#IDK IF THIS WAS TOO OOC IM STILL WORKING ON HOW TO WRITE HIM

[desperatepleasures]

ugh I have chores to do but what I really need to do is lay down and think about harukan for at least 4hrs while listening to labrador by aimee mann on repeat

[scarawiki]

idk how this app works help

scaramouche x gn!reader , idk the word count 😬

first one shot ever prbly ooc scara i'm not sure how to write him very well :( most of it is rly self indulgent for comfort im going thru it i fear lawl. not beta read either i almost never write pls be nice 🤕🙏🙏 excuse any grammar or spelling errors

cw: mentions of poor eating habits due to depression & anxiety , mental health stuff , yada yada nothing super explicit

divider creds: @rookthornesartistry

You laid still in your bed that you shared with your partner Scaramouche, while he was out and about finding ingredients for dinner.

Since he left, you were once again alone with your thoughts. Constantly ruminating on the past and picking apart everything. Your mind had kept screaming at you, and you couldn't calm it regardless of what you tried. You were left feeling even more hopeless than before.

Scaramouche had picked up on your "odd" behaviors lately, but you simply brushed it off and just told him,

"I'm probably coming down with something. The weather is changing, don't worry about it too much."

You didn't want to burden him with your silly problems, right? Knowing his past, you didn't want to add more to the mix. You were sure you could deal with it on your own.

Following that afternoon, you sobbed. You were so dizzy and your head was pounding, wishing the world had swallowed you whole already. You felt that Scaramouche deserved someone better than your pathetic self. You didn't understand why you couldn't just feel happy. Why was it so hard? Why can't you get out of bed? Why can't you wake up in the mornings?

You heard the front door opening, and you quickly wiped away your remaining tears that rolled down your face, and tried to get comfortable again. Your whole body ached and you just wanted it all to end.

"(Y/N)? I'm home. I managed to find a few things for later tonight. I had to bargain a lot though, food is getting expensive these days."

Scaramouche called out from the living room, setting down everything on the counter. After no answer, he became curious and knocked on the bedroom door.

"Hey? Don't tell me you're still asleep, it's almost 6 PM."

He let out a small sigh after more silence followed, and then opened the door. He saw you were burrowed under the blankets, and came to sit down on the edge of the bed. He pulled the covers back to reveal your tear-stained face, and a wave of concern came over him.

Scaramouche was never particularly good at comforting others, or feelings in general. He was never shown gentleness and compassion in his 500 years of living, before he met you.

"Who did it?"

Scaramouche asked, immediately jumping to the conclusion that someone had caused you harm to hurt this badly.

"No one," you managed to whisper out. "It's really nothing. Don't waste your time on me."

He was slightly taken aback by your dismissive behavior, but decided to pry further. Scaramouche wouldn't know how to deal with himself if anything ever happened to you.

"Okay... well, you haven't been eating, and last time I checked, you aren't a puppet. You've been sleeping in until dinner time for the past few days. Out with it."

He sounded demanding, but soon mentally scolded himself for his tone with you when he saw the vulnerability in your expression.

"I just don't know what to do anymore... I feel so scared and exhausted all the time, I can hardly wake up in the mornings, and food doesn't bring me joy anymore. I can't even remember the last time I felt okay. I didn't want to bother you because I didn't think it was that bad, to be honest. I'm sorry for keeping it from you, Scaramouche. I swear it has nothing to do with you."

Your vision blurred as you spoke, and you could feel your throat closing up. You didn't know how much more you could handle of this constant misery.

Scaramouche stayed silent for a few moments, taking in everything you had told him. You had always seemed so bubbly and excited around him, and when he saw you completely falling apart in front of him for the first time, he felt confused.

"...How long has this been really going on?"

He inquired, and his eyes had a softer look in them.

"A few years, it comes and goes but it doesn't seem like it'll ever get better. I'm tired of suffering, Scaramouche. I want to enjoy life again and look forward to the future. Instead, I dread the next days to come."

You responded, avoiding eye contact and fidgeted with your hands. When Scaramouche took notice of this, he gently grabbed your hands and set them in his lap.

"I'll be blunt, I'm still figuring how these whole "emotions" work. But, I do see that you aren't yourself right now. Yes, you can be a little irritating at times, but I wouldn't be with you if I didn't... love you."

Scaramouche felt hesitant to say those last words, but at the same time it felt right. He then continues,

"It would be pointless to be in a relationship with someone if you weren't upfront with them, but I can see how you might have felt like a bother. I promise that you will never be a burden to me, and I hope you know that I would rather die than ever lay a finger on you, or hurt you any other way. You're one of the first few people to show me how to love and broke through my tough exterior. You never left me during my hard times, and I'm sure as hell not leaving you."

Scaramouche took a deep breath, and looked down at his lap to give your hands a slight squeeze.

"I will do everything in my power to help you feel better. I want to see to see you happy. I want to see that smile on your face again. But, you have to work with me, alright?"

He looks back up and lifts one of his hands to gently grab your chin to face him.

You reluctantly look into his eyes, and slowly nod.

"Okay, I'll try... Thank you."

You replied slowly, drained of any remaining energy you had left. Scaramouche leaned down to remove some of your hair out of the way, and placed a delicate kiss on your forehead. He came back up and caressed your cheek, and sighed softly.

"I'm not letting you suffer alone. Ever."

[ethical-cain-vinnel]

hear me out, you and anakin have been enemies for years like just constant head butting and competition, and one day y’all both are training and your both trying to show off competitively, and afterwards, just to piss him if you say your master is kind of attractive or something and what happens next happens 🤭 sorry i’m famished for enemies to lovers anakin stuff

RAHHHHHH I LOVE THIS IDEA THIS HAS ME LEGIT FOAMING AT THE MOUTH THANK YOU GIRLBOSS

SPOILED BITCH

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x reader

Teaser Trailer: Your Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi usually has you and Anakin separated when training. He’s worried that the animosity between you two could eventually lead to one of you getting hurt because you two don’t know when to stop. But today, on the rest day for training, he’s woken you two up and has decided that you two would hash out your differences and train together for the first (and probably last) time.

Tags/Warnings: Bickering, porn with plot, very little use of Y/N, no gendered terms (girl, she/her, etc) but AFAB anatomy (im sorry idk how to write AMAB anatomy), hatefucking, lowkey dubcon at the start but quickly turns consensual, mentions of Padme (they’re broken up in this), bath sex, rough sex, little to no prep (make sure to prep irl or that shit HURTS, coming from your local whore), unprotected p in v (don’t be silly, wrap ya willy), choking, fluff at the end

Notes: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I LOWKEY HAD NO IDEA HOW TO START IT LMFAO but im really glad you sent this in cause I had a lot of fun writing this!! I did change it a little bit but it still has that enemies to lovers plot that you said you were jonesing for so I hope you like it! Also im so sorry if anakin is ooc i really tried to make him true to his character.

In the heart of the Jedi Temple, a place of serenity and wisdom, were two dickheads who couldn’t stop bickering and driving their master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, absolutely insane. Every word moved him more and more to the dark side (kidding, not kidding). “You’ll never be a true Jedi, Skywalker,” You taunted, your eyes flashing with defiance. “You let your emotions control you too easily.” “And you’re too focused on rules and regulations,” he shot back, his tone dripping with disdain. “The Jedi Code has made you blind to the real world.” You were about to respond when your master spoke. “Enough. Both of you.” He turns around and gives you both a sharp glare. This shuts you both right up. “Sorry, Master,” You both mumble like scolded children. Obi-Wan sighs and continues taking you to the training ground.

When you arrive at the grounds, you and Anakin shoot each other confused looks before Obi-Wan begins to speak. “In the past, I have not let you two train together. This is because I am afraid one, if not both of you, will have bad physical injuries by the end. But,” Flashes of annoyance and exhaustion from months of your constant bickering show in his eyes. “You two have officially worn me down. Today, you will train together. I will not be supervising because I feel you two should work this out by any means necessary. As long as you both come out of the training alive, I don’t care what happens here.” You begin to feel a bit guilty. You and Anakin have indeed pushed your master to his limits. But that’s quickly replaced by excitement and needing to beat Anakin.

Obi-Wan laid out the rules of the training before quickly leaving the grounds. With Obi-Wan's departure, you and Anakin found yourselves standing on the training ground, lightsabers in hand, the tension thick enough to slice through. Anakin couldn't resist taking the first jab, both verbally and physically. "Well, Y/N, let's see if you can back up all that talk." You smirked, your eyes glinting with determination. "Oh, Anakin, I've been waiting for this moment. Let's see if you can finally prove that you're not all bark and no bite." The clash of lightsabers rang out as the duel commenced, the blades creating sparks of energy that mirrored the sparks flying between you. "You're still too aggressive, Anakin," you taunted, sidestepping his lunge. "The Force doesn't respond well to blind rage, you know," Anakin grunted, his frustration evident. "And you're too busy following the rule book to see the big picture. Sometimes, you have to do what's necessary." Your retort came swiftly, "Sometimes, what's necessary isn't letting your emotions run rampant. That's how we fall to the dark side." The battle raged, each strike and parry accompanied by another biting remark. It was as if the Force itself reveled in your ongoing rivalry, fueling the intensity of the duel.

