#Trolls deserve cuddles too

[ishkabibblethings]

i read Role Playing by Cathy Yardley and friends it was *the cozy*. A mature geeky romance involving imperfect characters? Ace/demi and bi rep? A violently grumpy yet very loving introvert? A sensitive and loyal teddy bear of a man? Almost no romantic angst? Perfection.

But friends let me complain for just a moment.

The FMC Maggie is described as a nearly 50 year old small biracial asian woman. Her body made a child and it shows just enough. She's described as having wild frizzy hair and wears unflattering but comfortable large and bulky clothes. Other characters in the story make comments regarding her trollish appearance more than once. She knows how to groom and dress and polish herself if needed but is far past giving any fucks to please people.

So why does she look like this on the cover?

I know that the cover design is separate from the book, but damn y'all who is this woman? Why is this woman? We know someone who looks like her will end up like this I've been learning that since I could walk. I wanted a cutesy drawing of the trollish main character being adored by her vulnerable bear man, damnit.

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

Sep 12th

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1. In the mood for wangxian fics where:

A) Mo Xuanyu and We Wuxian are siblings/besties or any platonic relationship which makes them very close a la siblings (anything goes except fics set in CQL verse)

B) Dragonji AND dragonxian fics (if smutty then bottomxian AND non cql only)

C) werewolf wangxian (if smutty then bottomxian AND non-cql only)

D) childhood friends to lovers/growing up together/wei wuxian grows up in gusu [any AU/universe] (if smutty then bottomxian AND non cql only)

E) Soulmate AU's where elements like soulmate marks, strings, etc or any other obvious signs of having a soulmate exist (if smutty then bottomxian AND non cql only)

F) wangxian age difference fics...how much or less the age difference is doesnt matter (older lwj, if smutty then bottomxian AND non cql only)

G) what if/no war canonverse AUs (if smutty then bottomxian AND non cql only)

Thank you for all you do Mods!! <3 @stellatosparkle

1A)

what builds a home by Stratisphyre (T, 45k, WangXian, MY & WWX, Canon Divergence, Adopted WWX, POV Multiple, warning for JGS behaving exactly as expected, child endangerment, Brother Feels, Minor Character Death, [Podfic] Cold read of "what builds a home" by Stratisphyre by KeriArentikaiPods (KeriArentikai))

1D)

soft-hearted by sarahyyy (G, 6k, wangxian, alternate universe, childhood friends, hurt/comfort, getting together, first kiss, wedding fluff)

When we were small by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 7k, LXC & LQR & LWJ, LQR & WWX, WangXian, LQR & JFM, Modern, Kid Fic, Good Uncle LQR, Neurodivergent LWJ, Baby LWJ, Baby WWX, Parenthood, Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, POV LQR, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort)

1E)

🔒 Bright the Day We Met by ereshai (G, 1k, WangXian, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, POV Outsider, Fluff, Supportive LXC, Soulmates)

Bleachwhite Linen by MonocerosRex (T, 44k, WangXian, LXC & LWJ, LXC & WWX, JYL & WWX, JC & WWX, LSZ & WWX & LWJ, Modern, Soulmates, not the traditional kind of soulmates exactly, Hospitals, Fluff, Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Touch-Starved, lwj and wwx are the softest husbands and they aren’t even together yet, Getting Together, Marriage Proposal, Sibling Bonding, handwaving medical procedure and magical systems, worldbuilding is for chumps i’m here for the sugar, Sickfic, or more like convalescence fic but that isn’t a tag, POV Multiple, Family Feels, Family Fluff, lxc is a troll and he ships wangxian so hard, wwx deserves and gets gets hugs, Sharing a Bed, Hair Washing, Sleepy Cuddles, Hugs, JYL is a queen)

it goes like this by moonsteps (T, 15k, WangXian, College/University, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Timers, Humor, Fluff, Oblivious WWX, in which wwx is jealous… of himself, some drunken LWJ shenanigans, someone pls save JC, two idiots in love)

leading tone by silencemostofall (G, 32k, WangXian, Modern AU, Soulmates, with a lil twist, Eventual Happy Ending, Music, Orchestra, [Podfic] Leading Tone by silencemostofall by Beria1021)

pastel by antebunny (G, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Soulmates, Heavy Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Self-Esteem Issues, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unrequited Love, but not actually, no courtesy names)

(( 💖 nothing you confess by PorcupineGirl (T, 31k, WangXian, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, POV Alternating, Golden Core Reveal, Depressed WWX, WWX Has PTSD, JC & LWJ Friendship, friendship may be too strong a word more like allies who are gonna love the shit outta post-burial-mounds WWX whether he likes it or not, Hurt/Comfort, Recovery) It is cql only tho, I didn't realize before adding the rec, that said I'll let it there because I know other people might find the fanfic interesting 😓 ))

1F)

Many happy returns. by orange_crushed (E, 25k, WangXian, Modern AU, Mistaken Identity, Misunderstandings, Grief/Mourning, Loss of Parent(s), Implied/Referenced Suicide, Past Suicide of a Parent, References to Depression, Anxiety, Therapy, References to Anti-Depressant Medications, Escort Service, Loneliness, Everybody’s Abandonment Issues, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Moving In Together, Oral Sex, Penetrative Sex, Hopeful Ending, Recovery, References to Escorting/Sex Work but No Actual Escorting/Sex Work)

