#ANYWAY the point here is that this kitten is giving me those kittens feels

[overthinkingfeathers]

One of the local* shelters takes exactly one photo of their incoming pets, and whatever they get, they post. This has led to one of my most favorite kitten photos of all time: 

That face. That tongue. Perfection. 

(*Local as in shows up on Petfinder so, like, in state.) 

[deerlisteners]

thinking abt felix being protective of areadbhar and feeling entirely normal about it actually

[arminsumi]

slow down, i'm not going anywhere

g. satoru + fem reader

note : i cooked up something for my man. my yummy lovely bb boy 🥰 just had brainrot for car sex with him. if u want more car sex w gojo then here's this post i made a while back !! anyways i am working on a cult leader suguru fic and it's proving so difficult to write i almost wanna trash it lol✌️

summary — some yummy car sex ft. your overstimmed bf and his pretty muscles

warnings — 🔞 minors don't read/interact, smut / 18+ content, not proofread, car sex, pwp, overstim., nicknames (kitten, baby, slut), creampie + unprotected sex + c*m/creampie visuals, kinda sub gojo but also dom??, delicious dirty talk 🙏

🍒 — J ⋅ reblogs and comments help a lot ! enjoy reading :)

... just thinking about gojo's muscles flexing and twitching when he's overstimmed.

his hair is ruffled at the back as it presses into the headrest. the car light would illuminate his features better if it weren't for the steamy haze of sex in the air.

you've got a good view of those tensing abs since his shirt is sloppily split open to reveal them to you. the base of his shirt is getting soaked in your juices. and his breathing is ragged as you ride out another orgasm on his lap. your hand rests on his abdomen, fingers feeling the dips of his muscles as they tense up while. he can feel his thighs shudder under you, dick numb with pleasure to the point where he can't focus on anything else but that feeling you're giving him.

gojo loves it when you admire his body, it makes him feel loved. makes him feel special. fuels his ego till it pops but he's too blissed out and overstimmed to be cocky now.

your eyes and hands roam his pecks. his abs. the contours of his body. the dips n curves. you feel his muscular thighs supporting your heavy bounces.

his physique looks so pretty when it's tensing up, and his face is even prettier — his forehead is beading with sweat, his eyes are lidded so much that you're sure he can't see through them right now, his cheeks are damp and his lips are puffy and red from the erotic, hyper make out session that preceded this even more erotic, hyper lap riding session.

"you always make such a mess of me, baby..." he says in a low, strained voice.

you can hear the effect of so many orgasms in his words, he sounds like he's just exhausted himself at the gym.

"c-can't think straight with those hips on top of mine, haha." he tries to laugh, then hisses when you bounce too fast up and down. he grabs for your curves, moaning, restraining your movements with that exciting strength.

"ahhhh tha-that feels too good, kitten, slow down a bit." he begs lightly.

his cock is so sensitive, and you've got it tightly wrapped up in your gummy walls; he can feel you pulse through every orgasm. feel you shudder each time his cock beats into a sweet spot. it drives him nuts, that milking sensation of your contracting walls, it feels like you're pulling on his soul.

when you whimper weakly against his sweaty forehead, mouth pressing to his skin, "but it feels good..." and roll your hips at a faster pace contrary to his needs, he lets out the most erotic, high-pitched noise you've ever heard a man make.

"sh—iiiit baby! hah... hah... slow down, i'm not going anywhere. w-we've got time, don't needa rush. 'promise i'm not goin' anywhere, not when your pussy feels this good." he struggles to look at you through his lidded eyes. his lashes look so pretty up close, especially in this dim light; there's nothing but abyssal black night outside the car. the radio is turned down low, the squelching sex sounds easily drown out any noise coming through the speakers.

your boyfriend looks so exhausted from cumming inside you three times by now. so you give into his wishes, though it felt good to have his cock beating that deep sweet spot inside of you. slow, swirling rolls of your hips, grinding grinding grinding until he groans and tilts his head off to the side in pure pleasure. the two of you relish that sloppy sound of frothed up cum. it cakes at his base. it feels so delicious that he wishes he could pull his phone out to snap a pic to save into his private little folder titled my baby's designer pussy :)💗

"oh my god... that's it... fuck, feel me there? yeah? feel all that cum, too baby? so fucking nasty... " he groans.

and he moans dramatically. because gojo is such a performer; a real dramatic sex star.

after those hard hits and enduring his sensitivity, slow sensual strokes are just what he needs to tip over. his cock feels raw, pure pleasure pulsing through it like electricity. and you feel raw, too. it almost hurts to squeeze your gummy walls around him. he always stretches you so good, regardless of how tight you are on that day.

"baby... cum with me." he commands, a glimpse of dominance showing in his demeanor after he was acting so docile for so long under your hips.

and getting filled by gojo? it's more delicious than anything.

thick, creamy. his cum smells pungent, it squirts out into your pussy and just spills right out because he fucked your hole too loose, and runs down his cock right along that thumping vein. a sweet fresh load adding to the rest of those nasty, gooey white releases.

he chuckles after cumming, and pants and heaves right against your ear. your bodies are just melted together, sticky and sweaty. he likes feeling as if he's glued to your body.

he notices you digging your nails into his biceps for stability, feeling a rush at the sensation. "y-you're so pretty when you cum and shake for me..." he murmurs against your cheek, nose grazing your skin. he means that. you really are so pretty. and not like the textbook definition; but like an otherworldly goddess.

and you act as kind as one, treating him not as if he's a god but like he's just your precious baby boy. he loves that. he needs it. that comforting voice calms him down after cumming so hard in your pussy, and that soothing hand on his cheek gives him shivers of happiness.

"fuck... 'needa... pull it out... hnnn..." it's always funny when he pulls out with a — pop — and you see him wince at the slight overstim. his cockhead always gets a fright when squeezing out of that tight entrance.

"how the hell am i gonna drive home with all this cum over my pants haha... you made a fucking mess on my dick, baby. look at all that cream..." he laughs, looking down between the two of you. both of your clothes are soaked right through. the windows are steamed up.

"sorry..." you mumble with a small smile, feeling a bit drunk off the pleasure that the two of you shared these past two hours in his car.

your eyes glaze over his chest; it's pretty when it's heaving heavy like that. with sweat running down the middle dip of his abs. and the sheen of your juice smeared on his v-line. snowy white pubes creeping up cutely to make a happy trail.

"you're so pretty, satoru." you murmur admiringly, voice shaky after such a long session in his car.

his heart flutters. but his response is cheeky, masking how shy he truly felt at such a tender compliment. "oh yeah? 'well if you think i'm pretty you should see my girlfriend. she's hot as hell."

you roll your eyes and get off his lap. he frowns then laughs, "aw no, i thought you were gonna straddle me while i drive home..." and he'd started the engine, you felt the rumble in your thighs. it's funny, a hunk of muscle like him sitting in a muscle car.

"i'm pretty sure that's a safety hazard..." you chuckle lowly.

he rolls his eyes and nods. "yeah yeah. mmm baby wait. come here, let me kiss you — thanks for riding me so good. you fuck me up like no one else, you know. 'n in my car too... heh... scandalous lil' slut."

he pecks your lips, the savory taste and lip-locking sound pleases his senses.

and the poor man. he has to drive home with cum-soaked pants. but it's worth it. the next time he sits in his car to go somewhere, he smiles when he finds your lacy panties still tangled around the gear shift. seeing them makes his mind race with the memory of this night and how hard you rolled those hips against him. it gets him bricked up, yes, and he maybe has to jerk himself off in his car before actually driving otherwise he'll be heading down the highway with a boner sticking up in his face.

© arminsumi

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[avocado-writing]

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pairing: 14th doctor x reader & 10th doctor x reader

rating: E

notes: no gender or age given for reader, just that you last saw the doctor fifteen years ago. thank you to @mcganns for being my beta!!

This too shall pass.

It was a sentiment that you had to cling onto when he left, because fuck knows it was the most painful thing you’d ever felt. And you’d run away from actual explosions before. Big ones, in space! Supernovas which could eat entire planets while you hung onto the side of a little blue box. 

And yet none of it even begins to compare to when he fucking left you. 

He said it wouldn’t be forever. Well, he shouted it at you as you fell out of the TARDIS. There was a time explosion, and you got rocketed back to your little flat in the middle of Hackney, on Earth only a few days from when he’d picked you up — but in your reality months of adventure had passed. 

You’d not really settled back in, certain that he was going to come and rescue you. But then days turned into weeks into months and you finally accepted that the Doctor had abandoned you. 

So you went back to it all. Your mundane little existence before a mad, brilliant man had whisked you away. Your boss was a bit miffed that you’d gone AWOL but you were their best employee so they couldn’t afford to let you go, all you got was a slap on the wrist and a command not to let it happen again. The people you loved didn’t really seem to notice your absence that much, which stung; you couldn’t blame them though. You’d probably not miss you much either. 

The Doctor. He made you feel special in a way nobody had before. Like you were the centre of a whole, giant, fantastic universe, and he adored you for it. 

Still. 

No point mulling that over again, is there?

Fifteen years. Things did get better. You moved on eventually. But you still find your thoughts drifting back to him every once in a while, and that fragment of time you spent totally utterly in love with each other. When you think about the way he kissed you, without realising it you end up touching your lips.

No. No. Stop. 

The singing of the kettle snaps you back into reality, and you pour yourself a hot cuppa. Ah, tea. The antidote to everything. You go to turn the radio on for some company as you shift into your morning routine when you hear a knock at the door. 

Probably the postie. He’s a bit early today, you think, but make no more of it as you undo the latch and open the door. 

Your heart stops. 

Because there he is, of course. 

Older. Weathered. Not the young man you once knew but a grownup version of him, as exhausted by life as you are. 

You drop your mug. Quick as a flash the Doctor grabs it out of midair. The tea sloshes onto the floor but at least nothing gets shattered. 

He goes to look up at you, but his attention is drawn back to his hand. 

“I bought you this mug years ago,” he says, utterly amazed. 

You shut the door in his face. 

Well, you try to, anyway. But he sticks a foot in between the door and the frame, with one of those stupid Converse he always wears.