"You know, Anakin, maybe if you focused on your training more than your obsession with winning, you'd improve," you quipped, dodging a particularly aggressive swipe from his lightsaber. Anakin's eyes blazed with anger, and he pushed harder, but you deftly countered his every move. "And maybe if you let loose a bit, you'd discover there's more to the Force than ancient texts and lectures." Your movements became fluid, almost graceful, as you expertly parried Anakin's attacks. "I'll take wisdom over recklessness any day, Anakin." As the duel continued, your words stung as much as your strikes, and it was clear that Anakin was growing frustrated, his resolve wavering. He overextended himself in a moment of vulnerability, leaving an opening you quickly seized. With a swift maneuver, you disarmed him, sending his lightsaber flying out of his grasp. You held your lightsaber at his throat, a triumphant smile on your lips. "Checkmate," you declared, breathing heavily but victorious.

Later that night, you were getting ready for bed. The training with Anakin was rewarding but so fucking tiring. You had bruises and small cuts all over your body that stung as you entered the hot bath, the salts meant for relaxation causing your muscles to tense up and a small, involuntary whimper to leave your mouth. As you sunk deeper into the water, you relaxed more. Your cuts still stung, but it was all worth it to wipe that stupid smile off of your rival’s face. God, his stupid face. You had no idea what Padme sees in him. His stupid brooding blue eyes, his full lips that always turn into a scowl when he sees you. Fuck. Even you, his number one rival, can’t deny that he’s really hot. You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear someone enter the bathroom. You immediately make sure your entire body is below the water, the bubbles covering you. You look to see who it is and it’s Anakin. “Anakin, what the FUCK?? GET OUT!” you begin to scream when he covers your mouth, glaring down at you as he leans over the tub. Your voice got caught in your throat as his glare sent shivers down your spine and warmth down to your pussy. When he can tell you’ve officially shut up, he slowly takes his hand off of your mouth and for a moment, you two just stare at each other, a mix of hatred and lust. “You're a real spoiled bitch, you know that?” he seethes and you scoff. “Oh, I’m spoiled cause I was able to put you in your place?” His hand shoots to grab your neck, choking you slightly and you let out a small whimper, not expecting it. He smirks and pulls you into a rough kiss, your mind going a million miles an hour. You pull away and he lets you, not wanting to force you into anything you don’t want to do. “What is wrong with you??” You say, obviously bothered. “You’re dating Padme and you’re trying to kiss me and fuck me?? What is wrong with you??” You fume. He smirks a bit, thinking your reaction is a bit funny. “Padme and I broke up a month ago.” Those words make your jaw drop and your eyes practically bug out of your skull.

But he knows that all of your inhibitions were limited only to him not being single, as you immediately pull him into another heated kiss, tongue and teeth clashing as you help him hastily strip off his robes and you pull him into the tub with you. You lay back against the porcelain and he gets on top of you, his hand coming up to choke you slightly again. He begins to kiss down your neck and to your collarbone, his free hand coming to pinch your soapy tits and you whine. Your hand found his cock in the water and lined him up with your entrance. He quickly pushed in and gave you no time to adjust to his (massive) size as he began pounding you roughly. “Stupid spoiled bitch. Always a pain in my ass yet I’m dicking you down.” He mumbles breathily as his cock hits your g spot over and over again, leaving you breathless. “Say thank you.” He demands but you’re already too fucked out to hear. It isn’t until he slaps you across the face that you can listen. “I fucking said thank me. Do it and maybe I’ll let you cum tonight” “Thank you!! Thank you Anakin!!” You moan loudly and his hand comes back to your throat, a smirk on his face “Yea thats what I fuckin’ thought. Good fuckin slut f’me. So fuckin good” He pants as he fucks your pussy with reckless abandon. He can feel your cunt clenching on him, signaling that you’re close to cumming and if he wasn’t also on the brink, he woulda stopped right then and there and ruined your orgasm. “Cum f’me. Cum f’me, baby” He moans and the chord in your belly snaps, covering his cock with your juices as you moan his name. He whimpers softly and you feel as he fills you up with his cum. You’re both left panting and after a few moments you two start to laugh softly, looking at the mess you made. Water and bubbles all over the floor, the water in the tub left white and milky and your bodies sweaty and bruised. He looks at you in a way he never has before and he leans down to kiss you sweetly. “C’mon. Stand up and I’ll help you shower” He says with a sweet smile. You have a feeling things are going to be different from now on between you.

[sockmeat]

Hey, Can You do a Alastor x reader who has bulimia? Where Alastor and thé reader are in a relationship, and hé liké, finds out? Only If You feel comfortable tho ♥️

𝐆𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 --  𝑨𝒏 𝑺/𝑶 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒂… (𝑯𝒂𝒛𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒍)

(𝐰𝐜): 391

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Alastor finds out you have bulimia and helps you cope with it.

(𝐀/𝐍): First time writing something like this, I tried reading up on how to treat it but idk IM NERVOUS

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): Bulimia, eating disorders, OOC Alastor, DO NOT read if you are not in the right headspace

                                                        𓆩♡𓆪

♡ Alastor suspected it, he had been watching your behavior after noticing how strange it was, but that didn’t make the confession any easier.

♡ Alastor’s love language is food–he absolutely loved making things you would enjoy, making things you haven’t tried yet, making you things when he felt like it, etc.

♡ However, he began to notice how you would eat everything he offered, then suddenly you would get very ill to the point of rarely being able to leave the bathroom, and wouldn’t eat anything he gave you.

♡ Safe to say, he was worried.

♡ He went through trial and error trying to figure out what was happening; he would pay extra attention to your plates and food, making sure there wasn’t any poison, anything raw, or anything you were allergic too, he would watch you and make sure you weren’t eating too much food at once and unintentionally making yourself sick, but nothing he tried worked.

♡ Eventually, he just settled on asking you directly. He could tell immediately it wasn’t something you wanted to talk about–you looked nervous and tried to use every excuse in the book, but Alastor wasn’t letting up.

♡ Finally, you just sighed and told him. You cried your heart out when you told him about your insecurities and why exactly you were getting so sick.

♡ For once, Alastor felt his chest squeeze.

♡ There weren’t any reliable therapists in Hell, so he went out and got as much information as he could on Bulimia. He hadn’t been in a situation like this before, so he had to build his knowledge from the ground up.

♡ He sat you down once again, where he explained that he would support and love you unconditionally no matter what and would do his best to help you in this rough time.

♡ He became a safe space for you to go to when you didn’t feel safe with yourself, he helped you build a better self esteem through encouraging words, helped you see through a different perspective, and would eat with you/share meals with you so you wouldn’t feel as guilty.

♡ Eventually, when you’re more stable and comfortable in your skin but still wanting to lose weight, Alastor will encourage you to use more healthy methods, such as exercise.

♡ Of course, you’ll have slip-ups occasionally, but Alastor will be there for you every time.

                                                        𓆩♡𓆪

[a-random-weeb]

BSD men x reader sick headcannons

im sick as well as my friend so fml I'm writing this

Warnings: le sick, this is kind of self indulgent in a way but at the same time your sick so... you have the right while your sick.

Autre warnings: this is my first fic, it's probably gonna suck ;-;

also soup is the food of the gods in this for some reason

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Dazai:

•he bursts out laughing at first, making fun of you (in a friendly way)

•Once he's done with his laughing fit, he does (try to) take care of you

•ok he's not the worst at taking care of people, but I feel like the worst part would be him making fun of you

•he won't let you go to work/school (if you're a student like in highschool pretend you're older), just because he's laughing at you, doesn't mean he doesn't care.

•he'd cuddle you, then end up getting sick, then you take care if him and cuddle him, then you get sick and so on until one of you realizes you can't cuddle (aka you, and he complains. This is the same for Nikolai)

•he pisses you off, but he loves you

"how did you get sick?!" He laughs as he hands you a bowl of soup, as you lie in the silky sheets of your shared bed with the worst cold of your life. You shoot him a glare as you take the soup in your shaking hands, making sure not to drop it.

"I already told you, my coworker got me sick!" You begin to eat your soup, frustrated and pissed. He plants a kiss on your forehead

"I'll call your work and tell them you're taking the day off!" He skips to the other room. You lie there, thankful for your lovely boyfriend.

(I don't simp for dazai so it was hard to write for him. This is my first fanfic EVER, be quiet. I only put dazai at the top for a friend.)

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Chuuya:

•He's easy to anger, so when you get sick, he knows you probably did something stupid to get yourself sick.

•Unlike Dazai, he's a good cook, but still he makes you soup, and angrily holds it out to you.

•he takes care of you, but acts angry the whole time. I say acts, but he really is angry, but he also cares about you. But is still angry.

•he's not Bakugou level angry, he's still calm(ish)

•he does verbally abuse you the whole time though.

•But it's not actually abuse. I feel like he just calls you dumbass and idiot.