Wangji's Beautiful Stranger by xxxMiaHikarixxx (G, 47k, WIP, WangXian Modern AU, Soulmates, older lwj, younger wwx, Minor NieLan, LWJ is So Whipped, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Modern: No Powers, Not Jiang Family Friendly)

Like stones on an unseen board by Vir_Abelasan (Not rated, 11k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Dark LWJ, Older LWJ, Teacher LWJ, dark twin jades, Age Difference, Manipulation, Protective LWJ, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Corporal Punishment, Relatively canon-typical abusive Jiangs, WWX Get a Happy Ending, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Not JC Friendly, Not Jiang Clan Friendly)

1G)

For you by 10thNoNamePerson (T, 16k, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Canon Divergence, No War AU, Teen Wangxian, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Jealous WWX, Soft WangXian, No Sunshot Campaign)

Dispersing Clouds by dreamingofcake (E, 283k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Abusive YZY, Canonical Child Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Sex, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm (Background Character), Background Character Deaths, child deaths, Canon JC, Good Uncle LQR, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Cultivation Sect Politics, Homophobia, Heteronormativity, Feelings Realization, WWX is Not Oblivious) What if the Wen clan is too busy to attack anyone & WWX has time to think about his place in the Jiang sect

Just go forward like you mean it by tawaen (M, 101k, WangXian, WWX & WN &WQ, WWX & JYL, NHS & WWX, Canon Divergence, WWx does not attend the Wen indoctrination, WWX saves Lotus Pier, Inventor WWX, No Golden Core Transfer, Sect Leader JYL, JC Has No Golden Core, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Not JC Friendly, but he gets a happier ending than canon so don’t look here for bashing) What if WWX doesn't attend the Wen indoctrination

Righteous at a Cost by thunderwear (G, 21k, wangxian, LQR & WWX, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, no one dies, LQR finds out about WWX’s core, WWX and LQR are friends??, In My Fic?, its more likely than you think, LWJ in the bg like whats happening?, Fluff, WWX goes to Gusu, Mutual Pining, Golden Core Reveal) What if LQR finds out about WWX's missing core (note: this one is tagged as both mdzs & cql, but I don't recall any specific cql stuff in there

the breaking of your soul (upon my lips) by sunsandships (M, 40k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Mutual Pining, Golden Core Reveal, Happy Ending) What if WWX realises who the mysterious 'maiden' who kissed him is (also tagged as both mdzs & cql, but I don't recall if there's any cql stuff in there)

The Fire Lapping Up the Creek by notevenyou (E, 66k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Injury, Injury Recovery, Blood, Respiratory Illness, Major Illness, Fever, Grief/Mourning, Burial Mounds, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hunger and food scarcity, Surgery, Fix-It of Sorts) What if WWX doesn't take WN with him to Lanling (also tagged as both mdzs & cql, but I don't recall if there's any cql stuff in there)

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2. Hi is there any fic about wwx sleepwalking?

Mud on Your Feet by AvoOwO (Not Rated, 59k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Nightmares, Sentient Burial Mounds, Burial Mounds, Possession, Panic Attacks, Night Terrors, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Good Sibling JC, Hurt WWX, Soft WangXian, Feels, Blood and Injury, Hallucinations, Delusions, JC Loves WWX, Insomnia, Good Sibling WWX, Sleepwalking, Sleeptalking, LWJ just wants to sleep with his husband, Protective JC, WWX Sees Dead People, LJY pulls through, POV LWJ, Cloud Recesses, PTSD, Post-Canon, YLLZ WWX, resentful energy, Fluff, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Thirteen Years of WWX’s Death, WWX’s Three Months in the Burial Mounds, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, WWX is tired, LWJ literally just wants to sleep with WWX again is that too much to ask for??, Soft JC, Yunmeng Siblings Feels) THE wwx sleepwalking ff

who could stay? you could stay by martyrsdaughter (G, 12k, WangXian, Meet-Cute, Modern AU, Fluff, Sleepwalking, Literal Sleeping Together, Crush at First Sight, Neighbors)

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3. I'm In The Mood For a fic that embraces how much of an exquisite bitch Lan Wangji can be. "You are not qualified to speak to me", etc. Please and thank you! @aralintheobsessive

the only way out by cafecliche (T, 12k, WangXian, JC & WWX, JC & LWJ, Post-Canon, this is one part character study, one part comedy of errors, and one part fix-it, WWX is a people pleaser in this essay I will, my event planning experience rearing its head again, Podfic Available)

🔒 The Second Jade of Lan’s late but incendiary sexual awakening by KizuKatana (E, 41k, wangxian, First Time, LWJ’s Horny Grip, LWJ does not know what hit him, and yet somehow he still realizes it before WWX, canon wangxian dynamics, college AU, LWJ starts off annoyed at WWX, But quickly discovers both his competency kink and a caretaking kink, Genius WWX)

🔒 Revenge is a Side Dish Best Served With Tea by merakily (G, 7k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Protective LWJ, Petty LWJ, Fluff and Humor)

💖 Nice work if you can get it by deliciousblizzardshark (M, 11k, wangxian, protective LWJ, genius LWJ, post-canon, fluff & humor, getting together, chief cultivator LWJ)