“I know you’re angry, I know. But please let me come in.”

It’s such an absurd statement you find yourself laughing, a high and desperate noise. 

“Absolutely not!” Actually, no. That’s not enough. “How dare you. Why are you even here?!”

“Because I wanted— I needed to see you.”

You still want to slam the door on him, but there’s a desperation to his voice that gives you pause. And when he looks at you with those sad, puppy-dog eyes? Those eyes as lined with age as you are?

Fuck. You’re so weak. 

So that’s how you find the Doctor sitting at your kitchen table with a cup of tea in front of him. You lean against the counter, defences still up, eyeing him from over the top of your mug. He drums his fingers against the tablecloth. 

“I like your house. Your calendar is nice, I enjoy the kitten motif.”

“Don’t,” you spit, slamming the mug down and sloshing tea onto the floor, “don’t you dare. You don’t get to waltz back here and start telling me ‘oh, I enjoy your furnishings, haven’t you made a nice little life for yourself since I abandoned you!’ I let you in to speak your piece, though god knows why. Say it and be done.”

The Doctor looks deflated. His shoulders sag, mouth falls. You take a moment to properly look at him. He seems… tired. Tired in a way you never knew him to be when you went on your adventures. Part of you wants to offer comfort, but the other part of you wants to withhold it maliciously. Anything to make him feel the way you felt. 

“I looked for you,” is what he settles on, heavily. You didn’t expect that, and it knocks you. 

“What?”

“I did. After the explosion, I tried searching all over the galaxy for you. I didn’t know where - when - you’d ended up. I scanned and scanned but something stopped you from appearing on the TARDIS’s sensors. I think… the amount of artron energy emitted during the blast somehow cloaked you.”

You say nothing, your silence an invitation for him to continue his explanation. 

“It took years. Literal years, for me. Every spare moment I had, I dedicated to looking for you. Head buried in the circuitry of the TARDIS, trying to fix whatever was hiding you, gave myself a couple of nasty shocks too. And, when I finally tracked you down, I’d regenerated.”

You blink. Right. Yes. He’d explained that, but you’d never seen it with your own eyes. The same person, a different face. 

“I didn’t know if you’d want to see me if I didn’t look like me. But I had to try anyway, didn’t I? So I came here. To your house. I got myself all ready for it, knocked on your door… and found that you were married.”

Your fingers grip the counter. 

“Oh.”

“He seemed nice. Loved you a lot, as you deserved. And I couldn’t tell you I was back, could I? I saw you pottering around in the kitchen, making the tea - you were always the best at making tea - and you were happy. How could I ask you to leave that all, uproot the life you’d made for yourself, just to jump back in the TARDIS with me? How could I be so cruel? I couldn’t, could I. So I left again. Tried to move on. Like you did.”

You’re crying now. You can feel hot tears slide down your face and soak into your jumper. 

“Oh, Doctor,” you manage. You want to tell him so much. It feels like it might burst out of you. But instead you settle on:

“Why now?”

He smiles thinly. 

“Because somehow I got this face back, and I wanted to see you. I wanted to be selfish for once.”

You find yourself at the table, on the wonky chair opposite him, sliding your hand over to cover his. It’s rough and warm. Just like you remember. He says your name with reverence, but like it pains him. 

“I never stopped loving you. Ever. Through it all, every adventure, I knew it wasn’t complete because you weren’t there. It just wasn’t the same without wonderful, brilliant you,” he admits. He sounds defeated. It breaks your heart — or, actually, it might just put it back together again. 

A beat passes. His confession lingers in the air, heavy, thick and choking like smoke from an untameable fire. 

“His name was Simon. He was a baker. He was lovely, actually… and we got divorced two years ago.”

The Doctor’s brow furrows. 

“You… what… why?”

“Because he knew there was someone else I never really let go of. Someone else who, despite everything, I still loved.”

He looks you in the eyes, and you see something glimmer there that you long since gave up on. 

Hope. 

And then, suddenly, you’re kissing. 

It’s like nothing has changed. His lips are still rough and searching on yours, a hint of tongue giving away into more the deeper you entangle. He sits you up on the table and steps into the space left by your spread legs, and between each kiss he says your name. It’s full of adoration but lined with desperation, too. 

Like the kisses he gave you the first night you laid together, on a bed in his spaceship floating across the galaxy. When he buried himself inside you and you felt his two hearts beat in rhythm with your own. 

“Doctor…” you manage. 

Fuck. You need him. You didn’t realise how badly you needed him. You didn’t realise a piece of your soul has been missing this whole time, fucking torn out of you and leaving a jagged hole in its wake. And him, back, telling you he loves you and always has? You’re patched together like kintsugi. 

Your Doctor is the molten gold you need. 

“Please. I need to…” he’s so desperate he can barely get the words out, but you nod; he’s undoing the belt buckle of your jeans and pulling them off like they’re silk. When his thin waist meets yours you cross your ankles behind him and lock him into place, and his hands - a little fumbling, a little nervous to be mapping out the plain of you again - begin to trace your chest. You lean into his touch to let him know yes. This is okay. I want this. Make me whole again. 

His warm, rough palms slide under the hem of your shirt and lift it easily over your head, the only break in a while you take from your kiss. You let yourself grab his tie to bring him closer. He’s fully dressed still and you’re almost naked; you remember how he used to like that, enjoy feeling a bit more put together than you. Cheeky blighter. Still though, as his suit scratches your skin, you can’t say you don’t agree. 

However. In this instance he has far too many clothes. 

You tug at his jacket and he knows what you need, letting it fall to the floor with his tie and waistcoat following it. He ruts against you as he unbuttons his shirt a bit, not the whole way, but just enough for you to feel the warmth of his chest. He’s so skinny. You’ve always been a bit worried that, on one of your rougher days, you might snap him in half. You still are now, actually. 

Cupping his face in your hands you let your thumbs caress his cheekbones. Your Doctor. Older but the same. Just like you. 

You can feel him more than half-hard against your leg. No more time wasting. You need him. You need him, you need him, you need him. 

It doesn’t take long to undo his fly and have him in your hand. You’ll always be glad he chose this human anatomy. Though you’d love him no matter how he looks, there’s something wonderful about his cock as it is here. He lets his head fall forward onto your shoulder with a moan if your name. 

“Oh… you’re…”

“Mmm hmm,” you agree, a genuine smile passing your face for the first time in god knows how long. He’s just the right length and on the thick side, and you know what a delicious stretch he is when he pushes inside of you. You can’t wait to feel it again. A couple of pumps and he’s ready, dripping precome and a ruddy red. Another time you’d bend down and taste him, remind yourself what a Time Lord’s cock is like. But now today. Well, not now. 

You lay back, readjusting yourself so he can push your underwear to the side and find your entrance. A couple of fingers - those long, delicate, clever and cunning fingers - press inside you and test you out. You’re ready for him. He makes a choked noise in the back of his throat as he realises and you laugh, properly, throwing your head back. 

“Come on, Doctor. Show me that you’ve missed me.”

He used to never shut up. And now he’s stunned into a desperate silence, lining up with you and pushing in as he does his best to make you feel what he’s been feeling too. 

A loneliness is fixed. He slides home inside you and your hips meet, the both of you letting out a long and ragged breath. You sit there for a moment, locked in the most intimate embrace, and just feel each other. You fist your hands in his shirt. He’s here. He’s real. You feel him trace his palm up your back as if you assure himself of the same thing. 

Slowly he begins to move. It is a long and lovely drag, his cock hitting all the points you missed being touched, and when he feels you gasp he goes harder. The Doctor nuzzles into the skin of your neck, nestling to the warmth of you there, and you hear him repeat a mantra both of your name and “I love you”.

Over and over. As if the two phrases are inextricably linked. 

You’re so full. You’re so light. Everything feels perfect in this moment. And when he reaches between your bodies to touch your sex, push you to the edge, you know you’ll climax for him embarrassingly fast. 

When you come you see stars light up behind your eyes. The sky, the unfiltered and untamed sky takes you over. The Doctor says your name one final fine and releases inside you, his hips riding it out as if to savour every second in the sweet grip of you. 

He can’t look at your face when he asks you. He says it from the safety of your shoulder where his face is buried, because if you say no you know his heart will shatter. 

“Come with me, in the TARDIS again. I know I shouldn’t ask you to leave your home but… you complete me, you know. Always have.”

“Leave my home?! Doctor, don’t be daft. This is just a house in bloody Hackney. You’re my home.”

You pull back to meet his gaze. He’s tired, but bright. His eyes twinkle. And there’s the Doctor you know. 

“And of course,” you continue. And, as the smile engulfs his face and he lights up, “it’s not like I’m doing anything else, am I?”

This time, when you go AWOL from your job, you never come back. 

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

High risk

"Cherry don't you dare make a fanfic of Urogi fucking y/n in the sky" I did. Now what? What are you going to do💀🧍🏾‍♀️

Warnings: fem!reader, demon slayer reader, public sex, pure smut in this, shy fucking💀, dirty talk, comedy ig😭, not proof read

"Urogi- fuck we can't do this here. I'm on patrol. " You angrily tell your demon boyfriend who showed up on your watch zone along with your fellow slayers. "But I couldn't wait until you got homee" he whines, using his claws to grab at your waist and grind his cock against you.

"You're such a tease." You bit your lip, and Urogi smirks at you, lifting up your skirt to and ripping off your panties with his talons. He sticks out his tounge, keeping eye contact as he starts to lick at your clit, giving kitten licks before giving you long licks and sucking your folds. "Still mad at me," he asked.

You felt his smug smirk, but you shook your head anyway, grabbing onto his long hair, getting aroused as he eats you out. You were so lost in the pleasure that you failed to notice the voices approaching you until it got closer to snap you back to reality. It's two demon slayers that were heading towards you and Urogi on your patrol.

"Urogi, Urogi stop." You push his head back. He looked at you surprised, forgetting how strong you were but giggles. "So you've noticed them? Who care if they see us. The fun are just getting started, baby, " Urogi said, wanting to kiss you, but you slap your hand on his mouth and whisper yelling "yes actually it is! You're a demon, and I'm a demon slayer. Do you realize we will both be in trouble!?" You said, looking over to make sure you aren't noticed.

