if I haven't made it obvious) that my brain has been filled with your silly goobers JAJDJXJCJXJDJJGV

AT THE MOMENT SPECIFICALLY WAR AND EZRA???? IDK MAN THEY HAVE JUST BEEN CROWDING MY MIND THEY ARE SO SILLY WAHHHH 😭💖💖💖💖

Virgil is also like, so cool BUT WHO AM I KIDDING LITTERALLY ALL OF YOUR OCS ARE

WAR IS HONESTLY SO SILLY LIKE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH BUT I JUST LOVE ALL OF THE APOCALYPSE HORSEMEN SO IDK SKSNKSJCJGG

Their design is so coolio and sick !!! WAHHHHHH

Words also cannot DESCRIBE how much I have been thinking about Ezra lately like chat it's just "woah,... she is soooo cool" AND JUST HER DESIGN IS SO COOL TO ME

I could go on and ON about the Apocalypse horsemen guys, they are just so silly !!!! I love them so much.

All of project Martyr are also just to DIE for. Honestly I just love them all so much, don't know a lot about them (would love too though *makes wild gestures*) but they are so JWJSJDJFHF AMAZING (guys SAMYAZA???? OML I LOVE THEM)

And I love Deco and Eve <333 but they are always in my mind so LIKE

Corp heads is just a whole other rodeo *Drops on knees in defeat* honestly I could talk about my brainrot with the corp heads and it would kill someone /J

It's so hard not to talk about all of Novaturient and just be like "I LOVE ALL OF THEM SO MUCH *Inserts paragraph talking about the sillies and how brainrotted I am and just blasting people*"

Can you tell I wrote this ask just to fan girl??? It's not Uly anon without fangirling to be honessttt /SILLY

SO SORRY for such a long ask, school is tmwr, and I REALLY just love your silly babies smmm

-Ulysses loving anon

GHGNGNGGHHGGNGGNH THANK YOU ULANON 😭😭😭😭😭 I'M SORRY I GOT TO THIS ASK SO LATE MY ASS WAS KIND OF GOING THROUGH THE DEMONS

THANK YOU FOR LIKING MY SILLY BLORBOS... RAHHH NUMERO UNO FANGIRL !!!

i loveee ezra's design 😭 techwear my beloved i need to do it more

HONESTLY EVERYONE YOU'RE NAME DROPPING IS WEARING SOME FORM OF TECHWEAR I THINK I'M SENSING A PATTERN HERE /J

i've been slowly writing at least projmar's story but like . well it's going to be jam packed with so much character shit i'll at least give you a snippet i wrote today...

GOD #()*($&*^#*&(*!)(!!! I MIGHT NEVER GET OVER THE FACT PEOPLE SHARE NOVATURI'S EXISTENCE TO PEOPLE THEY KNOW TOO ITS CRAZY TO ME

no i understand.... stay strong soldier in the school trenches may the blorbos keep you company...