🔒Here With Me by iamwish (T, 58k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, wwx turns this into a no war!au, Canon-Typical Violence, Period-Typical Homophobia, Bad Parent YZY, POV WWX, POV LWJ, POV JC, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, WWX Has PTSD, and also depression sometimes, Unreliable Narrator, (all of them)) It's a small part of the fic, but time traveller LWJ decides to befriend JC & JYL for the sake of his future husband & his thoughts on this are hilarious

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4. Hi I have an itmf request! Favorite fusion-style aus? For example wangxian fic in an AtLA setting, but more obscure crossovers are fine too

To Prepare for a Hidden Knife by liverbiver9 (T, 103k, WN/WWX/LWJ, Inspired by Mr. Queen (TV), Emperor WN, Empress WWX, Trans WWX, Gender Non-Conforming WWX, Political Intrigue, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Isekai and Transmigration, Gender Identity, Slow Burn, chapter 11 rated E but entirely skippable!, Gender Exploration, Gender Changes, Female JGY, Female NHS, Scheming NHS, Scheming JGY, Trans Female JZX, JZX & LWJ Friendship, Polyamory, BAMF WN, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Romantic Comedy, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Out of character WN, I mean I don’t think he’s ooc but he certainly doesn’t follow the fanon characterization)

🔒 Season of Resurrection by Pyrrti (G, 1k, WangXian, Sky: Children of the Light Fusion, POV Multiple, Pre-Relationship, Reunions, POV LSZ, POV LWJ, POV WWX)

The Weight of the World by KouriArashi (T, 67k, WangXian, XiYao, XuanLi, Pacific Rim Fusion, Robots, Monsters, robots fighting monsters, Family, Romance, Developing Relationship, Angst, (but not about the romances), Hurt/Comfort, Politics, Happy Ending)

Across the street to another life by danegen (M, 99k, WangXian, Modern AU, unleashed au Family Fluff, Set in America, Hurt/Comfort, Past Child Abuse, Addiction, Crime, Amnesia, Ableist, Language, another fridged mother, POV Alternating, past wwx/ofc, past wwx/omc, Medium parent YZY, A-Yuan is wwx’s biological son, Musicians, Happy Ending)

So You Accidentally Kidnapped A Qilin by Mikkeneko (T, 83k, WangXian, Juuni Kokki | Twelve Kingdoms Fusion, mdm yu’s a+ parenting, Identity Issues, Cultivator Politics, Yin Iron Poisoning, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, WWX Needs a Hug, Mutual Pining, Miscommunication, Getting Together, Temporary Character Death, Happy Ending, Pacifist WWX, MXTX Big Bang 2021)

our reflections as seen (when the water stills) by chatonnerie (E, 121k, WangXian, JYL/JZX, Modern, Tokyo Ghoul Fusion, Blood, Canon-Typical Violence, This is a ghoul au, but everyone is also in university, so dumb energy is peak, Gore, Body Horror, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Biting, both the goryand the horny, WWX's inability to Shut Up)

Stars bring us apart (Stars pull us together) by Sixlayerhouse (sixlayerhouse) (E, 124k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, (Vaguely) Star Trek AU, Canon-Typical Violence, Psychological Trauma, PTSD, Body modifications, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Recovery, married!wangxian)

🔒 some lovely, perilous thing by varnes (E, 24k, WangXian, Inception Fusion, Criminal Associates To Lovers, Heist, Case Fic)

🔒 and having a marvelous time by varnes (E, 108k, WangXian, Yúnmèng Siblings, Sound of Music AU, (i know!!! i know. stay with me on this.), Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Family Feels, spies to lovers???, Protective Siblings, Sometimes You Just Want Your Dads To Admit They’re Your Dads, Angst with a Happy Ending, podfic of and having a marvellous time by varnes by Spinifex)

Castle in the Wastes by ailuridae (abigailnicole) (T, 41k, wangxian, Howl’s Moving Castle fusion, personified Chenqing, canon typical violence)

🔒 Half Agony, Half Hope by queenklu (T, 105k, WangXian, LXC/JGY, JC/WQ, JYL/JZX, LXC/NMJ, Jane Austen Fusion, persuasion au, Pining, Broken Engagement, Secrets, Espionage, Child Injury, Terrible Parents (YZY & JFM), Past Child Neglect)

🧡 The World We Made by updatebug (T, 80k, WangXian, Modern AU, The Old Guard fusion, Immortals, Immortal LWJ, Angst with a Happy Ending, Junior Quartet is the best Quartet, JYL is the best, NMJ Lives, Reincarnation, The Old Guard AU, Temporary Character Death)

🔒 the red dark shifting by typefortydeductions (E, 15k, WangXian, Star Trek Fusion, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Ambiguous/Open Ending, But it will be ok, PTSD, Nightmares, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Mild Gore, Tarsus IV, mentions of medical procedures, attempting to accept the love you deserve, pangs!)

Beneath The Skin by daltoneering (E, 40k, WangXian, Fairytale Retelling, Canon Adjacent, Beauty and the Beast AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, farmer LWJ, he has a braid and the fact that everyone knows this is very important to me, Chronic Illness, (not any of the MCS), sad LWJ, LQR is in this purely as a plot device, vague background nielan, One-Sided XiYao, JGY is a real creep in this im sorry but someone had to be gaston, Dark WWX, WWX: master of crows agenda, self-worth issues like woah, Blood, Body Horror, Crows galore, this is incredibly gothic and melancholic don't @ me, Drugging, Canon-Typical Violence, Smut, Anal Sex, Some questionable worldbuilding, The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, (or in wwx's case), (loved), LWJ POV, please read a/n for further warnings)

I will be chasing a starlight by feyburner, sundiscus (E, 71k, WangXian, Star Trek Fusion, Vulcan LWJ, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pon Farr, Mind Meld, Fuck Or Die, Anal Sex, Hurt/Comfort)

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5. hii this is for itmf!