"I hate when the mood is spoiled... I should just kill those slayers, but I have a better idea, " Urogi said, and before you could even process what was going on, your feet were lifted from the found and high up in the sky. "Are you insane!?" You yelled at the top of your lungs, holding onto Urogi for dear life.

Urogi only laughs while flying in the sky with you. "we are away from the slayer! So let's have some real fun. " he sticks out his tongue and somehow manages to thrust his cock inside you. You gasped, both scared from how high you were flying and cock already going so deep inside.

"This is crazy- fuck" you moaned, oddly feeling good from Urogi's thrusts while he soar through the sky. Urogi maoned, followed by a laugh. "Are you sucking me in this tight because you're turned on or scared from falling?" he snaps his hips harder, watching you wrap your arms and legs around him tightly as your head falls back.

"You're insane- aah~ haa you're so fucking insane" you repeated, closing your eyes from the pleasure and fear being high up in the sky but Urogi kisses you, making you look at him "that's it, fuck~ keep those pretty eyes on me" he moans "hold me tighter, d-dont drop me" you beg and Urogi kisses your lips "I would never drop my pretty girlfriend" he said and deepens the kiss.

Urogi didn't stop flying until you both reached your high cumming at the same time. Urogi cums inside you and Flys you back to the spot the two of you were at before. "That felt good, right?" he said, and you only roll your eyes. "You came inside.. fly me back home, " you said and crossed your arms

"Nah, I'll be waiting for you at your house," he leans closer to your ear. "Then I'll see the mess I've made and fuck you all over again" he chuckles and then flew off.

"Y/n! There you are, " your fellow demon slayer rushes to you. "we thought you were kidnapped... what happened? You look like a mess, " the slayer pointed out, looking at your messy hair and uniform out of order.

"I was fighting a bird"

[bitter-hibiscus]

I absolutely your Robin Jason headcannons, do you have any more? Maybe some Red Hood ones as well?

!!! im so happy to be getting these asks this is so fun

More Jaybin hcs (part one here):

He has a bunch of 1960s style clothes because Rena likes dressing like a mix of Amy Winehouse and Twiggy

baby goth in the making thanks to Natalia. she gives him a collection of Edgar Allen Poe's poems and he's just hook, line, and sinker into the subculture

He usually listens to metal bands but his guilty pleasure music is slow ballads and gayboy pop (think Kevin Atwater and Troye Sivan)

His favorite rogue to fight is KGBeast because of sentimentality, since KGB is the first rogue he ever defeated as Robin

He has pimples on his thighs and neck but somehow never on his face

He hates having his nails painted because of sensory issues, but lets Rena paint them anyway

His favorite of Dick's teammates is Vic, because he let Jason watch him fix one of Kori's alien weapons once, and he's super patient and kind and answers all of Jason's questions

Red Hood hcs:

Still mostly listens to metal but his favorite band is Rainbow Kitten Surprise (his favorite song is Finalist)

He has a journal where he writes shitty, angsty poetry with a fountain pen

He can never quite resist petting dogs during patrol, so there are multiple pictures online of Mafia Boss Red Hood playing with civilian's puppies

Has a tattoo of a wilded rose on top of his batarang scar to hide it. It's corny and ugly as hell but that was kind of the point. After he starts dating Rose he tells her it's because they were destined to meet. She gags every time

full-fledged romantic goth now. I'm talking manic panic white base, big eyeliner, and fake fangs. I'm talking huge messy hair with about a ton of hairspray. I'm talking "hates that every goth clothing he can find has bats on it"

His main mug is one of those corny millennial "don't talk to me until I've had my coffee" ones that Roy got for him during the outlaws. Jason uses it ironically but Roy thinks he also finds it funny

Sometimes when he's feeling nostalgic Jason will lay down on a rooftop and try to find where Oa is up in the sky, because he and Kyle looked for constellations together during Cosmic Mistake

Contrary to popular belief, his favorite superhero isn't Wonder Woman, it's Black Canary. Which is too bad because she hates his guts

Sent Sasha to live with an ex-con he trusted in South Dakota. He still sends her gifts often but they don't talk anymore since they realized how bad he was to her mental health

Deathstroke's #5 hater. Loses only to all 3 Wilson children (minus Res), Cassandra Cain, and Oliver Queen

Really wants to meet Connor Hawke because he was actually being genuine in GA Vol3 when he told Ollie he'd always wanted to meet him, and has since really really wanted to meet all of the Arrows even though none of them like him. He's the world's worst fanboy

Will do anything Talia asks of him but spits on Ra's face if he so much as looks in Jason's direction

Calls Damian "little prince" in Arabic (Amir Le-Zghir) specifically because of the book, but ALSO because it was what Willis called him when he was a child

Duke is his favorite bat because he isn't afraid to make fun of Jason, gets into a shit ton of trouble, and swears around Bruce like it's nothing

Whew, I think that's enough for a single post. Still have a lot more though lmao

[aromanticautiesworld]

I CAME BACK FOR MORE 😭

Finn and Fern x GN!Reader headcanons where the reader is a thief/robber and eventually they learn more about them and develop a crush on them (Could it be separate for each, same scenario but different brother if you get what im saying)

Finn could be like an enemies to lovers type of eal with finn thinking the reader is a little cute from the get go and feeling conflicted with hair feelings due to the reader's being a thief, eventually becoming friends and seeing different side of the reader (yk?? i feel like im yapping and not making sense 💀)

While for fern, the reader just feels bad for him because he can't do as well as being a hero and becomes friends with him, farm keeps it a secret from finn and they eventually become friends and see a different side (yappayapayappa) :)

Give em a cute hobby like a baking or crochet

SORRY IF THIS DOENST MAKE SENSE

AWH this feels like the plot of an ep of adventure time ……

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finn + fern/thief gn reader hcs

FINN

at firstyou guys do not like each other at all (ofc)

he gets in your way all the time. he gets calls about you from people across Ooo complaining about their missing stuff

(even ice king )

Finn is a good hero though. so he ignores that you’re kinda pretty

(he thinks he might have a type of crush at this point (people who could probably kill him if they wanted to))

so one day (abt a month into your spree)

you decide to steal from Finn’s house (not knowing that it was the fucking Guy who’d been stopping you this whole time)

and you almost get away with it (stealing his hat. it was his hat you chose to steal). almost

“YOU!! YOU’RE the one that’s been stealing from all those peeps!!”

you run escape him (again) but he stops you in front of the door.

“Put it back.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Put it back.”

“Nuh uh.”

you reach an impasse.

now at YOUR end, you reeeeally dont want to admit it but this guy is a little cute (a little. you refuse to go further) with the hair he has happening.

you do eventually put it back, faced with the prospect of staying in here any longer. glob

against any of your better judgement, you decide to stay

and investigate this weird guy

and against his better judgement, he lets you stay

now you’re both at this weird little hangout

(with your enemy)

and you tell him about you

for one, you steal for the rush. and out of habit

and for two, you crochet (this is probably why you steal so much yarn)

Finn traces his finger in circles on the ground.

“d’you think you could teach me how to crochet?”

“Pshh. You’re telling me you believed all that?”

“You were lying?”

“Nono, that was the truth. im jus’ messing with you.”

“Ok…”

“Seriously!”

“Ok!”

you smile at him.

“y’wanna meet tomorrow?”

he brushes a piece of his hair out of his face. “yeah.”

as for general hcs, i think you would start stealing things just to meet up with him

like you would think in all your time thieving you would have at least one phone

but no

you don’t enter through the door either

you will just break in. sometimes in the dead of night

Finn would dedicate himself to learning how to crochet (I wonder why. it couldn’t possibly be to impress someone)

FERN

so you first meet fern when he decides to answer the banana guard’s call and oh boy

this guy

he is not doing well at Heroing

like imagine a baby kitten. now imagine it sad

And you realize, wait a minute

This thing might not be worth it

so you check in on this poor guy. in the middle of your getaway

“dude, are you okay?”

his leg was stuck in a crack in the ground

“don’t pity me!!”

“I’m not! Just let me help you—”

“Well I’m supposed to be a hero. I shouldn’t get help from thieves.”

(he’s more telling that to himself than to you.)

You help him out anyways, of course.

He brings out his sword to your neck, you sigh and roll your eyes.

“Fine..”

You give him back what you stole

The sword is still there

You dump out all of the other objects you stole out of your bag

The sword is still there

You sigh again, taking off your shoes and gloves and shaking out the other other objects you stole.

He begins to collect them into his own bag, before asking you,

“Did I do good?”

“What?”

“Was I a good hero?”

“Oh, um. Well, anyone else (because I am extremely brave and unafraid) would probably be squealing out of fear so, yeah.”

He crosses his arms, looking down to the side.

“I don’t want people to be afraid of me…”

You step back, observing him.

“Why d’you even want to be a hero so badly?”

“Because—because….because I’m supposed to be.”

Your expression softens.

“How about I be a bad influence on you, and you take a break from heroing for a bit?”

“How?”

“Y’ever learn how to crochet?”

[goorehound]

this is solely me rambling about social anxiety, adhd and König. nothing exciting sorry folks!

König’s social anxiety - my thoughts

okay so firstly my qualifications here; I am diagnosed with social anxiety, generalized anxiety and ADHD. (I didn’t end up getting into his adhd at all oops)

i just want to speak to like the experience of being a grown man with mainly social anxiety, because idk I see some posts that just feel upsetting to read? like people complaining about certain ways König is written?

like I do agree that he is not some blushing little uwu babygirl kitten (bc you know he is in fact an adult and in the fucking military), but I’ve never actually seen anyone write him as that. I think what gets me are the complaints about people actually writing him with traits of social anxiety, which he canonically has, and kind of treating it like writing him that way makes him seem weaker? Or less dominant? Or like uhh less of a man? There’s a chance I’m just taking this super personally for no reason but I’m gonna ramble about it anyway.