•he's very forceful with everything he does ("eat! Or I'll force feed you!") ←(this is my fav head cannon for him, he would)

•He cuddles you, but somehow this man does not get sick, until he does, then you take care of him, but he doesn't let you touch him while taking care of him so the same thing that happened with dazai doesn't happen with you. There will be no cycle.

•He also buys you a lot of expensive medicine

•you piss him off, but so does everything

"You idiot! How the hell did you get yourself sick?!" He hands the bowl soup to you.

"I was playing in the rain with a cat." You give him an innocent look as he shoots you a glare.

"Why?! You knew it would get you sick!"

"but... there was puddles... and a cat who liked water..."

Chuuya facepalms. "Seriously?!" He sighs, calming himself down. He sits next to you on the bed as you eat your soup. He's rich, and I feel like you begged him to buy a tv for he bedroom. You guys watch my hero academia. Even though I said he cuddles you while sick, I don't think he'd actually unless you cling to him, then he'll let you sometimes. But he just sits on the other side of the bed as you watch anime together, and pass out in eachothers presence.

(I cringed at this one, it wasn't as good as I hoped. I made him a tiny bit ooc too ;-; idk I feel like it's good for a first time.)

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Kunikida:

•He's nicer than the rest of them

•He's the only decently normal one of the boys.

•he makes you soup and blah blah blah

•He doesn't cuddle you, he has common sense

•You don't want to get him sick either, so....

•He buys you medicine, he knows the best kinds

(I couldn't think of a scenario. Sorry)

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Akutagawa:

•Has no idea what to do

•He thinks you're gonna die so he makes this whole dramatic speech

•All you have is a common cold 😭

•after he figures out you're not gonna die, he asks what he can do

•He goes to the store to buy you medicine

•He doesn't know what else to do

•you tell him it's fine and all you need is a few days off of work

•He feels too bad, so he goes on one of those weird websites

•Next thing you know he comes in a skateboard and circling around you, chanting these weird, demonic words 😭

•"Wa bubu shaaaaaa qut epeu turu!"

"Aku wth are you doing?!"

"Curing your sick"

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I too lazy to write for anyone else, this is a quick drabble and my first fanfic. I hope you liked it!

[sourrush]

im having a tighnari brain rot

this is my first time writing any sort of fic, im sorry that its so short :( if you have any suggestions on how to write better please lmk :D if you read this tysm for your time

taking care of u while ur sick

g//n reader

no warnings i dont think<3

probably a lil ooc idk much abt his lore

tighnari is always prepared for situations like this, he could give you an effective medicine to cure any illness. though when he asks you if you want any, you decline, claiming that he's the only thing you need right now. you don't want him to leave even for a second.

now this was certainly something he wasn't prepared for.

you cling onto his arm as he tries to get up. "i really think you should let me get you something of aid." he spoke, purely logical, he was certainly interested in why you were so keen on him staying, but he didnt want to pry you in your weakend state.

you pushed yourself to sit in an upright position, facing him directly. "dont you get it? i already have something of aid. youre really helping me just by being here, why would you want to argue when im asking you to stay?"

for that, tighnari didnt know exactly what to say. he never imagined you thought so highly of him, hed never known anyone who preferred his company over medicinal treatment. "i didnt think.."

you pulled him closer, hugging him tightly, resting your head on his shoulder.

"i dont have the energy to talk much right now, just stay here, please? i wanna rest with you by my side."

tighnari felt as though this whole time he failed to care for you, so now he knew what to do. he pushed you back until you were lying down again, keeping himself wrapped in your warm embrace. he didnt say anything more as your eyes gently shut, he held you tightly, rubbing your shoulder with his loose hand.

as you fell asleep, his mind began working once more. he was still a bit confused about how he could put you at ease so quickly, but he didnt think on it too hard. he assumed he would want to get up after lying motionless for a while, but he found himself enjoying the peacefulness. he began to grow tired as well, he could definitely get used to this.

[huntershowl]

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

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

i don't have one particular otp — big ships change depending on the Era hellhound is in!

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

nothing illegal obviously — other than that, aside from long-lifespan characters whose mental maturation is slower, i generally stay away from with 10+ year age gaps when the younger muse is under 20. just feels like a weird power dynamic i guess?

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

yes! ships on this blog cannot be pre-established — i tend to lose interest fast if they don't build up naturally, either through lots of ooc plotting or through writing. on top of that, seph is ... piiiiicky. she has very specific Types. generally, ships with very gentle, soft, mentally well-adjusted characters are possible, but transient — seph falls out of love after a point, but remains staunchly protective of them.

the long and short of the matter is she's a freak, and you kind of have to match that to be compatible as a long-term partner. but even then they don't always line up perfectly! idk. seph's weird. simultaneously very easy to ship with and very hard to ship with.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

oh i've got lots of good ones going on right now!! pls forgive me for gushing. focusing on currently heavily-plotted and/or written ones for this bit bc otherwise it will be pages and pages!! if i forgot someone you have full permission to impale me on a pike i am SO SORRY. (aka i'll go back and add u in omg)

@vsagis' villain izuku— i had to put u first bc u kickstarted this shipping renaissance. seph and izuku clicked instantly and started a long-term trajectory that i don't think either of us writers expected. they're just freak enough to match each other, just soft enough to genuinely care. we're really putting these two through the horrors(tm) and watching them fall hopelessly, horribly in love. <3

@spiritcrown's pasha — how could i not mention pasha!! i was so happy to see you back, because pasha and seph's relationship was soooo formative for seph's development wrt romance. seph is absolutely, completely and utterly devoted to pasha. they worship at the altar of her. they would bend heaven and raise hell for her.

@crowshoots' jesper — UAHGHGBBHBH INCOHERENT CRYING NOISES. the first thing seph noticed about jesper was extremely respectable fighting skills, but even then they were definitely uhhhh touch and go for a while there before they started to simmer down and. pin each other down and — one thing led to another and jesper's being antagonized by her antagonists and they're too deeply in love to go back!! i love them. i l

@crowgreeds' kaz — HHHHHHHHH god. hi siri i know ur not around the dash much but idc im writing u into this. kaz and seph both have such a darkness in them that the other recognizes and not only feeds, but when necessary, balances. they're ruthless and violent and mean but at the same time, they have such a softness for each other that they both thought was dead. also, you're the recipient of probably the best rp reply i've ever written (that fucking. hellhound kill description. my GOD im feral for seph protecting him)

@tewwor.... goose is2g we really have the creatures ever. litho — FIRST SHIP!!!! FIRST SHIIIP i still cant believe it took 4 irl years for them to finally admit their stupid feelings. now they're soulmates and there's no turning back. he's the reason seph likes poetry in every verse. the softest snarkiest ship. probably the closest to a true YA-style soulmate seph has. she hasn't forgiven him for all the twilight jokes though tough luck jie & ricochet — the boys... the absolute chaos trio... i never expected seph and jie to fall for each other but honestly i should have. he falls so neatly into her "equally feral" type. ricochet is so calm and seph is kind of intoxicated by that. sheathed claws kind of vibe. just love these three their dynamic balances itself so well

@spungolden's dio — two femmes raised as weapons with deeply suppressed emotions, chillin in a murder alley, five feet apart cause theyre not g— (theyre gay. theyre so gay) these two are so sweet they sometimes make me tear up. they skipped the trauma stage and went straight into lesbian domestic fantasy with only occasional murder.

@chaoslulled oh boy(s). toji — brutally in love. they saw and embraced each other's monster, refused to shy away, and now they somehow revolve in this strange orbit of violent and incredibly soft with each other. i think he's the first of the current ship lineup that seph has in-thread said the L-word to. this ship was so easy to jump right into, the chemistry was like lightning in a bottle. satoru — one of the most genuinely unexpected slowburn ships i've stumbled into. these two read each other for filth INSTANTLY as lonely motherfuckers who, in some way or another, had loved and lost. they haven't even gotten to the oh-shit moment in the slowburn yet but i'm lookin forward to it yakuza sukuna — THE PAIN. THE SUFFERING. AUHHHGHGGGG HOL YOU'RE FUCKING KILLING MEEEE. these two are mirrors in the worst possible way. they've got their throats stuck under their boss' boot heels; they've been disfigured, they've had their siblings used as leverage, they've been made into muzzled dogs. despite hating each other at the start, they can't not recognize that, and it's led to this fierce protectiveness that isssss whoops evolving into feelings. i'm sure nothing will go wrong

@eraserisms' shota — AHHHHHHH god okay most of this ship has been pure plotting vibes and responses to memes, but i truly cannot wait to get into writing more of them because they own my heart and soul. i think they know each other to the marrow in a way that's not super common for seph, and the gentleness and caution with which they're starting to explore revisiting their care for each other is heartbreaking in the best way

@sasouken BEE!!!! ok chronologically(??): deku — so precious and wholesome from the start. your honor he's just a little guy with a big dumb crush. when i tell uuuuuu some of our plotting has literally made me tear up a little??? the absolute bleeding heart on this boy??? HURTS ME??? one day they'll hold hands casper — slated to be our angstiest dynamic, i just Know it. two motherfuckers who love their siblings, inextricably involved in a tangled web of crime and violence. two people who have lost so much and don't want to lose anyone ever again. i will die i WILL satoru — such... a different vibe than i was expecting in an amazing way?? his dynamic with seph is so fuckin sweet? so much physical touch born of trust and comfort. also again: her first ever fwb (for now), which is truly a wild thing to experience. sukuna — i .. . dont even know what to say about this one. (affectionate). he unlocked an entirely new dimension of freak in seph's psyche and attraction style that i couldn't comprehend before we started writing them but retrospectively makes so much sense. what the fuck is going on with these two i have no idea but i am OBSESSED with it. also writing them getting down nasty has been extremely fun, i'm enjoying it a lot

there are more sort of beginnings/potentials for ships that haven't been explored yet which i haven't included here, but i'm truly excited to see where each and every one of them goes!!!