I'm sure someone has already asked for this before 😅

fics which focus on, or significantly mention, lwj raising a-yuan after he gets whipped, like while being heavily injured (no wips if possible 😅)

ty! @bunnycoffeeumcat

🔒 the map of days by everythingispoetry (M, 20k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Permanent Injury, Recovery, Disability, Parenthood, Character Study, Thirteen Years of WWX’s Death)

Gathered Herbs & Sweet Grasses by hansbekhart (Not Rated, 19k, LSZ & LWJ, WangXian, dad wangji, LWJ’s Questionable Parenting Skills, Grief/Mourning, Recovery, Injury Recovery, Hopeful Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Gathered Herbs & Sweet Grasses [podfic] by someplacelikebolivia)

Inquiry by incendir (G, 10k, LSZ & LWJ, WangXian)

🔒 no new age Series by everythingispoetry (M/T, 145k, WangXian, XiYao, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Permanent Injury, Recovery, Disability, Parenthood, Character Study, Thirteen Years of WWX's Death, Growing Up, Family Dynamics, Self-Discovery, Mental Health Issues, Grief/Mourning, Families of Choice, Developing Relationship)

Meet you at a different place by tawaen (M, 57k, WangXian, Ghost General WN, Ghost WQ, Canon Divergence, Cultivation World Critical, Not JC Friendly, Wen Remnants Deserve Better, Sīsī Deserves Better, MXY Deserves Better, POV WQ) It's not a major part, but as soon as LWJ finds out WQ is trying to help piece together the fragments of WWX's soul, he insists on tagging along on the quest with LSZ, despite his injuries

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6. In the mood for: I wonder if there is some fic where Lan Zhan dies at that cliff battle instead of Wei Wuxian. Or maybe if they both die there together. And then someone would ressurect them both. That would be really interesting to read.

💖 Regrets by antebunny (G, 37k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Time Travel, Fix-It, Temporary Character Death, Angst, Explicit Descriptions of Love, and other squishy feelings, Angst with a Happy Ending) LWJ accidentally kills WWX during the fight & they both find themselves back in time during CRSA

🔒 Turnabout and Start Again by runningondreams (T, 34k, WIP, WangXian, Temporary Character Death, Role Reversal, Soulmates, Canon Divergence, Blood and Injury, SuicideI, mprisonment, Violence, Minor Character Death, Mild Gore, Pining, Identity Issues, Getting Together, Happy Ending) this is similar, LWJ isn't present for the First Siege of the Burial Mounds but due to a soulmate bond, he dies instead of WWX. 13 years later, he's resurrected. (It's a WIP and hasn't been updated since 2020, but well worth reading anyway IMO)

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7. Hi! Do you have wwx and nhs friendship in comp fic? If not, i think you could consider adding that to the upcoming comp fic list (We can add it but I'll also add it here in a Itmf for you ^^ - Mod C)

Story-Shaped by lingering_song (T, 13k, NHS & WWX, wangxian, Post-Canon, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Inventor WWX, Found Family, NHS needs a new hobby, And apparently that’s spoiling his Wei-Xiong, Mentioned Character Death, Alcohol, Protective NHS, WangXian Endgame, Not JC Friendly, Not particularly gentry sects friendly overall tbh)

while covered in mud by merthurlin (T, 12k, NHS & WWX, NHS & NMJ, NHS & Wen remnants, mentioned wangxian, canon divergence, fix-it, NHS goes farming and Hates It)

I Have Arranged to Tie You to Me by xxxMiaHikarixxx (G, 82k, WIP, WangXian, Lan protective team, Time Travel, Past, LWJ oriented, Arranged Marriage, Boys In Love, Soulmates, Fix-It, Jiang siblings, not jiang parents friendly, Soft LWJ, Protective LWJ, Genius WWX)

Gone Shopping by nirejseki (G, 2k, NHS & WWX, WangXian, Crack, Post-Canon, Mad Scientist WWX, Too Clever For His Own Good NHS, WWX is High INT Low Attention Span, WWX Joins the Nie Sect, Sort Of)

The Core Issue by Hauntcats (T, 21k, WangXian, Angst with a Happy Ending, Not JC Friendly, Canon Divergence) WWX reaches out to NHS while living in the Burial Mounds

IF by Remma3760 (Not Rated, 94k, WangXian, QingJue, Aftermath of Violence, Canon Divergence, Everybody Lives, Fix-It of Sorts, BAMF LWJ, Golden Core Reveal) NMJ decides to give sanctuary to the Wen Remnants, so WWX & LWJ stay in the Unclean Realm & spend a lot of time with NHS

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8. Hi! This is for ITMF

A) Age reversal. Like nhs is the older sibling or jyl is the youngest, etc

B) Role reversal. Like sect leader jyl, wwx is a weak cultivator, instead of jyl and jzx it was wwx and lwj who are in arrange marriage, etc

C) Personality swap. Like between yunmeng trio, etc

Thanks! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

8A)