Just because someone has a stutter due to anxiety, or blushes due to anxiety, or gets embarrassed easily due to anxiety, that’s not a sign of weakness? Or of submissiveness?

Personally for me a huge thing with my social anxiety is getting embarrassed and feeling embarrassed. I will go to extreme lengths to avoid being embarrassed. I turn bright fucking red and I will stumble over my words and I will shut down if I feel like I’m embarrassing myself or have been humiliated by something. That’s not because I’m a soft uwu little subby bottom, that’s not because I’m a weak guy, my traits of anxiety are not anything to do with strength or dominance or that shit. It’s just because I have a fuckin disorder that has me react intensely to certain social situations. Does that make sense? I’m losing the plot a bit here. I know there’s a point I’m trying to make but I can’t seem to make it.

Treating social anxiety traits like a shameful thing to have, especially acting like it’s unattractive in a grown man or pathetic for a grown man to exhibit traits of their disorder is fucked up.

It’s hurtful. It sucks to read that. No, König is not going to show traits of his anxiety 100% of the time. Yes, people with social anxiety can be confident in some scenarios. But let’s just quickly remember this part of his cod wiki;

Severe social anxiety throughout his life. As in ongoing. Not just in childhood. He didn’t just “get over it” and suddenly become confident. Throughout his life he suffered from severe social anxiety. That means yes. He likely is pretty quiet. He likely does blush. He likely does get embarrassed easily. He likely does stumble over his words. There are things that he probably doesn’t do often (if at all) because of his anxiety. He probably still is anxious even around his partners. Hell dude sometimes I get so anxious around my boyfriend of about a year that I physically cannot speak.

Anyway idk. This shit just been rubbing me the wrong way lately and I wanted to give my two cents lol. This might not stay up long unless it hella resonates w people but yeah!!

TLDR;

Don’t be a dick. Don’t shame people with disorders for exhibiting symptoms. Even if you think those symptoms are unfitting for a 6’10” military man. It’s fucking rude.

If social anxiety symptoms are a turn off for you don’t simp after people who canonically suffer from severe social anxiety.

[sadruru]

"Captivity begins with one's own mind."

A story about Melissa with an old illustration (old, yep, from last year!). As it turns out, Baphomet has played a cruel trick on her. This is a very important part in her story. Later I will illustrate this moment in the comic strip. Doesn't everyone in Baphomet's lineage like to play with nerves???? HAHAHAHAHA ;D I love how it turned out anyway! Why not post it here? I just wanted to reveal a bit of her character back when I wasn't drawing comics yet. I'm a not good writer. I tried very carefully to translate (maybe). That's a lot of reading to do, hehehe. Enjoy the despair ~ ...

The heart of demon lord Baphomet's domain - the Inevitability Prison. Another room. Another torture chamber. This place is part of an eternal labyrinth, littered with suffering souls and their torturers.

The labyrinth was the property of Baphomet, and once again the commander felt the call of the Abyss. The call of destruction and murder confused the thoughts in her head. The commander could hardly contain herself, venting her anger at the servants of the Father of the Minotaurs. A weary glance fell on the cracked mirror in the corner. The commander saw her reflection and - vaguely and briefly - the master of this prison glimpsed in it

No one noticed how Melissa had fallen behind the squad. Does no one see it but her? Does no one hear it?

- How long you gonna hide from us, goat?! I've had enough of these stupid riddles! Give me back the Hand of the Inheritor, or I'll gladly find you again and gut you! - a cheeky grin touched her face. Her eyes lit up with scarlet fire.

Baphomet let such a brazen insult pass his ears. He grinned, glaring intently at his enemy.

His eyes reflected… victory?

- An empty boast, mortal. But I see our last conversation has borne results,- he pointed a finger at his forehead with a bloody, burning star, repeating what he had once said: - "Captivity begins with your own mind". There was that phrase again. From the first few seconds it had been lingering in the commander's mind. Melissa didn't understand why those words were so irritating to her.

- Are you showing off again? Threats don't scare me.

- I'm not threatening you. Rather, I'm reminding you that I've studied you, your thoughts and feelings. There's no need to get rid of you myself. I wonder what will happen first - will your mind destroy itself now or afterward, if you close the Abyss? I've met your kind before. It doesn't always take physical strength to defeat you. - every word was infused with arrogance and poison.

- What the hell are you...

- A world-abused, terrified, unhappy tiefling-child. You know what I mean? You're in my domain. Your mind is like an open book. Still remembering all your hurts? - in the shards of the mirror there are pictures of the past and faces of familiar people, - Do you remember the face of your dear mother that day? No... But that look! So cold, unfamiliar, empty... You admired her so much.

The smug grin quickly disappeared from Melissa's face.

Everything came into view as if it had happened yesterday, when her happy childhood had begun to crack.

- And your beloved father? What did he do to you? Do you remember the mad fear for your life, the pleas for mercy? Which gods did you turn to then? A poor kitten, tied up, thrown into the raging river in a dirty, cramped sack, without the slightest hope of rescue...

- Stop it!

The wounds never healed, even after many years. The pain always returned, coming in waves, and each time it was worse. It became hard to breathe. Blood boiled with rage. A drop of cold sweat rolled down her cheek.

Trying to break free of the illusion was futile.

The commander realized that this was nothing more than another trick… But her soul was still torn apart.

The demon lord's words hurt like knives.

- What about old friends? A friend who deemed you useless and betrayed you for the sake of her freedom and safety. The laughter in her eyes. The cracked skull of a dear comrade who died because of you. And you only escaped and survived because of him!

- I said enough! Stay out of my head! - Melissa's voice trembled, her legs shaking under the weight of her past. Her chest was squeezing painfully.

- Have you ever thought about what will happen when the crusade is over? Will your "faithful" companions, all those people, still need you? What about that boy, who fell in love with someone like you? Have you wondered: are they not using you because you are useful?

The demon lord's voice changed. It became almost affectionate:

- They will quickly forget your existence and get rid of you. They will look at you the same way, like the dirt beneath their feet, tiefling. That's the way it was, is, and always will be. No one will be there for you like the day you died. It was scary to die helplessly, slowly, alone, with your neck cut, wasn't it? Once again, the world condemned you to die.

- Shut your fucking mouth, asshole!!!!

A cry of pure anger echoed through the dark corridors. Her fist struck the fragile mirror with all its force, ending its existence.

And only in her ears could she still hear the laughter of the Lord of the Labyrinth.

A hellish pain brought her back to her senses: the shards were embedded in her arm. The companions found Melissa quickly enough. The leopard led them to his mistress. She was sitting on her knees. As soon as she raised her head, she could read the shock and worry on her companions' faces.

It seemed like an eternity had passed, not a couple minutes.

Something was wrong.

Something had changed in the commander - everyone understood it from the first second. Melissa looked at her companions. In the red eyes read a lot of things… Doubt? Distrust? Despair? Like a wild animal trapped in a cage, surrounded by enemies.

From that moment on, nightmares and insomnia began to plague her more and more often, almost every night. In Drezen, many people noticed the change in Melissa. The fun, cheerful girl was turning into a walking corpse, repelling any attempt to speak or care for her. Periodically she repeated the same thing quietly, barely noticeable, like a curse:

- Captivity begins with one's own mind… She's broken like the shards of a mirror.

[cresent2003]

Found you

Victor Creed (Sabretooth) x Innocent! Reader

Unedited.

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It was cold as Opal tossed and turned.

She panted before screaming as she got flashbacks of the horrible things she did for a man who used her kindness to his advantage.

She was a feral but Stryker enjoyed giving her high-dose Suppressants.

If only he cared about the things they left her with when she got off of them.

It had been years since she ran from everyone.

She still remembered what it was like fighting off a group of full-grown men.

She was only eighteen at the time but it didn't matter.

Stryker still used her to kill anyway.

She sat up before rubbing her arms as chills covered her skin.

Opal got out of bed as the strap to her white night gown fell off her shoulder as she walked into her kitchen before making some tea hoping she would relax after that.

She was alone and had been ever since she ran from them but on nights like this, she wished she had a mate to reassure her and comfort her.

She filled a teabag with her homemade mix full of herbs and cat nip as well as flowers and anything she could find in the forest that she living in.

She had built a cabin herself.

It was small but was like a den which helped her feel safe even if it wasn't her mare who built it.

She poured boiled water into a teapot before putting the tea bag in.

Suddenly her large pointed ears picked up footsteps.

They were slow and careful.

Calculated.

She looked at the front door before turning back to her tea thinking it was a wolf that lost its pack and picked up her scent.

"It's been a long time yet you still smell the same" she froze at the dark voice that filled her ears.

She turned her head before shivering as she saw Victor.

"This place is nice I have to admit but helped me out while I ripped this forest to shreds trying to find you" he said.

"Why are you here?" she said.

"I think you already know kitten" he said causing her to shiver as she focused on her teapot.

She could hear him laughing behind her which only added to her fear.

He always scared her.

Victor was powerful and could tear her to shreds if he wanted to.

It didn't matter if her animal side was drawn to him.

"I can't go back there.

I can't kill Victor" she said as she teared up.

Suddenly he was right behind her as he grabbed her before pinning her against the wall.

"We both know that's a lie.

Admit that there's a part of you that is like me.

Give into it' he growled.

She fought against him "N-No" she said before rushing away from him before falling onto the couch causing her to yelp.

Her nightgown rode up revealing her panties causing his control to begin to slip.

She rushed to cover herself as he walked to her.

"You can run from me," he said.

She whimpered before trying to run away again only for him to pin her against the couch.

"Victor, please.

You're scaring me" she said.

"Are you sure that's all im doing to you?" he said as he looked into her eyes.

"All those times you would go on missions while on your heat.

While your pheromones were stronger do you know what that did to me?

Every time I picked up your scent I couldn't stop thinking about all the things I would do to you" he said.

"This isn't about Stryker is it?" she asked.

"Oh it is but seeing you like this makes it hard to do what I originally came here for," he said before sliding her nose along the side of her face causing her to gasp.

He groaned "Stop squirming" he said.

Opal looked at him "Victor" she said.

He looked at her causing her to blush.

"What?" he asked.

She took shaky breaths as she rubbed her thighs together.