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

yes absolutely hahaha — at least communicating ooc about it is necessary! i'm much more comfortable shipping with partners i mesh well with as a mun and have an easy time talking to.

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

LOOK I. LISTEN. LISTEN... IM FERAL FOR SHIPS. FERAL. even though seph is picky about them — and i promise it's not personal if it doesnt work, it truly is just her dumb creature ass being unable to normal.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

N/A for this blog, but as a fun trivia fact, i'm deep in satosugu hell rn

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

it's all vibes babey. we just start writing their non-romantic dynamic buildup, and if it clicks (or even if u just think ur character would have a crush!) we talk about it ooc and plot some more, then plot some more and before u know it, the angst hammer looms over ur head

Tagged by: @bearratic (thank youuuu!!)

Tagging: (points) do it

[cowardlybean]

Hey. The Times They Are A Changin’ by @bandtrees and @tigsbitties amiright (muffled face down on the floor)

more (some unsettling things) beneath the cut :3

(Image 3 is my favorite sequence from an animation for TTTAAAC I’ve been working on, so here it is just in case I never finish </3, image 4 is me thinking about Mob’s house. If. That makes sense.)

OH MAN. OH MAN OH MAN. this fic has altered my brain chemistry in a way that has doctors baffled and leaves tragedy in its wake!!!!!!!!! Absolutely a masterpiece I’ve reread it 3 times now and every time I notice a new detail, there’s just SO MUCH CARE put into it. I think I could write an essay about every page of this fic LMAO it honestly blows me away, huge kudos to everyone who was a part of the project!!!!

Especially the multimedia aspects, they were so much fun to find and in some cases decode (Scared the SHIT outta myself with Breathe I think it’s one of my favorites). the youtube videos were so cool as well

Realizing a third of the way in that things will never get better was such a gut wrenching experience, and by the time I realized just how deep the hole Mob dug himself into was it was absolutely too late for anything to happen (the end of act 1 was horrific in the most amazing way. So many things stuck with me: the state Reigen was left in compared to how he was, Ritsu’s “surgery”, Dimple losing his best friend, Shou’s report to the police, Minori’s conversation (if you can call it that) with Mob?? Bone. Chilling.

One of the parts that has been sitting in my gut is Reigen’s fall, where he starts to ramble through fragments of old times. I genuinely thought he was calling out to Mob until just as the same time Mob did I recognized the words and it hit me like a HAMMER. I don’t know how to put it into words but Reigen rambling on like a broken record tore me apart, and then it gets WORSE. I only realized on my second read that the intro of the fic. (Correct me if I’m wrong) IS REIGENS PERSPECTIVE OF MOB SEVERING HIS TENDONS???? Holy fuck. Holy FUCK. The vague semblance of consciousness written there is so deeply unsettling I’m absolutely OBSESSED with it. ESPECIALLY THE FACT THAT EVEN IN THAT STATE HE STILL WANTS MOB TO BE HAPPY (the cheer ^^ mob bit) and idk if I’m interpreting right (this is gonna be so embarrassing if I’m not) but him recognizing the filthy jacket as well. Taking me OUT. AND. AND THE FACT REIGEN NEVER SPEAKS AGAIN AFTER THAT?????? (I could be wrong oops)

The mental states of every character in the fic are written so chillingly well. I can understand how Mob spirals, the anger and grief Tome feels, Shou's spite and anger, Teruki's conflict, Dimple's loss of his best friend, Serizawa's waning optimism, I can't name every character in this fic but they are ALL characterized so well. There's no needless conflict that make them OOC, there's a reason behind every little tragedy building upon themselves and creating a giant disaster that deeply affects the entire cast. Not to mention how its not just the loss of Reigen and Ritsu, but the loss of Mob too. If they were to have died on impact, its unsettling to think that things may have turned out better than this.

There’s a lot of things I wanna say that would basically be restating the fic (dimple losing his best friend, teru shaving, and the irony of ritsu’s powers being taken away by mob) so instead of writing 20 more paragraphs I’ll ask some questions I’ve been mulling over (ofc yall don’t have to answer if it’s revealing too much or smth)

Does Mob actually end up getting investigated or arrested? The formatting of the social media posts and texts makes them seem as if they're evidence and so does the ongoing "interview?" with Shou throughout the fic

In the party, is Reigen saying he doesn't like citrus a reference to the lemon sour :eyes:

I'm probably missing something but im curious about the metaphor around Reigen and a stray cat (hair clinging to Mob's clothes, comparing him to a stray cat finding a place to die, comparing him to a cat outside Serizawa's door)

If I'm not wrong and the "glitchy" sections at the beginning and end of the fic are Reigen and Ritsu's povs respectively, is their mind constantly like that or is it just in the specific circumstances where they have a small burst of consciousness?

last (thats a lie im definitely drawing more fanart in the future) but not least, some notes from when I was re-reading

[jjtheclown555]

keep in mind this is based on my practices and im using practices that many pagan, wiccan, and spiritual people do!! also ik goo is ooc at the end, im sorry but its 4am and i want soft love rn so thats what im writing😭also yes its low quality, i only spent like an hour and a half actually working on it...anyways off to bed i go bc i have an exam tmrw at 9:30am so idk why im still awake, god help me and tell my to stop typing

Goo with a spiritual girl

One of the first times you met Goo he asked about your necklace. The blue circular eye hanging off the black string. He said he had seen them before and questioned it.

"It's an evil eye, for spiritual protection." You explain. He only looks more confused though.

He hums and asks how it protects anything. "If someone comes to attack you, how does a necklace protect you?" He asks.

You chuckle, "Like I said, it's for spiritual protection." You elaborate on your original point, clarifying. "Let's say someone is jealous of you-"

"Who wouldn't be jealous of me?" He interrupts, his grin widening as you let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Hush," you say. "All the people that are most definitely jealous of you send you negative energy. The evil eye returns a look, sending that energy back to them so it can't affect your life." You continue, "Many people in turn believe that when your evil eye is lost or breaks, it means that it's done its service in protecting you, but it has absorbed too much negativity and you need to replace it to regain your protection."

He listens carefully as you explain all the ins and outs of its purpose, both in your beliefs and the beliefs of others. Goo doesn't understand much of your rambles, but it's nice to see you blather on.

His next questions happened when you had been dating awhile and moved in with him. As he watched you litter his penthouse with incense holders, crystals, and plants, he got curious again.

"Is this all for spiritual protection too?" He asks, his tone mocking on the words 'spiritual protection.' You just roll your eyes and ignore him. "C'mon, tell me!" He pleads, holding your hands between his with an exaggerated pleading face.

All you can do is sigh and explain the purpose of each thing. You tell him that each crystal has a different metaphysical effect—which he cuts off, asking if he could sell some for a pretty penny—and each type of incense can have different benefits as well.

"And the plants?" He tilts his head. "Are those spiritual or do you just like plants?"

"Both." You say, potting a fern. "I like plants but I also like having pieces of nature around me all the time."

He kisses the top of your head and holds your waist from behind. "That is adorable, princess." He sways you from side to side, asking to hear more just to watch your excited rambling (and maybe gain a little more ammo to tease you with later.)

Goo sneaks up on you while you shuffle your cards, surprising you with a soft kiss against your collar. You drop the cards, watching them scatter across the coffee table.

"Whoops!" He says, watching you pick them up. "I would help but I don't need another, 'Don't touch my witchy shit,' lecture."

You look back at him as you even out your cards. "Be respectful," you start. "And that's just my crystals and such because even unintentionally they will absorb any negativity." You place the cards onto the table with care. "What can I do for you, Goo?"

He sits next to you on the couch, eyes sparkling so much they could blind you. "I want you to give me a reading!" He says. It's less of a request and more of a command, something you hardly have time for.

You ruffle his hair affectionately to contradict you words. "I thought it was, 'witchy shit,' was it not?" He halfheartedly apologizes—not that any sense of regret was really in it. While teasing, you do enjoy seeing him take an interest in your practices. "What is your question, hun?"

He thinks, "Can I have two?" You nod. "The first one is, how will my financials be in the future? Will I be rolling in an even bigger pile of cash? I know the answer, but some confirmation would be nice."

You do the reading and it proves his point, each card describing a more luscious life than the last. So, you ask for his next question, the teensiest bit disappointed that you couldn't put him in his place just for a moment.

"What will our relationship be like a year from now?"