Role Reversal series by Cosmic_Biscuit (T, 13k, NHS & NMJ, JGY/NHS, JGY & XY, NHS/WRH, Major Character Death, Age Swap, Dysfunctional Family, Murder, Necromancy, Guilt, Heavy Angst, Nightmares, Mixed Adaptation, Physical Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sexual Harassment, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, One-Sided Attraction, NMJ Is This Close To Committing Murder, Assassination Plot(s), Implied/Referenced Abuse, Gallows Humor, Character Undeath, First Meetings, Fluff and Humor, Family Dynamics, NHS Stress Cooks, Pre-Relationship, Developing Relationship Protective Siblings Terminal Illnesses Implied/Referenced, Euthenasia, Angst and Feels, Murder Implications, Canonical Character Death, Politics, In Which Everything Goes To Hell, Verbal Abuse, Reunions, Assassination, Wakes & Funerals, Intrigue, Undead, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Family Issues, Sibling Rivalry, Of The One-Sided Sort, Period Typical Attitudes, Implied Favoritism, Family Drama, Baby Steps To Reconciliation, Sibling Bonding, Fluff and Angst, Sick Character)

🔒 Wooden Sabers and Paintbrushes series by East_Of_Akkala (T, 11k, NHS & NMJ, NHS & LXC, NHS & Sect Leaser Nie, Age Changes, Age Swap, Sect Leader NHS, NHS is da-ge, Onesided XiSang, Fluff, Light Angst, Brotherly Love, POV LXC, NMJ gets a birth name as a treat, Humor, Canon Divergence, Light XiSang, Light NieYao, POV NMJ, NHS gets a birth name as a treat, Nie Siblings Feels, Nie Siblings Dynamics, Scheming NHS, POV NHS, NHS-centric, Violence, Qi-Deviations, Mental Instability, Character Death)

Three Figures on Your Heart (all of them will be me) by MarsDiogenes (M, 6k, LXC/NHS, slight LWJ/NHS, WangXian, WIP, Age Swap, Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort)

🔒 Nie Huaisang's Guide to Political Nonsense by Tavina (M, 58k, NHS & NMJ, NHS & WX, NHS & JGY, NHS & WQ, NHS & WRH, NHS/WX/OFC, Sect Leader Nie & NHS, NHS & LQR, Canon Divergence, NHS-centric, BAMF NHS, Scheming NHS, Nie Brothers Age Swap AU, NHS Needs a Hug, NMJ Needs a Hug, Intergenerational Trauma, Politics, Poison, Medical Conditions, Hiding Medical Issues, Chronic Pain, The Da-ge!NHS Agenda, there’s a Nie-zongzhu loose in the jianghu, NMJ & JZX Friendship Agenda, Wildly Inaccurate Qi Deviation Lore, Unconventional Relationship, Polyamory Negotiations, Age Swap, Mental Health Issues, Entire Nie Sect Needs a Hug, LQR Needs a Pay Raise and a Spa Day, JGY is a Mess, JGY is deeply long suffering, Pray for WX, WRH is his own warning tbh, Everyone's Obsessive Sibling Feelings, NHS Jianghu Goose Agenda, POV Outsider)

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9. Can I submit an I'm in the mood for? Fem Wei Wuxian and fem Lan Wangji? @starrie-amethyst

A Touch To Calm This Aching Heart by Multifacetedinterests (E, 12k, wangxian, F/F, fox WWX, dragon LWJ, fem!wangxian, not YZY friendly, face slapping, touchstarved, emotional manipulation, enemies to lovers, miscommunication, hurt/comfort, non-con collar usage, smut)

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10. Hii, this is an ITMF req/question:

Do you know any fics that address wangji’s punishment after wuxian has been cleared of crimes and/or the elders realizing they were wrong all those years ago

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11. Heloooooo can you please give me badass mafia fics where everyone EVERYONE except Wei Ying is mafia/ gangster/ underworld person. I don't mind Jiang bashing, but I'd like reading good Jiang fics too ✨✨ @constellationdks

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12. Hi! This is for ITMF. An aftermath of sunshot campign where wwx is not in sunshot side. Like he is a hostage/a wen weapon/a wen soldier. Something like Make Me Your Villain by YilingSani or At the end of the winter, I met you who became the spring by abCEE

Thanks! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

burning camellias by AvoOwO (M, 284k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Prisoner of War, Genius WWX, Aftermath of Torture, Blood and Violence, Blood and Injury, BAMF WQ, BAMF WWX, BAMF WN, POV WWX, Hurt WWX, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Sentient Burial Mounds, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, No Golden Core Transfer, WWX Has No Golden Core, Golden Core Destruction | Golden Core Melting, Poisoning, Protective WQ, Medical Torture, Cannibalism, PTSD, Dubious Consent Consent Issues, Heavy Angst, MIND THE TAGS) please mind the tags

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13. Hello! I have a request for the next itmf.

I'm in the mood for

A) longer omegaverse wangxian that explores politics of the cultivation world

B) preferably longer (20k and above) post-Sunshot Campaign fic that focuses on Wei Wuxian and his mental health, his relationships with other people (can be the Jiangs, Nie Huaisang, Wen sibling or others) and Lan Wangji. It would be awesome if the Lans or the Nies found out about his golden core.