"What are you doing to me?" she said before whining as she tried to fight it.

"Nothing you won't enjoy," he said.

She pushed him away before standing up as her legs trembled.

Her entire body was so warm as sweat caused her skin to shimmer.

He looked at her "When's the last time you had a successful heat?" he asked as he found her innocence amusing.

He had kickstarted her heat and she had no idea.

"I've never-" she said.

He growled "I'll help you out if you promise to come back to Stryker after" he said.

She looked at him "No.

I don't want to go back there.

You can't make me go back to that monster after the things he did to me" she said.

"I was sent to collect you and I don't disappoint my employers," he said.

She knelt next to his legs as her submissive side took control.

"Victor he used Suppressants on me.

He tested on me and because im weaker than you all he found it easy to do whatever he wanted.

I wanted to mate with anyone so that I would have someone but he never let me.

Please Victor.

Please, please, please" she said as she started rubbing her face against his leg.

He ran his fingers through her hair.

"It's either that or I kill you and I won't do that," he said.

"I rather die than look him in the eyes again" she said.

"Come here," he said.

She got up before straddling him.

She looked away as she was filled with anxiety.

She was still afraid of him yet being close to him left her feeling safe.

"I don't know why you try to fight when you truly want to submit," he said.

She got off of him before fidgeting with her nightgown.

"Don't be afraid of giving in.

I'm not going to hurt you" he said as he caressed her face.

She looked at him as she leaned into his touch.

"You scare me," she said.

"I scare everyone," he said before grabbing her.

He placed her on his thigh causing her to gasp.

"That's it," he said as her eyes dilated.

She whined as her eyes quickly narrowed showing her arousal.

"So beautiful" he said before lifting his thigh causing her to let out sounds she never thought she would make for him.

He began to bouncy his thigh causing her to whimper before letting out pornographic moans.

"Let me be your mate," he said as he started to lose the little control he had.

She didn't respond as she struggled to think of a response.

"Opal" he growled.

She looked deep into his eyes before letting out a soft growl.

"Ok," she said.

He then pinned her against the couch as she laid her chest on the springy cushions causing her breasts to press against the couch as he tore off her panties revealing her dripping cunt.

She yelped as everything moved so fast.

She laid there as she heard him unbuckle his belt before taking out his throbbing cock.

Opal then let out a broken moan as he pushed into her.

She panted at the strange feeling as he dragged a claw up her spine causing her to shiver.

Victor began to pound into her as he kept a rhythm.

She gasped before grabbing the couch.

She felt herself begin to purr as he pressed himself against her back as he took her innocence.

He then lifted her head causing her to moan loudly.

She grabbed his thigh as she felt every inch of him fill her perfectly.

She then screamed out ad she came onto his cock.

She couldn't control her body as he calmed down the burning inside her.

"Victor" she moaned his name.

He groaned as his thrusts became irregular.

He then slammed his hips against her as his cock swelled.

She whimpered "Ow," she said.

"It'll be over soon," he said.

Opal looked at him before grabbing his neck.

She kissed him before moaning as she felt his cum inside her.

"Let's see how long it takes for you to swell with my pups.

That'll be hard to hide from Stryker" he said.

"No.

Oh no," she said.

"Shhh.

I won't leave your side.

I'll always be with you" he said before biting her neck marking her as they completed their bond.

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Mimic Chapter 27

Returning to classes, talk of work studies brings in new arrivals and the upcoming battle brews in the shadows.

Words- 2753

Reader x MHA (Platonic)

Warnings: Battle/fighting

You spent the rest of the day hidden in your room your mind running a mile a minute as you replay that kiss in your mind trying to think of all the pros and cons to what you just did. This leads you to scream in your pillow in frustration until you lay in your bed and drown in your sorrows until the next day.

After three stressful days, you lazily get yourself ready dragging yourself to the elevator to eat breakfast your eyes glued to your bowl of cereal as your friends continue to talk over you before dragging yourself to class to sit in your seat not having the barrier of the explosion blonde to block you from Midoriya.

“Now that Midoriya and L/n are back…let’s talk about work studies for real.” Aizawa starts homeroom as you all settle you could feel the young hero's gaze burning the back of your skull as you sulk further into your seat. A knock on the door has you all looking over as Aizawa welcomes them in, “Here to tell you how work studies differ from internships…are some people who’ve gone out there and experienced it all. They’re taking time out of their busy schedules to be here, so give them your full attention. Out of all the students at U.A., these are the top three reigning third-years….” You hear Midoriya choke on his spit as three students enter. The man male leading has blonde hair with piercing blue eyes that lack scleras, he almost reminded you of that old cartoon…Tintin you think it was called. Followed after him is a girl with long periwinkle hair reaching down to her knees as she bounds in after the male while the last male has messy indigo hair covering his face as he shuffles in his hands stuffed in his pockets. He definitely didn’t want to be here.

“We call them...The Big Three.” Your classmates mutter around you in excitement to be in the presence of the top students at U.A.

“Alright let’s get right to it. How about some introductions?” Aizawa states, “Let’s start with you Amajiki.” The timid male jumps when called before he has a piercing glare that rattles you all to your core. What a stare! His face is stone cold before he starts shaking

“It’s no good, Miro…Hado.” His voice trembles, “I-i was going for potatoes, but…they all still look like people from the neck down…my mind’s gone blank. It hurts.” He spins around pressing his face against the chalkboard trying to hide from you all,

“I wanna go home!” Seriously!

“But you’re the hero course’s best of the best..right?” Ojiro asks Amajiki who continues to cower away from you all.

“Isn’t it funny that people call that having the heart of a flea? So weird!” The girl speaks up pointing back at Amajiki, “He’s Tamaki Amajiki, our kitten, and I’m Nejire Hado. We came here today to talk about your work studies. But hey, hey, hey. What’s with that mask? You got a cold or is it just for fashion?” She takes an interest in Shoji who looks a bit surprised and mumbles out an answer but her attention is quickly moved.

“Ohh, is that Todoroki I see back there?! Hey!! How’D you get that burn anyway?!” 

“Well, I…”

“Hey, Ashido. If you broke those horns would they grow back? Can they move?! Tell me! And, Mineta, those balls of yours…is it hair?! How d’you get a haircut?! Are you a tree frog, Asui? Or more of a toad? So many curious things about all of you! Downright curious.” Hado asks questions and bounces off some of your classes mates, her eyes meet yours as she hops off the platform grabbing your hands.

“L/n right! So what stops you from copying someone else's quirk and your hair did you dye it? Oh no, it was a quirk did I get it right huh?!” She gets close up to your face before her hands move to grab your white locks as your face grows bright red from the sudden contact and how close she is. Aizawa pulls her away while the last male holds his thumb up to your teacher.

“Not to worry, Eraserhead!! I’m the main act here! The outlook’s looking…” He holds his hand to his ear to listen to you all but the utter silence has him standing straight up an awkward laugh coming from him, “GRIM! The answer’s grim! Well, that didn’t go over so well!” You hear mumbles from your classes as you watch the big three act completely different than what you expected.

“I’m seeing a lot of faces that seem to say, ‘who cares?’ You’ve got us three third-years showing up out of nowhere..here to talk about work studies that you don’t even have to do. Doesn’t make sense right?” Mirio’s face gets all serious as he speaks to you, “You all got your licenses as first-years…hmph. I guess this year’s batch of first-years are real go-getters… and since our talk here is going so well... How about...YOU ALL TAKE ME ON?!” He yells fist pumping in the air as you all are shocked by his demand to fight you all.

“Seems rational to have them feel the full weight of our experiences firsthand!! Don’tcha think so Eraserhead?” He says giving a wink to your teacher who is silent before rolling his eyes and then you all are sent to Gym Gamma to fight Mirio.

“Is this for real?” Sero says as you watch the older student do lunges to warm up. You all were told to change into your gym uniforms and now you were going to fight one of the Big Three. “Yup sure is!” Mirio beams continue different stretches.

“Mirio…don’t do this. It’d be enough to just follow the manual and go ‘We experienced this and that, and it was all super meaningful.” Amajiki says facing the wall in the gym, “It’s not like all of them are raring to go and ready to aim for the top. We wouldn’t want any to be broken beyond fixing.”

“Hey, listen to this. There was once a kid who got discouraged, quit trying to be a hero, and caused all sorts of trouble. Didja know?! It was really bad. So you’d better think about this hard, Togata, or there’s gonna be pain. True-blue pain.” Hado says while playing with Mina’s horns giddy to see them move as you pull the pink-haired girl away from the senior.

“Just wait a minute…we’ve fought agonist pros before, albeit with handicaps,” Tokoyami says and Kirishima nods,

“And we’ve got experience battling real villains! Do You think we’re such wimps that you gotta worry for our safety or whatever?” Kirishima slams his fist together with his quirk sparks coming off it.

“Welp whenever you’re ready then. Come at me. Who’s gonna be first?!” Mirio says and you see both Midoriya and Kirishima step forward.

“ME!” “I’ll…go first!”

Kirishima frowns and you pat his shoulder, “Didn’t expect you, Midoriya!!”

“The problem child! Right, of course, you’d step up. You’ve got spirit!” Mirio grins as you all get prepared to fight against him except for Todoroki. Your eyes meet Aizawa who was watching you and you give him a look almost asking permission to use your quirk. You see him nod but also give a look, don’t kill the poor guy.

“Close combat squad! We’ll hit him all at once! Got that senpai? Give us your best shot!” Kirishima yells as everyone enables their quirks as Mirio stares at all of you and his clothes fall through his body almost flashing you all.

“AHH!” Jiro yells covering her eyes as he grabs his pants fixing them back onto his body.

“Apologizes. Fine-tuning this is tricky!” He says as Midoriya rushes to attack him but his kick to the face goes right through him. So his quirk made him intangible, but you weren’t certain the full extent and you didn’t want to risk using his and flashing your class.

“Going for the face huh.” He says as all of your long-ranged attacker’s quirks go straight through him before he vanishes.

“He’s gone!” Iida yells as you all look around to find him,

“Long-range attackers go down first!!” He yells from behind Jiro quickly attacking all your long-rang classmates.