You look up a little shocked. It's not that you didn't know Goo loved you. It was a fact difficult to miss. But seeing him question it through your beliefs, through what matters to you instead of turning the reading into a joke, it made you soft.

You smiles a bit and reshuffle the cards, knocking on the deck three times before shuffling again and waiting as cards drop.

The first is the two of cups. The lord of love. He notices it written on the bottom and his manic smiles turns softer, seeing a small piece of happiness. Then the wheel of fortune. Lord of the forces of life. He presumes it's positive since it's upright, he's seen you do this enough times to know upright cards tended to be a good thing. The final card to appear is the lovers. He doesn't need to look at the bottom to know what that means.

You go on your spiel. Goo doesn't believe in this stuff. He doesn't think cards can tell the future. He doesn't think crystals can protect you, heal you, or attract good things. He doesn't think incense protects your home. But this. This he believes in.

He listens intently as you talk about the close bond you'll have thanks to the two of cups. He wonders what changes will come in the year from the wheel of fortune. And he believes each word about the intense spiritual bond you'll have from the lovers.

When you finish your explanation, he holds on tightly to you, not a worry in the world as he takes a moment to understand why you believe in this. He may not, but he can still see the beauty in your beliefs.

It's the moment he finally understands you. Where his teasing and joking becomes less genuine.

When he finds beauty in your view of love.

You lie back in bed, taking deep breaths in and out, focusing solely on calming each bone in your body. You reach your peace, continuing to focus and reach deeper into your mind when something large bounces on the bed, startling you out of your calmed state. Turning to look, you see Goo, smiling as per usual at your grumpy face and enjoying the way your lips form a pout at him.

He pulls you towards him, "You meditate every night and I just wanna cuddle and sleep!" He groans. You can feel the water on his bare chest from his shower just moments before. You shove him away and sit up, closing your eyes and attempting to regain your meditative state but he pulls you back. "It's late, princess! Let's sleep!"

When your head hits the pillow and you feel his arms envelope you completely, you almost instantly feel your eyes begin to get drowsy. "Fine." You mumble at him, easy into a more comfortable position. "But you're meditating with me tomorrow."

He promises he will, drifting into dreamworld without much thought and you already know he won't make due on his promise. Not that you care. Him holding you is soothing enough to make up for a lifetime of missed meditations.

It's finally that time of year. The eve of the summer solstice. You ask him if he wants to stay up with you and he agrees so you drag him to the nearest beach to sit together and watch the sunrise. You had packed everything you would need to stay out all night.

The day speeds by when you are both together. He watches you lay out offerings and enjoys the food you had spent all day making the day prior.

You both talk the whole day through. Some of it is jokes from Goo with heartwarming laughter that you return, some is discussion of what the solstice is and what it means and why you celebrate it, but most of it is meaningless banter that seems to come most often when it's just you both in each others presence.

By the end of the day though, you are completely exhausted as you lay in the sand of the beach once more. Goo doesn't allow it though. "You said this was the best part of the day, so up! I'll light the fire, c'mon, Y/N!" He takes the matchbox and lights the bonfire. Pocketing it, he reaches his hands out as you come closer so he can pull you in and begin dancing together.

"This is nice..." You say while he twirls you around. He agrees, keeping you on your feet until the sun has fully set behind you, pink and orange hues disappearing as darkness falls over you both.

Goo leans in for a kiss. It's different than most. It's soft, gentle even. He doesn't say much after, presumably tired out from the day you spent out with no sleep whatsoever. Only a few words come out while he drapes his arm over your shoulder and walks with you back to the car. "We can do this next year too." He says before his signature grin pulls his cheeks up—more genuine than most of his smiles—and a chuckle escapes him. "The cards said so."

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

!HOW PRO!IZUKU REACTS TO YOU BEING HIS SECRET ADMIRER!

izuku midoriya x gn!reader

word count// 1k

notes// idk man i just b writing… anyways confident izuku 😵‍💫😵‍💫 maybe borderline ooc izuku? regardless i hope it’s not too bad …

In all honesty, the love letters made Izuku nervous, and he's not sure if it's a good nervousness or not. Izuku was always the observant one, writing things about people—their quirks but still writing about them—so for the tables to turn and to have someone observe him and write about him left him fuzzy, not to mention the fact that whoever it was was writing about how much they liked him, admired him, and might’ve even loved him. Part of him believes that it’s probably just a crazed fan; that wouldn’t be too far-fetched considering he’s the number one hero, but something deep within him is telling him it has to be someone he knows, and it's probably because there’s no way for a fan to get into his office and leave these little letters when hes not there. 

It's been a few months at this point, and Izuku is frustrated. He’s the number one hero; solving mysteries is literally his job, and yet he still can't figure out the simple little mystery of who’s leaving these love letters for him. He decides he’s just going to give up on it, at least for tonight, which is why he finds himself waiting for you, his hero partner and best friend, in your office so that the two of you could go out for drinks. Izuku’s gaze falls on your desk; he picks up things at random to entertain himself as he waits for you to get off patrol. Among the clutter on your desk, his gaze is drawn to a pad of sticky notes—notes that look suspiciously like the ones on which his love letters are written.

He knows he shouldn’t snoop, but it’s in his blood to be curious. He finds himself holding his breath as he picks up the sticky notes and flips through them. The first few notes are blank, but then he hits the jackpot: notes upon notes confessing your love for him, and Izuku feels his heart swell. He bites back a smile; he can't say he's never thought about you in that way; in fact, he's thought about you quite frequently. though his moment of happiness is quickly ruined when he hears your foot steps approaching. He quickly shoves the notepad into his back pocket and tries to contain himself, even when it feels like every nerve in his body is on fire.

You walk in, surprised to see him there. “hey! I thought I was gonna meet you in your office?”

Izuku shrugs, a warm smile plastered onto his face. “Ah, I just got here actually; I was bored of waiting so I came to see if maybe you were here already.”

You return the smile. “well im here now. you ready to go?”

Izuku so badly wants to just wrap you up in his arms and kiss all over your face, but he doesn't. Instead, he nods, and then the two of you were on your way. 

Come the next day, you were already in a slight mood from being hungover. You don't mean to get so drunk whenever you and Izuku go out, but you do every time because every time you think that maybe tonight will be the night you get yourself drunk enough to confess, but just like every other night, it doesn’t work. So you rely on your little letters to get your feelings through to him, even if anonymously. So just like every other time you're hung over, you go to reach for your notepad, but it's not there. You feel your heart drop into your stomach, but you try to calm yourself down. Your desk is messy, and it's probably just hiding under some papers somewhere. So here you are at ten in the morning, practically tearing apart your desk just to find a stupid notepad with your stupid feelings written on it.

Izuku walks into your office to find you in a state of panic, and he goes wide-eyed at first, scared that something bad might have happened, but then it hits him. You’re looking for the notepad, and something inside him awakens. You’ve kept this from him for so long that it’s only fair that he gets to tease you, right?

Izuku clears his throat and feigns concern. “Hey, are you okay? what happened?”

Your head snaps up to look at him, your chest rising and falling quickly. “h-hey. im fine! just lost something…”

Izuku walks towards your desk as if he plans on helping you look for whatever you lost. “Oh, what’d you lose? maybe I could help you find it!”

“No!” you shriek, and Izuku has to use everything inside him not to laugh. 

Izuku pouts, “Why not?”

You nervously pat yourself down before clearing your throat and sitting back down in your seat. “It’s not important,” you reply meekly.

Izuku genuinely frowns this time as he speaks softly, “Your feelings for me aren't important?”

You look at him wide-eyed; surely, you must've heard him wrong, right? You laugh nervously. “w-what?”

You watch how Izuku reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the very thing you were panicking over, your stupid sticky notes with your stupid feelings, and you wish for nothing more than the ground to swallow you whole. 

Izuku places it on your desk in front of you. “That’s what you were looking for, right?” he asks with a small smile and a tilt of his head. 

"When did you—when did you find—?" You’re stumbling over your words, and it feels like you’re gonna throw up. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks as he makes his way behind your desk. 

You swallow hard as you look up at him now standing in front of you."I didn't think-- I mean, you probably have a long line of people swooning over you, so I--"

Izuku leans in, his face dangerously close to yours, and caresses your cheek with his hand. “What makes you think I'd seriously want anyone but you?”