Thank you so much for all your hard work! @broodyelii

13A)

and the calm is deep where the quiet waters flow by izanyas (E, 321k, WIP, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Rape Recovery, Unplanned Pregnancy, Discrimination, Slow Burn, the slowest burn imaginable, Violence/Gore, Child Abuse, Suicide, post-partum depression, a painful but gentle journey into the intricacies of bodily autonomy) mind the tags

13B)

Field Trips with Wei Wuxian by antebunny (G, 42k, WangXian, WQ & WWX, NMJ & WWX, JZX & WWX, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Found Family, Angst with a Happy Ending, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, protective Jiang siblings, Unreliable Narrator, due to WWX assuming ppl hate him, JYL is gonna dropkick her baby bro into having friends)

Practical Considerations by teawater, the_anthropologist (E, 97k, WangXian, JC & WWX, LXC & WWX, LQR & WWX, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence, Found Family, Spouses to Lovers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Politics, Scheming, Lán Elders are assholes, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, eventually BAMF LXC, learning to make decisions, Learning Self-worth, Self-Esteem Issues, Sweet Wangxian, Domestic Fluff, Fix-It, JC is a big asshole, he improves somewhat but it's open-ended, WWX learns to stand up for himself, Quote: Come Back to Gusu With Me, POV wwx, POV LWJ, POV JC, Golden Core Reveal, Teacher wwx, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Alcohol as a Coping Mechanism, Past Suicidal Thoughts, Post-Sunshot Campaign, WWX Protection Squad, Feelings Realization, WWX protector of the twin jades, Protective LWJ, Protective WWX, Protective LQR, Demonic Cultivator WWX, WWX is Loved, Married WangXian, Genius WWX, Everybody Lives)

Weep You No More, Sad Fountains by athena_crikey (T, 59k, WangXian, LXC & LWJ, LXC & JGY, Canon Divergence, Fix-it fic, Whump, Curses, Fever, Delirium, Stabbing, Loneliness, Confessions, LWJ’s emotional repression, WWX giving everything as always, LXC realising sympathy is not support, LQR Being an Asshole)

Grave dirt by esama (T, 92k, WangXian, canon divergence, yiling wei sect au, demonic cultivation, farming, found family, pre-slash, politics, fix-it of sorts)

The Fire Lapping Up the Creek, the breaking of your soul (upon my lips), The Core Issue, & IF that I've linked above for other requests probably also work for this request (links in 1G & 7)

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14. I'm looking for fanfics where Wei Ying dies in Guanyin Temple

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15. Hiiii, how are y’all doing? Today itmf three things, hopefully at least one already exists:

A) jfm makes wwx sect heir right before indoctrination so he has to go and jc can stay behind

B) jyl confronts her brother for the position of sect leader with the support of the sect

C) jc is the one who pushes wwx away from danger in nightless city

I hope your day/night is going great. Tyvm!

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16. Hello, Itmf works, where Wei Ying is living in extreme poverty in his adulthood and his brilliant mind can't provide him with means, because government is blocking all the ways for his case or he is an invalid ( permanent injury or severe chronic illness). Second option in modern settings is preferable.

I've already read the one where he stock counts the warehouse with lan zhan and the one where he lives in school and lqr finds him and the one where he is living in the veteran house.

Any other suggestions are welcome 🤗 Thank you!

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17. I’m itmf something where wwx or lwj can read the others mind in some way- either thru like a cherry magic au or a curse or anything, just something where one or both is aware of the others thoughts and they work thru their communication issues lmao

beneath six layers of silk by darkredloveknot (enheduane) (E, 12k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Getting Together, Confessions, Curses, Embarrassment, Vulnerability, Swearing, Dirty Talk, Hand Jobs, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Honesty, Communication, beneath six layers of silk by darkredloveknot [podfic] by Rhea314 (Rhea) )

🔒 the language of flowers and silent things series by Reverie (cl410) (M, 107k, WangXian, LXC/NMJ, LWJ & Madam Lan, NHS & LWJ, LWJ & LXC, LWJ & NMJ, LWJ & NHS Friendship, Developing Relationship, POV LWJ, Minor Injuries, Autistic LWJ, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, aka the YZY warning, Genius WWX, Light Angst And Hurt/Comfort, WWX Protection Squad, Gusu Lan Sect, Slow Burn, Protective LWJ, LWJ-centric, Politics, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot Campaign, Cultivation Sect Politics, Protective WWX)

Rarely Pure and Never Simple by thunderwear (Not Rated, 3k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Truth Spells, Curses, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Post CQL, Getting Together)

So Why Not Crack Your Skull When the Mind Swells by greenteafiend (E, 13k, wangxian, Hurt/Comfort, Curses, Case Fic, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Confessions, Drunkenness)

Too Beautiful For Words, Will My Thoughts Suffice? by Watermelonsmellinfellon (T, 8k, wangxian, fluff, crushes, flirting, telepathy, falling in love, LWJ pov, drama, golden core reveal)

My Heart is Yours to Fill or Burst by anancites (E, 67k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Inspired By Cherry Magic, Telepathy, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut, Major Character Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Cherry Magic AU)

💖 Blossom by triedunture (E, 26k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Curses, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, virgin LWJ, Touch-Starved, Telepathy, Cherry Magic AU, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending, sad masturbation, First Time, canon typical self harm, Bisexual Disaster WWX)

i'm the one for your fire by occultings (microcomets) (E, 43k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Mind Reading, Enemies to Lovers, it's only enemies to lovers in WWX's one braincell, Misunderstandings, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Whump, brief illness/injury, Pining, light bdsm in the first chap, Cherry Magic AU, Getting Together, Podfic Available)

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[moshpitgamma]

Clay x reader x Viva headcanons?