“He warped!!” Kirishima yells, “So it’s not just phasing?! What kinda crazy-strong quirk is this?!” In a little over four minutes, he had taken down half of your classmates to all your shock

“This is an opportunity, everyone so gets that lesson beaten into you..because Mirio Togata, as far as I know..is the closest to being the Top Hero…even including us Pros!” Aizawa yells out to all of you as you see Mirio not break a sweat as your classmates groan in pain.

“Just the melee fighters are left.” He shrugs and quickly phasing back into the ground. As you all look around see who he would attack next before he reappears behind Midoriya who sends a kick to him but Mirio phases through his leg going to poke his eyes before feinting and punching him in the gut and just like that All Might’s successor is down for the count.

“Midoriya!” Iida calls out but it’s too late as Mirio reappears taking down your class.

As groans from your classmates, Mirio flexes his muscles before pausing, “Wait a minute?” He counts the groaning students before pausing when he realizes he missed one, “I missed one? Now, who did I miss-” He feels ice cover his feet slowly growing and he looks up seeing you materialize in front of his eyes. The invisible girl’s quirk.

“Ahhh I should have taken you out in the beginning.” He smirks as phases through the ice as the two of you stand off above your beaten classmates.

“Guess the top ranking student isn’t the best at everything.” You shrug and his eyes widen at your comment before his face gets more serious holding his hands out.

“Oh such sass from someone I helped on their first day at school.” He says before vanishing into the floor. Helped you on your first day? Looking around the ground your vision lets you see an outline of a person almost floating through the floor before their right underneath you. Jumping back right as he shoots up in the air ready to kick at you to feint you out when his leg makes contact with your body but you block the kick. Your foot connects with his chest and the third-year stumbles back surprising his classmates and your teacher, that you were able to land a hit on him. He looks at you surprised but pauses when he notices your hair floating and the red glow coming from your eyes. You erased his quirk. He smiles laughing a bit while you keep your gaze on him though your eyes do water from the strain.

“So how were you able to dodge when I was under?” He calls out and you shrug.

“Ragdoll’s quirk. Pretty good quirk to have to find people like you.” You respond. You and Aizawa knew that you had never seen Ragdoll use her quirk in front of you, so your teacher had a fairly good idea where that quirk came from. Well, the large variety of quirks you had gained in your one meeting with All For One.

“Welp unfortunately this fight is over.” He says and you frown your eyes straining to remain open. He kicks his foot out sending dust at you which makes you close your eyes instinctively which was your downfall as he disappears quickly reappearing grabbing you by the collar and flipping you over his back his fist punches you in the gut making you slam into the ground. You feel your back seize as the air gets knocked out of you as you gasp for air. Jesus, you can’t breathe you gasp to catch your breath as he gloats above you the fight was over so fast.

“I just barely managed to keep my privates hidden for you ladies’ sake!” Mirio apologizes rubbing the back of his neck after you all recuperate yourselves you hold your stomach your breathing still wheezy. “Think my quirk is strong?” He asks and your classmates all yell out at him.

“Way too strong!” And totally unfair from where I’m standing!” “You can phase and warp? What’re you some kinda hybrid like Todoroki?!”

“Oh, Oh, can I say your quirk? Can I? Can I? It’s Permeation!” Hado jumps up and down holding her hand up before spilling his quirk.

“Nope, I just got one!! It’s permeation! When I activate my quirk across my whole body I pass through anything and everything! And everything includes the ground itself!” Mirio explains the extent of his quirk though it was a simple quirk he had created to become powerful. To be able to fight but the second you use your quirk you can’t, breathe, see, hear, or feel anything and was able to become the top 3. It was impressive.

“I’ve taken up a lot of your time, but this is why we had to fight! Because experience teaches more than words ever could! During our work studies, we weren’t just guests, but genuine sidekicks! We were treated like pros! And let me tell you, it was terrifying. We dealt with life-and-death situations! But scary or not, painful or not, it was the sort of top-notch experience you can’t get from school alone.” Mirio says holding his hand out before bringing it into a fist, “I turned my work-study experience into power that’s allowing me to reach for the stars! Which is why even if you’re scared, I wholeheartedly recommend it to you first-years!!” You couldn’t help but feel the same aura that a Pro-Hero speaks but you couldn’t help but grimace at the similarity that caused a chill down your spine. He seemed like the perfect All Might of your generation, always with a smile on his face. But you knew the truth the false smile he had put up.

“Alright, everyone time to head back,” Aizawa says as you all start heading back to class. Your eyes draw back to Mirio as he talks to his classmates his words ringing in your head.

“Oh such sass from someone I helped on their first day at school.”

You try racking your brain from where you could have seen him when it hits you. When you were heading to Recovery Girl’s office after you just discovered your quirk. You had passed out right as someone walked out and they brought you inside. Was it him?

The day continues and you all return to the dorms as you head to your room your gaze catches with Midoriya both of you frozen for a second before you turn away walking quickly to the elevator as he watches you leave a saddened expression on his face.

Lying in your bed you can’t help but notice this gut feeling that seems to linger on you as you stare at the ceiling trying to ignore it but not able to. Closing your eyes an almost weightless feeling covers you as you seem to drift to sleep, though this one is different than any other.

“Sir!” A sidekick burst through the doors of her boss's office in a hero’s agency somewhere in Japan and yells out distress written on his face, “Movement in the stars is telling me…today’s gonna be another boring day!”

A man looks away from his papers his yellow eyes glaring at his sidekick, “The full report. Make it quick.”

“Right! The young leader of the villain team we’re investigating, Overhaul…it seems he’s made contact with the League of Villains!”

Two villains stand across each other in the warehouse one covered by a plague doctor’s mask and the other by their father’s hand.

“He ain’t such a bad guy once you get a chance to talk to him!! So I told him to come to you Shigaraki! He’s kinda creepy!!” Twice says pointing at the new man in the room as Shigaraki reads the man’s intentions.

“Quite a whopper…you’ve got landed for us…Twice.”

Almost reaching out to that feeling you sense dread as you sit up quickly as the feeling intensifies finding yourself in a warehouse staring at the League and a new contender as you instantly take in one person.

“Tenko.”

[memorydragon]

Have you calmed down Mem? You haven't posted in a few days? - No, I have not. I just started my rants and realized I needed more time to rotate those particular details, so I'm sure you'll be getting more of it later. Also, I needed to pause my reread of Tun Hai because I'm not altogether sure I won't go right back to Poyun once I've finished, and I needed January to be over before I read it a third time this year.

See? I'm consuming media that makes me unhinged in an entirely normal way.

One of the reasons that these novels make me so feral though is the underlying premise of Knowing someone. Because we're all queer here and that totally makes us feral, I know.

But just, I saw someone comment about how Yan Xie accepts Jiang Ting despite the lies, and that's kind of not what's going on. Yes, Jiang Ting is a lying liar who lies. He's not even very good at saying what he wants in the relationship, Yan Xie specifically calls him on this repeatedly.

Because he's not very good at saying it, but he shows up in Yan Xie's apartment after the key was tossed at him, he drinks the 'wife tea' once the tea cake has already been rendered valueless (And I adore that Yan Xie has to break up the second one before he'd touch something so expensive. Yan Xie sees through him), he takes Yan Xie out to lunch and hangs out with him, not just for the case (though he's definitely doing that too. He's a trauma kitten that needs enclosure simulation because he will overthink everything if left alone), but because he sees that freedom and yearns for it, and that yearning turns to affection that he can't stop himself from getting near, no matter how bad an idea it is.

So yes, he's lying, but three separate people in the novel have watched him long enough to know Jiang Ting isn't who everyone says he is and who he himself thinks he is. Yan Xie watched as Jiang Ting raised the gun to his own forehead when Jin Jie triggered him and he knew that Jiang Ting couldn't have pulled the trigger against rivet. Han Xiaomei knew there was something wrong because she might be just an intern but she's not stupid, but she saw that Jiang Ting would kill without blinking an eye and she also knew he kept her hidden intentionally to protect her. Ma Xiang listens to Jiang Ting say yes, he is the most suspicious of everyone, but chooses to ignore all that and trust him anyway because he sees how broken Jiang Ting is while Yan Xie is in the operating room. Jiang Ting is essentially the open secret of the whole sub-bureau and this is not because Yan Xie is besotted with him, but because they've all judged his actions and decided against all reason that he's not the mole.

Of course they know he's lying about his past. They saw the him of now and decided what was known wasn't nearly as relevant as the evidence of who Jiang Ting is before them.

When Yan Xie says 'Why are you always so dishonest about your feelings?" When he says "Why do you always choose the wrong people to protect you?" When he says "Why don't you trust me to still love you?" He knows. He knows Jiang Ting. He knows the past is important and that it matters, but none of the past will ever change the fact that he's in love with Jiang Ting now - in the person who Jiang Ting is to him. Because that person who Jiang Ting is, who he sees, isn't wrong.

When Jiang Ting asks "Do you still trust me?" after Yan Xie has finally uncovered everything, and Yan Xie responds with a shrug and "What do you think?" Jiang Ting has to hastily cut him off, saying "It's better that you don't." Because he's half-afraid of the answer Yan Xie will give when he has to betray him and point a gun at his head and it has to be believable or they'd both be dead.

Yan Xie has already deleted the one picture from his phone album that he couldn't get rid of. He's already had his heart broken. He doesn't even realize when he's started crying when Jiang Ting kisses him and points the gun at him. But he still never denies it. Even when he can't fully believe in the hope that's being dangled before him, because Yang Mei is the one who saved him and that had to be planned, he still goes to Chief Lu and asks. He still says 'it was too fast and I didn't see clearly' despite Jiang Ting shooting ten people in front of him.

He still goes home and sees Jiang Ting everywhere in their apartment. And when he finally, finally finds evidence that Chief Lu was the one lying this time, he bluffs his way to finding out the truth about Jiang Ting being undercover without a second thought. Because despite everything, he loves the person Jiang Ting is.