© LITTLEXBIMBO

[yifftwiceplz]

big d striders big blowup barbeque

what: food fireworks beer and socializing byow where: my backyard when: all day july 4th but i dont get up til 10am who: you why: free food and explosions

im bad at writing these but its what it says on the tin im gonna grill and blow things up if youre interested let me know

you dont have to bring anything but youre welcome to

the pool and hot tub are open for use but like dont be a fucking dickhead in there use your brain dont just dump trash or food or drinks in there

i have to deal with the hoa so try not to get into any fights or screaming matches i will straight up send you home dont care

ooc info: totally assumed interaction, ask dave IC for an invite if you dont get one / your character isnt a +1

their backyard is pretty big / private with a pool, patio, fire pit, etc. there will be your average bbq options + chips and snacks, as well as ice coolers filled with soda and drinkies therell be music outside and some kind of TV / gaming inside

theres only a couple of guest rooms so around 11pm karkats gonna start glaring at everyone menacingly

dave: grilling with a beer in one hand and a joint hanging off his lips. tank top, basketball shorts, sandals. he's overall in good spirits / not too shy since it's home turf. if you irritate him he will get you with the tongs

karkat: doing food prep and making sides inside, making lemonade and tea, etc. hes as sociable as karkat gets

dirk: helping set up fireworks, otherwise he's attached to biojohn at the hip, but still sociable enough

bstri: in charge of fireworks / gonna be the one lighting them off. cigarette in his mouth the entire time he's working on them. waves off criticism. doesn't go out of his way to socialize, but doesn't avoid anyone either. mostly talks to dave and rose

rose: either floating around tiredly, or resting in a particularly comfy outside chair. pretty much all pillows available are forfeit to her. as it goes on she moves to the couch and then to a guest room very sociable but gets tired easy it's not uncommon to see her hanging off roxy/dirk/dave/kanaya for support as she gets tired out

kanaya: if you're a troll you get the autism interest stare like "talk to me. no i wont initiate" shes very awkward and shy but shes very funny unintentionally

roxy: VERY boisterous and social. she will say hi. she will talk to you she will ask you a billion questions until you're a little overwhelmed

jake: jake. he will get plastered and make an idiot of himself (affectionate)

jane: jane. glaring holes through sefoni, socializes mainly with jake and dirk and roxy

john: absent

jade: mostly socializing with dave karkat and jake, HIGHLY embarrassed by jake's antics. probably also glaring holes into sefoni

terezi: absent

ult dirk: wouldn't you like to know weather boy.

uhhhh idk if i need a #tag for it or anything we'll see how everyone feels closer to time

[zeltqz]

niyaaaa do u have any tips for people who wanna get into fic writing? 👀

i don’t really get how the whole posting format for fics works on here tbh 😭 and like your info area it’s so cool

YEAH OFC!! btw dm me your username so i can follow and support you <3

tip 1- the posting format isnt that hard to get used to actually its just you create a tumblr text post and then copy and paste your fic onto it, add the tags and stuff then post it. if you want to add banners, headers and stuff to make it look better then go ahead, just add images to the text post

tip 2- the info area is the same as above, just add pictures of your choice etc to the text post, add your information, name, age, fav things etc and then to link posts to your post, highlight where u want the link to go, then copy the link of the post u want linked then press the hyperlink that looks like two chains linked together when you highlight the text if that makes sense? sounds like a lot but its rlly not i promise haha

tip 3- always type your fics on other apps like word or google docs since they have an auto save feature!! i dont reccomend typing your fics on tumblr since one if the app crashes, it doesn't automatically save your work so everything you wrote will get deleted (some versions of tumblr do have autosave, my laptop has it but my phone and iPad doesn't, so i dont rely on it)

tip 4- idk if you want tips on actual fic writing or just how to get your fics onto tumblr but ill help you with that anyway. with me when i write fics i always imagine it out in my head. theres some of my fics where i just went with the flow and wrote wgatever came to mind and those are the fics i hate the most because they dont rlly make sense to me. theyre always so random and it just seems rushed and bad.

i picture my fics like a scene in my head and whatever i want the character to do, think, say or feel i write that shit down asap. i use other online sources to help get more descriptive like the emotion theasurus <- honestly one of my favourite things to use ever, they have so much body language to use for every emotion in the damn book

dialogue is also something i find difficult. i've improved i personally feel like but its still hard for me especially if im writing a new character. i never want to make the character seem OOC so i do lots of research before hand. i normally use the wiki to read up on a characters personality.

for example i'll use ran for this since he's like 99% of my account lmao. in the wiki, he's described as "naturally whimsical toward others which makes him inscrutable" though ran doesnt have many scenes in the manga (which i hate bc i love him sm) its impossible to actually write him down to a tee so i use that naturally whimsical description to make him playful, charismatic, carefree etc, going off what little information i have with him.

getting a characters personality down is what can make or break a dialogue. for me when im reading a fic of a character and their dialogue is so OOC it puts me off and i dont even wanna read. so i apply my same fic icks to myself and think if I don't like seeing this and that in a fic, why would I incorporate those in my fics and have ppl get put off it if they have the same fic icks as me?

hope that makes sense!!

tip 5- dont rush yourself at all. i used to rush a few of my fics and i just ended up hating it so much after and fought bck the urge to delete them so many times but then i'd see people's comments and realise i was being too harsh on myself. i'd keep them up but i'd just hate seeing them get attention.

rushing only makes you hate your work and the quality of your work will decline if you are not in the right headspace.

thats also why i have the don't rush me thing in my rules because not only is it annoying to see people constantly asking for updates, it also makes me mad because i know i'll just put out a piece of garbage if i did rush.

also another tip don't give yourself deadlines!! if you know your writing consistency can be a little sloppy, don't tell your followers that you're going to upload every so and so day. if something happens and you miss the deadline, you'll feel bad and rush something out and most times out of ten, a rushed fic doesn't do well. so take your time and don't rush.

tip 6- dont listen to what other people say or feel obligated to write something you don't wanna. establish your boundaries!! for example, from day one i started this blog i said im accepting requests but i will not write anything to do with non-con, incest or minors. i made sure that was out there so i wouldn't feel uncomforable writing anything i wasn't comfy with.

there are people on this app that may like your writing and request you to write something for them. you are not obligated to write anything for anyone! don't feel like you have to just because they asked nicely.

if you want to accept requests you can im not saying you shouldn't, im saying don't feel like you have to. you always have a choice. its your blog.

tip 7- remember this isn't a job. you're allowed to take breaks, allowed to have a personal life. don't feel like you need to be updating every day. i used to think i was obligated to be uploading consistently at least every week because i was obsesssed with engagement and seeing peoples comments and was scared if i took a break ppl will unfollow. now i honestly don't care. i'm not active as much as i used to because of school and that's fine! if ppl want to leave, let them. don't feel like you're forced to keep being active in order to keep your follower count stable.

tip 8- this app can get really toxic sometimes. luckily enough i've only had one toxic anon in my inbox and i've been on this app for a year. some people have so many, some ppl get harrassed etc. if that happens to you just be prepared since there's no actual way to find out who's behind anons. you can turn off your anon options which means if ppl want to inbox you something then their account will be showing. some people arent comfortable with that and that's fine! i keep mine on because i want people to feel comfortable on my page.

just remember though if you ever feel like this app is getting overwhelming take breaks! for the sake of your mental health take breaks. i know so many writers on here that took breaks and came back healthier and stronger.

i feel like this tip goes for social media in general. as much as i love social media im aware how unhealthy it is. breaks are so important for you. remember that.

i can't think of anymore tips right now but if i have some more i will edit the post and add it on.

if u have anymore questions about the tumblr posting format dm me and ill help you out :))

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OOC | Cillian & Brigit

so!!!! cillian!!!! has!!!! feelings!!! for!!! brigit!!!! and unfortunately he is cruising to make it EVERYONE'S problem smdh hahaha ok so i feel like he's lowkey the laurie to their march girls and if we follow that analogy, brigit is DEF his jo, like, i feel like he grew up w them but it was always a lil different w brigit bc he was always a little bit in love w her, even before he really knew what that meant yknow like she's always just had this special place in his heart but then!!!!!!! she turned him down!!!!!!! w a laugh!!!!!

i deffff think that shut him down hardddddd and, like, he probs tried to play it off like 'hahaha yeah what a ridiculous idea omg imma laugh' but then he was like 'sick for a week' and couldn't come to work bc he was too busy staring into a frozen lake and writing tragic poetry while all his dreams of his future shattered around her (he was def v dramatic abt this to his poor bro idk what to tell you lkajsdlkfjdsjf) tbh, i think he always knew it was doomed bc she was a lady and he was a servant and, like, he was ok w that...(and still lowkey held on to hope bc she was never super conventional and her dad just wanted her to be happy etc etc etc and i think he bounced between whether he thought it was mutual too all the time etc) but then to learn that it wasn't even that standing in their way, it was the thing he had loved most (her laughter) between them just really...wasn't a fun time

once he 'recovered from his illness' he def tried to pretend it was nothing by being in particularly good spirits (supposedly) when she was around, and generally tryna play it cool, but i think he ~does hold her a touch more at arms length emotionally than he ever did before bc he doesn't wanna get hurt again, but he also can't resist being around her bc he still has feelings and, even if he didn't, she'd still be his bff and he will always love her etc and it's just...extremely complicated

anyway, idk how long ago the not!breakup happened? but that would def play a role in ~where he is now~ in this emotional journey, but i can say i do think that cassandra has made it at once better AND worse????? bc, like, its really nice to feel wanted after being rejected etc and he genuinely enjoys her company!!! but then he gets back from that and he kinda feels like a jerk bc he's lying to her and using her to help destroy her fam which is obv not a great (boy)friend move lakjdsfkjldsf but also like there's brigit right there and what is he doing messing around when the person he's always loved is right there and maybe he can still convince her they belong together, and, like, he just feels like hes cruising to get EVERYONE hurt and yeah its a M E S S and i feel like the result is that he just acts kinda...strange, like kinda running hot and cold and its all v emotionally confusing for everyone probably alksdjfkljdsjkf id say im sorry in advance but i know you're not even a little bit surprised me and my characters are out here causing chaos hahahaha

[chiffaust]

HELLO!!! I LOVE UR LEO FIC SO MUCH. BUT ANWAYS! Can i req a Natsume x fem!reader that came home from work and is having a rrly bad day breakdown infront of him as he comfort and takes care of s/o and then cuddle the s/o to sleep? HEHEHEHEHHE THANK YOU AND HAVE AN AMAZING DAY!!! ☆

-🐌non (if u don't mind me being snail non!)