Sureeeee why not😌✨

Clay x Reader x Viva headcannons🍀🌸

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OKKK LETS GET STARTEDD😮‍💨🫶🏾

🍀When you three started dating there’s no doubt Clay turned from the serious one to the instant submissive man wife he is…

🌸Viva is a complete OPPOSITE of clay so get ready for fun and daring dates… but if clay finds out prepare for a very long and loving lecture

🍀Even tho Clay is all serious 24/7…He will not hesitate to have fun with his favorite people and let you guys run wild (but not to wild😌)

🌸Viva loves to braid you hair or play in it to lull you to sleep or if stress is giving you or clay a hard time she’s there to relax y’all’s heads and give deep massages

🍀Clay is VERY romantic but isn’t too big on PDA. I feel like he’s ok with hand holding and maybe cheek kisses but anything else will make him embarrassed

🌸BIG ON PDA!!! She wants to show the fellow trolls who’s hers and who she belongs too. If you and clay still get flirty looks she will TRIPLE pda.

🍀His nicknames for you are: Hun,Baby,Love, and Mamas. While your nicknames for him is:Broccoli,Claybae,Bub,The fun one (quote the band days), and my husband

🌸Her nicknames for you are:Mi amour, Mi Bebé, My world, My boo. Yours for her are: Mi Esposa, My love, Wildflower, Baby, Loco

🍀If anyone ever tried to hurt you or actually put their hands on you Clay is hunting that bastard down and is giving him a very good talk you know🤫 When he’s done he is treating you like the well deserved s/o you are

🌸If anyone tried to hurt you or put their hands on you and Viva found out…Shes beating ass. I mean dragging and banishing people without hesitation. After she’s done giving hell, she’s giving you heaven. She’s giving you a warm bubble bath, snacks, and even a long warm cuddle session

🍀Will buy you anything you mention about wanting. “Ouu babe that necklace looks real pretty” you said looking at the gold and emerald embroidered necklace. You woke up to it the next day on your bed side table

🌸Will surprise you and clay with matching onesies ( like the one clay has on in the movie) and will make y’all take pictures in them and wear them together like a big happy family.

🍀I feel like if y’all were to have kids he would want only 1 maybe 2 if and ONLY if you and viva convince him enough

🌸The girl wants a whole village…but if y’all deny which is gonna happen she says at least four or five

🍀He does most chores but will let y’all help if y’all want to

🌸She cleans when she’s stressed. I think cleaning helps her calm down

🍀Loves to cook for you and viva and loves to try new things with you guys

🌸Loves to show you off to the brozone boys. She also makes jokes to Bruce on how her, you ,and clay are gonna have an army of kids like them one day. It usually leaves a stuttering Clay and a flushed and embarrassed y/n.

THE ENDD😌✨🫶🏾

[sminiac]

hi I'm new here and uhm in love with all your p1h hcs 🥹 bf!intak and bf!theo were amazing, any chance you could do the same for jiung? love your work, thank you either way aaaaaaaaaaa

⋆ Choi Jiung + Reader

Ex — I’m so sorry this took me ages to get out, but biggest warmest welcome to you my sweets! Of course I can <3

Bf!Jiung who is so quick to offer his help whenever you’re having trouble with something, you’re struggling with work and can’t seem to make sense of it? He’ll help! Of course he will, but he won’t give you the direct answers no matter how much you beg, the type to work with you through it so the information sticks and everything broken down to the point where you’re able to build it back up all on your own, and he’s so proud of you for it too!

Ex: Him bent over you, voice firm and clear in your ear as he talks you through the problem, he doesn’t take himself too seriously when helping you with an issue, and that makes him all the more attractive. He likes joking around with you, patting your head and repeatedly nodding his head at you coaxing, “and?… C’mon baby, you know this.”. Jiung’s very persistent when making sure you aren’t so hard on yourself for not so easily picking up on whatever it is you’re struggling with. The way he’d smile every time you figure it out yourself, lovingly cradles your face telling you what a good job you’ve done.

Bf!Jiung who always has the cutest smile on his face whenever you’re leaning In to press a kiss to the small scar under his eye. At first he thinks of it simply as a cute gesture that you do without much thought behind it- but when he starts to take notice of how you do it everytime he’s with you, with not a single word spoken about it, he’s much more touched by the small act of affection. If it’s not his lips then it’s the same spot below his eye, he only starts to pick up on the subconscious habit when you bring the kisses to his eyelids + forehead.

Bf!Jiung who infamously doesn’t love skin-ship all that much, but will absolutely hold your hand and keep you close with a secure arm around your shoulders or your waist whenever you’re feeling a little deprived of his touch when out in public. He doesn’t say a thing about it, he doesn’t gripe and yell his complaints aloud like he’d do with his members. For you, it’s second nature, even if initially it wasn’t before you came along.

Bf!Jiung knows you see how hard he can sometimes be on himself, that his work ethic sometimes pushes more toward punishment rather than fulfillment, but he will absolutely not let you treat yourself the same way. Whether it’s subconscious or you do it in his favour, he immediately gets you to cut it out, even if it means he has to pull himself away from the studio or his laptop.