Tun Hai goes a step further, and there's a reason I go ride or die so fast in that novel. Because Bu Chonghua is wrong about so many things. Like, I genuinely love how off he is on the mark of his analysis of Wu Yu, while still being 100% right about seeing through him. When he falls in love with Wu Yu, he falls hard, and all of his assumptions get turned on their head in the end, but that doesn't matter to him. What matters is Wu Yu in front of him that he's fallen in love with. That this is the person he's been chasing after for twenty years, without even knowing who he was. When he raced back to the martyr's cemetery because he bet that he knew Wu Yu, despite everything and that he couldn't be wrong because he knew the person he had fallen in love with. And Wu Yu isn't there, he nearly turns back, but then he sees Wu Yu is just a little later than him and he won his bet despite everything.

Wu Yu is terrified of Bu Chonghua's ability to see through him. He knows it's only a matter of time and he's set to disappear entirely, he's already known. Jiang Ting pulls him back, helping him hide and letting him stay a little longer (and I am So Normal about this, fuck, Jiang Ting this isn't even your novel and I'm feral), but it's already too late. When Bu Chonghua asks who a'Gui is, when he flat up tells Wu Yu that's it's a nice story, but that doesn't make the story less of a lie, and he says "But none of that matters because I still love you."

It's not that Wu Yu and Jiang Ting lie. It's not that Yan Xie and Bu Chonghua accept them despite knowing it's a lie. Because it's not a lie, not really, not where it matters most. There is evidence and there is the truth that is before them, and these dumb ass cousins choose to love the truth in front of them instead. When everyone, including Wu Yu and Jiang Ting themselves told them of the Monster that they are, Yan Xie and Bu Chonghua said that maybe you are a monster, but you're not a Monster to me. I'll look head on, because I've already seen the Truth.

And listen, I'm aware this is a gay coproganda novel, but it didn't have to go so hard at being Queer. That's just rude.

[pjisskullourful]

Hi! I just wanna say that you writing is just *chef's kiss* and lately you spoil us, the Ethan girlies (even tho those are comission). And i just wanna thank you for your hard work and imaginative writing . I have been a follower of yours since the 'Gay enough' era. And you opened my eyes to new possibilities and how relationship can be and also how kinks can be part of a healthy relationships (i think we all read at least one ff on tumblr that has some dubious smut scenes and toxic relationships) . Furthermore i and surely others are grateful for your blog and works since you are one of the few Måneskin fan blogs that kept writting and is still active consistently. I sincerely can say that i can't wait for the publication of the so called 'Over me' choose your own path story ( after reading the first part you are already giving us a hard time choosing bestie) and that Ethan centered imagine you announced to publish. So excited to see a softer kind of imagines comming for you. Not to say there is anything wrong with your smut writing , on the contrary, us reader can't thank you enough for it 😏 . But it is interesting to see that kind of 'get to know' the romantic interest and picturing them in a more normal settings (bookstores, cafes, quiet dinners, movie nights, doing chores) instead of the usual sexy rockstars that are seen as sex symbols. Sometimes ppl forget that Måneskin beneath the gorgeous exterior and incredible talent are just like us , people (with needs, hobbies,that have slow days in order to recharge, going out with just their friends group, etc.)

Can't wait to read your next work. Hopefully soon. Keep up the good work up queen 👑

holy fuck this is so sweet! i am so grateful that i got to wake up to this!

stream of consciousness response from me? okcurrrr

wow! thank you for saying all of this, for taking the time to send this through. it really means a lot!

*chefs kiss you on the nose* (with consent, ofcourse)

gay enough started soooooo long ago! that was literally my second request back in august of last year, so you’ve been here for ages& thank you for that. thank you for continuing to choose to spend your time here

kinking in a healthy& fun way is importnt to me for sure*99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 (wow bebe decided to stand on the keyboard instead of eating her damn breakfast, thanks dummy kitten!) anyways, as fun as it is to be flippant& etc- i do want to normalise certain things cos i know how culture can lead to behaviour. its like how lana del rey no longer performs the song ultraviolence(or said she was gonna stop, idk, i dont keep up todate with her somuch anymore, i dont know who norman rockwell is). things we excuse in the media we consume can become things we excuse in real life. so i always try my hardest to put consent, clear kink rules& safety in my shit cos this is what i have to say at the end of the day, its a reflection of me, every word& i want to believe what i say/be able to stand behind it

so keen to hear how everyone is feeling about th eupcoming decision for the conclusion of over me! somuch fun stuff coming for part two

lets get real here-- i did consider leaving. cos things have changed& i hate change, it makes me feel very unsafe. when i was getting that aggressive troll, i was wondering if there was a point to stay& keep going cos my instant reaction was to feel so isolated. that was a really emotionally defeating instance. i was planning how i would leave for real, i was planing how i could fasttrack the end of stained sheets& gay enough& thinking how to checkout cos i was questioning how worth it this all was. but at the end of the day-- the idea of leaving was even more terrifying than how awful i felt in that moment. cos i need this, quite literally. if i left, idk what i would do with myself, other than slip further into depression.at the end of the day- i do this for myself cos every word written is a moment where im not selfdestructing& mentally ripping myself to shreds. every word written is escapism for me. every word written is defiance. every word written is creativity chosen over selfdestruction& spiraling. every word written is so very significant to me cos before this i was really messed up& i wasnt writing consistently. so imma stick around& keep doing this for as long as it makes sense for me, cos i need to write, its all i really know, for more than half of my life& its ridiculously validating to have people give any kind of a crap about it

so im sticking around. i mean, i need something to keep me occupied while i wait for maneskin to get their asses to australia(have they even heard of my country?! not sure at this point)

[echoequinox]

I'm gonna be nsfw and frankly a little weird for a minute so bear with me I guess and YES this is about the thing I'm weird about, jesus

There's this like... genre of post that really Gets Me. It's like... There's something about those kind of kinky posts about like, mmo armor you cant glamour that's slutty but really good for you that is in the same vein of post as like, hypno or even kind of healslutting which i am admittedly not super against shchshjxjs

I KNOW it's discord kitten cringe shit but it's something about like...... obedience equalling safety maybe? Specifically in a kink environment? Especially because in the freedom vs safety argument I'm firmly on the freedom side even if it's dangerous and shitty. But in KINK.... the idea of giving up freedom entirely and oftentimes even agency in exchange for like, armor that protects you, or teammates that protect you, or in hypno mostly just like... praise and the idea of Doing A Good Job

Maybe it is literally just the idea of it being such a departure from my real life ideals and being able to just Let Go and not have to worry about anything. I have adhd so my thoughts are always racing racing racing and the idea that I can put on a brainwashing helmet and stop thinking, or be told "this is what's best for you. wear it." Is so nice, alongside the obvious praise kink mommy issue shit I have

I'm absolutely rambling at this point and maybe it's to defend my weird Pokemon playthrough that isn't really even that weird and doesn't even need defending but I'm self-conscious about kink at this point and I'm trying to reclaim that by talking about it in a quiet little corner over here where I dont feel as bad

Anyway my point is that shit is hot and I hate that healslutting is also hot GWHCHDHHFJS I know it's cringe. I know it's petplay for people who play Overwatch (derogatory). But goddamn the idea of playing support which I already do and getting "good girl" out of it? Sends me to the fucking moon, my dude

[redsaurrce]

Hehehehe come here tiger 🥵💋🦁

WHOOOP you are back! How was your week Sweets? I hope your week isn’t too hard on you! ☺️

Ahhh maybe I have to get the courage to dm you with my acc? Hmmmmm 🤪🤔

Yes that is what I have been doing ^^ But I have so much to tell and just no idea how to express it big sigh but maybe I am just being too hard on myself haha. At the moment I am just giving myself time to build a start to the story and give a good number of details without it being too much, trying to keep it on point 🤦🏼‍♀️

You do?! Like I feel so sorry for the authors because they put so much work into their creations but sometimes I just cannot get into it? Especially if the style of story telling doesn’t speak to me… You def improved even tho I think you did well on Part 1 too. Like really well hehehe 💗💓💝💖💕💞

Lmao you are WAAAAAAYYYYY more adorable than me!!! Heheheheh if you want it to be it is 🥰😚

Gimme that hug! I loooooove them!!!! Well trespassing would imply you are an unwanted guest? But you are not so heheh no trespassing but anyway I could never push you away

HAHAHAHAHAH booking dot com? Nooooooo my pocket 😋

You better stay in my pocket to! Protect at all costs 😈

Why would I be intimidated? YOU ARE SO CUTE HOW COULD I EVERRRRR WHAT!!!! Nopeee I won 💜🩵💙💚💛

lmao I thought maybe you are like nahhhh no good then you could have deleted it and forgotten about it 😅

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Yeah Freya has the ability to use fire but it is not the only type she can use ^^ She doesn’t know about her connection to a dragon, those fairytales are told to children but are just tales. Right…?

Well JK will be very… attached to her when he learns about her and who she is. The things he will do to keep her…. Tststs evil evil man... But he is doing it out of love right???