୨ৎ ۪ ࣪ BAD FORTUNE FOR TODAY? . . . S. NATSUME

〝 𓈈  𓈒  SYPNOSIS  𝄒  You had a terrible day today, he notices.

〝 𓈒  CONTENT  𝄒 hurt/comfort, ooc natsume(??), reader and natsume living in an apartment together, their age is not specified, reader's gender/pronouns not specified.

( n ) — note what a coincidence! i was also writing a natsume fanfic before i saw this request so expect to see me posting the other sooner or later ✧(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ and yes you can be snail anon its very cutee!!

natusme might be ooc im sorry idk how to wirite him acrually😭

It's nice to know that he is finally the first one to come home today.

He oftentimes comes home late due to some idol works and it always bothers him how you'd always have to wait for him longer than you should; it makes him feel guilty, really.

And to see that he has the apartment for himself, for now makes him quite relieved. But he does wonder where or what are you doing right now. Are you still at work? Are you on your way home? He hope it's the latter, but whatever, he'll wait. Just like how you'd always do for him.

And today, he bought you some takeouts of your favorite foods too!

As he sets the dinner on the table, he heard keys tingling from afar. Oh? You came sooner than he thought.

He heard the door being opened, but he didn't turn to look at you. "WelcoME home, koneko-chAN. I bought you your favorites fOR dinnER tonight." He welcomed your presence, yet he was still focusing on the dinner he had bought.

You were quiet, too quiet to be in fact. He remembers the last time he came home early; you literally tackled him into a hug. He was sure that today wouldn't be so different, so your quietness did rise suspicion in him.

He finally then turns around to look at you, shocked to see you to wear such a dejected expression. You don't look too good either in terms of physical appearance.

"WelcoME... Home...?" He repeated, tilting his head as the smile on his face turned into a frown when he sees you in such a discomposed state in appearance.

"Right. Uhm, thanks, Natsume. I really appreciate it." Your voice was stiff as you spoke all while taking off your shoes before walking into the apartment, giving him a peck on the cheek as per usual.

He would usually love your kisses, but today he knows something bothering you. He could pinpoint that it's due to work stress, but he doesn't know how to bring it up without fouling your mood further.

You smiled slightly as you see your favorite food on the table. "My favorite, huh? That's nice."

He coughed to his fist, clearing his throat as he smiles at you. "RigHT. ShaLL we eaT nOW?"

Dinner is quite awkward (for him). He should—he wants to ask you whether you're fine or not like a good boyfriend he is, but he doesn't want you to suddenly get mad at him or something.

So he just looks at you, his brows furrowed as countless of scenarios overlaps his head. Well, it can't be that bad, right?

"Natsume, you're staring."

"Sorry, I was tOO mesmerizED by your beauTY to the poiNT wheRE I couldn't look awAY."

"... Natsume." You looked at him dead in the eyes. He maintains eye contact for a while before signing, finally giving up.

"Koneko-chan, arE you okAY?" His question was your breaking point. You've tried your best to not just burst out into tears, but of course he has to ask that. Natsume, that fucking bastard. Before you knew it, tears were already falling down your face.

And those tears were the only thing he needs to see in order to know whether it was great or not.

"S-shit. Sorry, I-I... Just..." You covered your face with your hands, desperately trying to wipe the tears off your face.

"It's alrigHT, would you liKE to talk to me aboUT it?" He asks, getting up from his seat to go right next to you.

He kneels on one knee on the ground, placing his hands on yours as he looks at you in the eyes, smiling gently at you; reassuring you that you aren't bothering him at all.

"I-it's..." You trailed off, tears falling down your face more.

You told him all about it, the things that bothered you at work, those annoying assholes who won't shut up; all of it, and he listens earnestly, hugging you gently if he ever sees you looking like you're going to cry once again.

Once you feel better, he'll give you a peck on the lips. "And isn't thAT bettER now you've gottEN all of it oUT of your systEM?" He asks, smiling happily.

"Yeah, thanks, Natsume..."

"No problem, Koneko-chan. I'm happy to heLP you." He said before kissing you on the lips once again.

"I love you." He muttered.

"I love you too." You muttered back, chuckling slightly as you mess with his hair. Oh, how you love him so much. 

[minarcana]

RP trope tierlist

logging in from being AWOL due to The Inherent Stress Of Being Alive in order to post a dash meme that doesnt require thought

tagged by : @marionmaverick tagging : @aetheryic and anyone else whos online and happens to see this

ponderings on tropes behind cut and fel free to DM me if theres any of this bullshit u wanna write with me [audible winking noise]

ok hear me out. college aus are S tier and high school aus are D tier because as an adult i refuse to be invested in the goings-on of high schools and also the high school au offers fundamentally less options for insanity. college aus are here for me to make jokes in because anything in a college setting can happen. colleges are weird. this applies to both teachers and students. all the drama of ur school au with the added bonus of plots like "i have to hunt a professor for sport like some kind of CIA sting operation because he doesnt respond to emails and isnt in his office hours so come help me corner this guy". that, inherently, rules much more than "i still live with my parents because im 17". this is an unskippable monologue.

sharing a bed/fake relationships are all excuses for me to write incredible yearning, which i love and is my strength.

all folklore/historical/royal/magic/crossover aus rule. also i am a historian with a focus on literature/folklore/religion so obviously im Into It

we dont talk about my deep and abiding love for omegaverse unless ur also into omegaverse. i have a sprawling universe for all my muses in my brain. please dont judge me.

sex pollen is superior to fuck or die as a trope. i hold this true and sincere to my heart because of the specific kinks which i have. this is my skippable monologue cutscene in which i expound the delicate differences between the two. [REDACTED FOR LENGTH]

amnesia/death bore me generally. dark is fine so long as its not simply pure angst with no redemption. i enjoy angst but not pointless torment. yknow? miscommunication also bores me because its too easily solved and becomes unrelatable at a certain point of extension

crackfic and humor are different things, crack to me requires ooc. only chumps require breaking character to make jokes. skill issue.

i dont even know how id write a time loop thread bc 1. idk how itd work in general 2. every time i hear time loop i think of the fate/hollow ataraxia doujin that makes me laugh perpetually where archer gets stuck in a timeloop where the resest point is him getting boned. would be incapable of writing a time loop seriously bc id just be like "yeah but when can i make it reset so when the character wakes up theyre getting fucked like DAMNIT CAN I AT LEAST WAKE UP DURING THE FOREPLAY SO IM NOT SURPRISED BY IT bc thats my sense of humor"

now you too much about me as a person i guess but its been so long since i wrote i have to vomit thoughts apparently.

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The Viper (Part 9)

Jaskier x gn!reader

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Part Twelve

Real men change their plotlines in the middle of writing chapters and then struggle to figure out how tf it's all gonna work out. I'm real men

Warnings: swearing, light angst, "there's only one bed" trope kinda, romantic tension?? Idk im aroace 💀, possibly ooc Jaskier

Word Count: 2286

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"What do you do during the winter?"

Jaskier's fingers toyed with the strings of his lute, on the edge of the next notes of his song. It seemed he was struck by the sudden question, ripped from the trance he fell into any time he played his lute, all other functions shutting down as he processed the question.

"In Oxenfurt, I mean," you clarified. Across from him, you busied yourself with repairing tears in your armor. Although you had no official contracts, you still found plenty of troublesome monsters along the path. "Do you have a house there, or something?"

The bard shook his head at the mere idea of a house in the busy city. "Not as such, no." Soft notes played in the air as he just barely strummed his beloved instrument. His eyes seemed to glaze over as he thought about Oxenfurt - of the cobbled roads and brick buildings. Bards around every corner; barkers at stalls trying to entice the folk into buying their wares. "The university there usually asks me to teach. I lecture for the newest generation of artists, and they allow me a dorm to stay in until the semester is over."

"Professor Jaskier?"

He chuckles. "No, Professor Pankratz."

"Pankratz?"

"Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove," he introduced himself. His hand left his lute in favor of producing a mock bow, resting on his chest as he bent down. "At your service."

Your lips quirked up at the playful action. "How does a Viscount become a traveling bard?"

He waved the question away, playing a few notes. "It's a long story and really not worth getting into."

"Must be bad if you of all people don't want to tell it," you teased. He simply tilted his head from one side to the other, agreeing with the statement with a half-formed grimace.

Changing the subject, Jaskier's blue eyes focused in on you. "What about you? What do you do in the winter?" As if realizing something, his brow furrowed with confusion. "You don't have a Keep to go back to..."