Lmao I even made a map for everything and stuff ah man 😅

- Y 💜

Hi hi caramel (ooohhh i like the tiger 🐯 rawrrr)yeah my week's been great luv, except yesterday I was sleepy throughout the day lol

Yeah why not caramel? Why need courage when u already have my love 😩😩

Take it slow kitten, don't be too hard on yourself, good writers didn't write their best stories on day 1, they just went the with the flow.. kept writing more and their stories became better and better on their own. It's literally absolutely fine to be at your own pace 💗

Ohh haha thankyou tho, I'll take the compliment 🥺💖💖 and dw caramel, it's not just u, it's quite universal to think like that ..including me, and maybe thats why i dropped a lot of novels because i just couldnt get into the writing style, i feel like if there are a lot of complex vocabulary or the beginning is getting dragged too much, Idk I just drop it. It doesn't happen with me only for stories but tv shows like kdramas as well, I am an avid kdrama fan but even though sometimes there are dramas which have literally highest ratings, I have dropped them because I just couldn't get into them (for example, our blues and my liberation notes despite knowing the fact how majority of people liked them while they were airing and even though both dramas had excellent cast, i couldnt feel the same)

Why? Because my preferences are different and so are for others, so don't feel sorry for not feeling it caramel, I'm sure other people who like those authors' styles will love their works ❤️

NOOOO STAWPPHHH JSJSJSSJJSKSKSSK yep I'm chilling in yo pocket 🤪✌️

Ayooo then take the huggie buddy 😘😘

THANKYOU LOLOL because I have seen people online say that they have thought I was intimidating at first but when they got to know me, they said that I've been the biggest crackhead they have ever met 😹😹😹 (ig being ENFP speaks for it 💀)

No no I'm really enjoying it luv!! Don't you dare say that or this tiger will bite you 🐯 🐾 /j

Ahhhh yeahhh I guessed it correct woo-hoo!! Yea alllll the fictional fairytales.. . 😏

Hihihi the evil evil man looked funny to me hahahaha ,,, yeah "love" tch 🥴 every yandere ever! *smh*

Ohhh I'd love to see the mapped out thing caramel, if you want you might show it 🥰🥰

[just-some-random-blogger]

part 2 for my most talented hottie-cutie! 'i love your story so much i might just give it an express ticket pass' *imagine a blushing emoji* you flatter me *imagine more blushing emojis bc i'm not typing it on the phone no way-* 'i became a writer was because i disagreed/didn’t like the plot points of the fics' omg i should've knew TT hehe you're rioting, girl. it's so worthy of respect! i love it! ig a lot of ppl love it too hgjdk. you're amazing, really. andand it's really meaningless but i wanted to say that i was so amazed by caraxes TT they've showed him up close and i was screaming TT he's such a kitten TT i want to adopt him TT this pretty kitten TT omg i cried... imagine receiving vide messages with a girl screaming, crying, throwing herself on the road and calling a fucking dragon a kitten? my bestie don't even need to... what about 'maybe you should try'. 1) i'm still insecure of my english. you did comforted me and now i feel more free to communicate. but ig it's not enough to write things. especially when it's about some historical topic. i don't think i have enough grammar knowledge or vocabulary. 2) also concerns the 1 point. my narrative language is 'heavy'. that's what my english and russian (esp lol TT) languages teachers have always been telling me. and i understand why. i've been even insulted (not really but i hate that man) by the comparison with Lev Tolstoy (the worst man in russian literature). it may be a compliment in a way but not really. if you've ever read anything of his, you probably understand what it means. and 1. idk if i can write serious things with this trait of mine; 2. IDK if i can express the things in a way i want to with the 2 previous points?? 3) i used to write fics in my mother tongue and, although i still like some of them, i don't really have inspiration to write now. and probably i wouldn't find a lot of followers anyway? my fics ideas are not really popular. even talking about my asks, you have much more popular requests. (i'm really honored and flattered by the fact you like my ideas TT thank you). and i always seek for approval. i trust you and really like how you embody my thoughts. our alliance you know... if you don't mind, i'll better send anything to you and hope you'll like it. 4) tbh, it's a good idea. and i'm soso flattered by your support TT no but the fact that you said it?? got me sobbing and hugging my laptop soso tight TT i love you soso much for these kind words of yours and your sweet personality TT i'll think about this thing again, when i'm in a better mental state. i LOVELOVELOVE you so so so much!!! you have no clue how much influence you have on me and how valuable your words are TT!! now i'm going to finally prepare for that academic competition. LOVE YOU!! and your talented hands! and your big brain! and your big heart!! thank you soso much for being you!! and for your support! take care!! love you!! have a nice evening/night/morning!! <з

good morn 😌

love lettersss <3 <#

'i love your story so much i might just give it an express ticket pass' *imagine a blushing emoji* you flatter me *imagine more blushing emojis bc i'm not typing it on the phone no way-*

here let me do it for you 😳😳😳🤭🤭🤭😚😚😚😊😊😊 i think those are all the ones wish blush lol HAHHAH

'i became a writer was because i disagreed/didn’t like the plot points of the fics' omg i should've knew TT hehe you're rioting, girl. it's so worthy of respect! i love it! ig a lot of ppl love it too hgjdk. you're amazing, really.

😎😁😁thank you lover. Im so glad a lot of people agree with the brain rot in my head lol. im honored to have your respect and to have people read my works in general 🥺🥺🥺

andand it's really meaningless but i wanted to say that i was so amazed by caraxes TT they've showed him up close and i was screaming TT he's such a kitten TT i want to adopt him TT this pretty kitten TT omg i cried...

ah i see its ur first time seeing caraxes up close HAHAAH yes he is a dear. i too really love the dragons. i also especially love it when the dragons are added to fic and they are somehow personified. i love that for us.

imagine receiving vide messages with a girl screaming, crying, throwing herself on the road and calling a fucking dragon a kitten? my bestie don't even need to...

ur like me fr. i also think dragons are cutesy widdle beans <3 <3

what about 'maybe you should try'. 1) i'm still insecure of my english. you did comforted me and now i feel more free to communicate. but ig it's not enough to write things. especially when it's about some historical topic. i don't think i have enough grammar knowledge or vocabulary.

thats fine. you dont have to do anything you dont want to. though i will say i did start writing fic when i was 11 T_T so yeah the cringe is real. we all start from somewhere. we all cringe HAHAHAH

2) also concerns the 1 point. my narrative language is 'heavy'. that's what my english and russian (esp lol TT) languages teachers have always been telling me. and i understand why. i've been even insulted (not really but i hate that man) by the comparison with Lev Tolstoy (the worst man in russian literature).

💀💀💀💀 lol lev tolstoy T_T apparently (dont quote me on this) as much as a writer as he was it think, if i remember correctly, his stories are actually from his wife, like from her diary. i vaguely remember watching a vid like that.

anyway i personally used to write a lot of narratives/descriptions, because that was the kind of lit/fics i used to read, then i realized T_T i barely finish my work because of it and i like writing dialogue parts more, which is why i changed my style ig lol. i dont think theres anything wrong with being narative heavy, i personally have just deviated from it and sometimes i find it hard to read if i am not in the mood to read, ya know.

i feel it depends on the author. some have this feeling of rambling, but some write so beautifully and vividly.

it may be a compliment in a way but not really. if you've ever read anything of his, you probably understand what it means.

i have only watched anna karenina films lol

and 1. idk if i can write serious things with this trait of mine;

then dont write anything serious. i literally write crackfics AHHAAHH

2. IDK if i can express the things in a way i want to with the 2 previous points??

well you could always try organizing your thoughts through bullet point or graphic organizers

3) i used to write fics in my mother tongue and, although i still like some of them, i don't really have inspiration to write now.

ah that can be hard fr. i usually try to look for prompts or consume media (like watch tv/film listen to music read etc) sometimes you really cant force it

and probably i wouldn't find a lot of followers anyway? my fics ideas are not really popular. even talking about my asks, you have much more popular requests. (i'm really honored and flattered by the fact you like my ideas TT thank you).

first of all because of this ^^ paragraph, i went to my fic that started it all, i genuinely wrote it with no expectation and only because of my brain rot i thought i would get 10 likes in total and i was ok with that. like i purposefully posted it at night because i didnt want to wait and see if people would like it lol, cause yeah it is a bummer that your work doesn't get noticed. i was shocked to see my notifs blow up because of that fic. to be completely honest with you, most of the times many notifs on a story do not equate to it being good or bad, it just means a lot of people got to see it.

i used to prefer writing on ao3 because i got more engagement there, but ao3 lacked the message and inbox options and i tried posting some of my stuff here. this used to be the place where i read kpop fics cos, idk, kpop fics dont do so well on ao3 HAHAH or at least for me. lol i got off tangent there.

point is even i have a lot of fics were i put my heart and soul into and i get like 25 notes and im like DAMN ok, then i fart 1k crack and everyones like AHSFILAHFAS YASS and im like ????? ok ?????? so at the end of the day i tell myself its ok if only one other person likes my fic, all that matters is that that person and me like it <3 <3 <3 and thats a lot in my book lol

and i always seek for approval. i trust you and really like how you embody my thoughts. our alliance you know... if you don't mind, i'll better send anything to you and hope you'll like it.

i would be honored to go through your work if you want me to. i will say if it becomes more than... idk 5k T_T id only begrudgingly go through it because i love you. BUT itd only be begrudgingly if i dont like it, and i know your ideas and I LOVE THEM so lay it on me pal.

4) tbh, it's a good idea. and i'm soso flattered by your support TT no but the fact that you said it?? got me sobbing and hugging my laptop soso tight TT i love you soso much for these kind words of yours and your sweet personality TT i'll think about this thing again, when i'm in a better mental state.

yeah i know how great it feels to have support from someone to purse your creative endeavors or just have someone support you in general. idk my mom stopped being impressed with me when i reached a certain age T_T because T_T i guess im already excellent in her eyes which is why she doesn't go 'OMG SLAY GREAT JOB' or smth she's always like 'oh yeah thats good' aT MOST because she already expected it of me, 'ok' [CRYING] T_T my dad gives more reactions, although T_T not very excited though, but idk my relationship with my mom is different with my dad i cant explain,

MY POINT IS I GIVE PEOPLE THE REACTIONS I WANT T_T

and when i was in my last years of highschool, i went to study music arts and design and T_T my classmates and i were so likeminded and we always encouraged each other and just being in that atmosphere made me realize how important it is to surround yourself with people who get it <3 <3 <3 T_T i miss them

i LOVELOVELOVE you so so so much!!! you have no clue how much influence you have on me and how valuable your words are TT!!

thank you. im honored. truly. i know i say it so much but i mean it everytime. im humbled to have someone as sweet and smart as you look up to me like this. genuinely i love you my dear.

now i'm going to finally prepare for that academic competition.

I HOPE YOU DO AMAZING AND WIN AND SHOW EM HOW AMAZING AND COOL AND GREAT AND SMART AND SEXY AND CUTE AND FUNNY AND AMAZING AND GORGEOUS YOU ARE

LOVE YOU!! and your talented hands! and your big brain! and your big heart!! thank you soso much for being you!! and for your support! take care!! love you!! have a nice evening/night/morning!! <з

thank you T_T im luv u

xxx