You shook your head, bittersweet emotions taking over your features. "I find it much easier to keep working during the season," you admitted. "Some monsters enjoy the cold weather. While other Witchers rest, I have ample opportunity to earn some more coin."

"Don't you get tired, though?" Your hands paused their stitching, thread half-pulled through the leather as you stared at him in befuddlement. "All the others have a season to heal, but you keep going all year round. When do you rest?"

Those blue eyes bored into your soul, searching for an answer. Why didn't you rest?

It was easy to say because you had nowhere to go. Witchers were protective of their Keeps. It would be unlikely for a Wolf to let a Viper within their walls, due to the natural distrust that stemmed from the separation of schools to begin with. Different ideals, different teachings; the conflicting views of a Witcher that killed monsters and humans within the home of Witchers who only hunted monsters would only make for a poor winter.

Or perhaps you didn't rest because it was easy to forget what going against monsters was like when you trained against wooden dummies. Staying active during the winter kept you trained and ready for the warmer months. The practice on icy, soft terrain helped to prepare you for thawed ground and solid dirt.

And the cain! During the warmer months, what few remaining Witchers left were competing for contracts, fighting to get the better ones first. But once the cold seasons came around, they all went away, leaving plenty of contracts unattended to. It was all too easy to bounce from town to town, killing monsters, humans, and non-humans, and filling your purse with Crowns along the way.

But, deep down, you knew the real reason. It was true, you had no home. Crossing the border to Nilfgaard just to go to a destroyed school was too risky, and too foolish. And every moment you were not breaking your back, laboring to survive, that thought was all too loud in your mind. You could picture the Wolves in their keep, around hot fires, discussing their best contracts - and their worst. The brotherly camaraderie as they trained against one another and broke bread together. And it tore you apart.

You recalled when you had a home. When you had siblings to train with and tease like a family. When you huddled around fires and ate hot stews, and chucked stale bread at the heads of the others when they made a terrible joke. And every time, you remembered they were dead.

You produced a weak grin, something to ease the concern in Jaskier’s brow. “At times like this,” you said. “Fixing armor, brewing potions…” You looked into the fire. Flickers of memories were held in the burning embers, reflected in your animalistic eyes. When you looked back at the bard, he could still see the distant memories held in your irises. “This is all the rest I need, honest.”

-

The rain finally caught up to you on the second day of your journey. It would have been fine, if the drops were not as large and heavy as they were. Sheets of precipitation drenched you and your faithful bard in seconds. The water and chilly air made for a dastardly combo, resulting in frozen fingers, chattering teeth, and more things for Jaskier to complain about.

Already, after the struggle that was packing up camp, you had heard him complain about water in his boots, wet socks, how hard it was to keep his lute dry, and a further multitude of endless things that did not seem to be going well for the bard. The best antidote for an overly aggravated bard, however, was quite simple, all things considered. All one needed to do was shift the conversation so he would talk about himself.

“So,” you interrupted another complaint, nearly shouting over the endless barrage of rain, “how did you get the name ‘Jaskier?’”

“Ah!” His steps squelched in the muddy dirt road as he caught up to walk right alongside you, albeit on the opposite side of Bayard. He peered at you from under a woolen hood that nearly hid his bright eyes. You could just make out wet strands of brown hair matted to his forehead. “An excellent question! As it so happens, Jaskier means ‘buttercup!’ Like the flower. Little yellow- you know.”

You nodded.

“I figured, most bards have stage names they go by. If I was going to become a traveling troubadour,” he made a wide gesture, as if to represent his travels all over the Continent, “it only made sense to change my name.”

“But why buttercup?”

“Hm?”

“You’re such a romantic, why not something to do with roses or, I don’t know, something that’s not poisonous?”

He scoffed, catching your eye overtop Bayard’s bowed head to ensure you were witness to his incredulous look. “A rose? As a symbol of romance it’s far overplayed.”

Of course, likening Jaskier to a mere rose would ruffle his feathers. “Okay, fine then. A dandelion.”

If anything, that only set him off further.

“A dandelion?!”

“Yes! Buttercups are hard to find; they only grow in forests in the perfect conditions. You’re a bard - you thrive everywhere! Like a weed.”

His nose scrunched up in a scowl, but it softened as the conversation tapered off. “You may have a point.”

“That is to say…” Jaskier met your eyes again, blue eyes flickering to look at the grin teasing your lips. “I quite like ‘Jaskier.’” You did not see the way his cheeks reddened through the downpour.

-

The rain washed out the forest floor. Trying to start a fire was a futile fight against nature. In an effort to prevent Jaskier getting sick, you built two small shelters out of any woolen fabric you could find. One covered Bayard, who, despite the situation, seemed understanding. He bumped his nose into you several times when you were covering him in blankets and checking his hooves.

The other formed a small tent, just large enough for one person to fit inside comfortably. Despite its size, both you and Jaskier sat underneath the mouth, pressed as close together as possible to preserve what little warmth you had. For the first time in several years, you despised your Witcherness. Your slow heart rate kept your body just warm enough to survive, so you lacked any excess warmth to share. To combat this, you conjured a small Igni flame in your palm. The bard’s cold hands didn’t hesitate to hover over the fire and soak up every ounce of heat it offered.

After a short while, however, the spell drained you of too much energy and the flame flickered and died. You were plunged into darkness once more.

“Sorry.” Your voice bordered on a whisper. Had he not been right next to you, Jaskier was sure he wouldn’t have heard you speaking at all. “I can’t hold signs for very long.”

Torn from your reliance on vision, your other senses were heightened. If you strained to listen over the rain, you could hear two heartbeats surrounding you. One was beating slower, but you could hear the loud slosh of blood circulating through it. That was Bayard’s. The other beat faster, even skipping a beat as a loud boom of thunder cracked the air.

Clothes rustled beside you. Hands, warmer than yours though not by much, found yours in the dark. Nimble, calloused fingers tangled with yours, holding tight, and offering what warmth they could.

“You’re freezing.” The hands rubbed against yours. Friction left brief glimpses of heat behind.

You hummed noncommittally. “Slower heart rate, colder body. I don’t need to be as warm as you to survive.”

“It can’t be comfortable.”

“Comfortable?”

He pulled your hands over to his side, tucking them with his own to rest inside his doublet, just over the thin shirt underneath. You could feel the waves of heat radiating from his body, being sucked up by the weather and lost to the cold.

“What’s comfort got to do with it?” you ask again.

He sighed, a bit dramatically. “Nothing, nothing. Except I’m freezing my balls off and you’re about as warm as a block of ice.”

Despite the teasing in his tone, his words struck a sour cord in you. You pulled your hands from his, away from his warm chest, and cradled them into your own. “I’m sorry,” you spat. “I can only hold a sign for so long before it starts to affect me. It’s not my damn fault the weather is shit, but I’ve done a hell-of-a-lot more than gripe about the rain.”

Water hammered against the makeshift tent. It slapped against the saturated ground, turning it all into a malleable clay that oozed and formed puddles. No other life could be heard through all the noise. The crickets were silent. No birds sang. It was just you and Jaskier and Bayard, stuck out in the cold, wet damp of the world.

“I know,” he breathed. “I’m sorry.”

You tried peering at him from the corner of your eye, but it was so dark. Without a Cat potion, trying to make out any defining features was near impossible. The most you could see was his silhouette. An ill-defined blob that stared out across the “camp” and tugged his thin blanket closer.

“Me too.” You sighed. With no way to see the moon, it was difficult to make out the time, but you could tell it was late. Your muscles ached. The whole world felt heavier. “You should get some sleep.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll keep watch.”

You could feel his eyes on you, searching in the dark for something. You wished you could see his eyes.

“I’ll sleep if you sleep.”

“And if we get attacked in the middle of the night?”

He scoffed. “In this weather? Besides, what do we really have worth killing us for?” Getting on his knees, he shifted further into the tent. He laid down and repositioned himself until his back was against one of the woolen walls. “There should be room for both of us if we squeeze in.”

You frowned back into the darkness. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, positive!” You heard him patting the ground next to him. The ground beneath the bedrolls he laid on was soft from the mud. “C’mon, I can keep you warm.”

After a moment of contemplation (no other excuses found a way into your mind to avoid the situation), you crawled into the tent. It was tight. Laying on your sides, you were nearly chest to chest. You could feel every breath he took landing in soft puffs against your face, and the beating of his heart near yours.

Jaskier, however, was not content with the small gap between you. In one motion, he was pressed right up against you and his blanket was draped over you. You could smell the faint traces of sandalwood and vanilla that lingered on his skin.

An arm wrapped around you. You shivered at the contact, but he just drew you in closer.

“There,” he breathed. “Nice and cozy.”

It was too dark to see, but you knew, mere inches away, his face was directly in front of you. You could imagine the bubbly look on his face at convincing you to squeeze into the tent with him. The smug teasing look that hinted about his prior romantic experiences.

“Goodnight, Viper.”

You swallowed the lump formed in your throat and the tense, uncomfortable thoughts that came with your position, so close to the bard.

“Goodnight… Dandelion.”

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