Ex: Bribes you a lot in hopes for it to stick with food and promises of adventure out in the city or somewhere quiet, reminds you constantly that you deserve to have that treat, to rest guilt free and not bothered with daunting tasks he can do himself. Kisses your forehead, sometimes he’d even go so far as to rest the entirety of his body weight onto you in hopes you’ll give up and agree to just cuddle and enjoy each others company for a little while longer.

Bf!Jiung who won’t accept anyone else as his parter during any kind of duo match other than you. Going head to head with him is another story, but when there’s groups involved he’s always on the edge of his seat hoping that no one picks you before he does. It’s like having a school crush all over again, he wants your company and the revitalizing energy you so casually carry around in the back of your pocket like it’s not something Keeho or Jongseob won’t be jumping and chasing after like rabid trolls. He won’t doesn’t want anyone on his team more than you, and he makes it very clear whenever someone else dares to even look in your direction for a little too long.

Bf!Jiung who slowly starts buying you stuff for his place the longer the two of you are together. He’ll make lists, messaging you asking if you want or need any specific when he goes shopping, but then it comes to a point where he just knows. He just internalizes all of the foods you like, the skincare you use, the toiletries you hate carrying back and forth between your place and his. It’s basically like you live together, but without the formal decision being made and established.

Ex: It doesn’t take long for Jiung to start calling your place and his ‘home’. He’s so stupid (lovingly) that he doesn’t realize how serious it is to you when he asks “When are you coming home?” and he’s referring to his place. It just comes naturally, he even calls your own place home, and it’s such a subtly sweet sentiment that he feels so comfortable as to call your place home even though he doesn’t officially live there :,)

NSFW under the cut! MDNI

Bf!Jiung who appreciates whenever you pull him away from his frustrations by allowing him to melt them away with the heat of your cunt. Sometimes he gets a little too inside of his head, a subconscious frown on his face as he focuses on the scene of you sinking down on him over and over again, having to pull him back out from his discouragement with a gentle hand to his chin, fingers curling against his jaw to make him look at you. His lips part when he realizes just where he is and how he has you, spread out over his lap, using the desk behind you as leverage. That’s when his hips start driving up, surpassing the pace you set in seconds, his fingers squeezing tighter into the soft skin at your hips, mumbling out soft curses and apologies.

Ex: Kisses repeatedly at your neck and collarbones with wet pecks as he leans further into you, “Sorry, ‘m so sorry honey. I’m here, gotchu’— f-fuck..”

Bf!Jiung who was avid with taking care of you the first few times you’re intimate, guiding you, showing you how to pleasure him, wanting you to show him how you like things, if he can know your secrets. He’s so praise oriented, sees the way you react the first time he tells you that you’re doing good, that you’re making him feel good, and then completely milks it just to drink down your reactions.

Ex: Loses it over any sound you make, small or big he loves it all. The first time he hears you make sounds in bed though, like really making sounds, he swears he could ascend.

Bf!Jiung who forces you to masturbate by yourself just so he can watch. Some days he’s just feeling a little off, and there’s nothing that your clumsy fingers playing with your clit can’t fix. It’s one of the rare times where he’s not lenient in the slightest, he wants to watch you make a literal mess of yourself and he’s not letting you go until you’re doing it. The cries and pleads for his dick or at the very least his own fingers are cute, really, he thinks it’s adorable how desperately you try to convince him to do something, anything. He’ll cradle your head and talk to you sweetly, but making sure the both of you can say the way your wrist moves in favour of your hips.

Bf!Jiung doesn’t particularly favour being dominant over subbing, and vice versa, he’s very easygoing in general, but he’s still the same when you’ve got him in bed. He can be whatever you need him to be. Jiung picks up on the vibe you give off quite easily, your words are a little sharp and your patience has been strung thin all day? Y’know what, begging you to bounce on his sock did sound nice when he was making breakfast. Oh, and he’s such a cute sub too. His voice certainly has the range for it. He’ll be sighing out pitchy whines and raspy mumbles that are still so light in your ears or crying out long pitiful hums of pleasure as his limbs thrash and spasm. But it also drops so deep you can feel it in his chest when you’re being difficult and close eared to his requests.

Bf!Jiung who can’t resist you when you start trailing your kisses down to cover over his butterfly tattoo, but sometimes it’s the only way you can pull him away from the damn screen. He’s all languid sighs and airy smiles as he realizes what you’re doing, and you take your sweet time getting there. He tries to be patient, cupping the side of your face reminding you that “You see all of ‘em all the time.” So why now be so tantalizing and torturous?

Ex: Has a habit of pushing his erection into your face, because then the spot of precum leaking through is briefs is unavoidable. He thinks it’s cute the way you unknowingly salivate in your mouth, and it makes the entry feel all the more pleasant.

[chelseachilly]

karma is my boyfriend

pairing: reader x mason mount summary: you face some backlash online after your relationship with mason goes public. he reminds you not to worry too much about the haters (with a little help from taylor swift) warnings: suggested smut (no actual smut though), mostly just fluff and some hurt/comfort ft. protective mason!! word count: 2.2k

author’s note: hi! this is my first mason fic, the idea for which came to me while listening to midnights (for the millionth time lol) pls let me know what you think!

There are a lot of things you have grown to love in your first few months dating Mason Mount.

You love his contagious smile and how his positivity improves the lives of everyone around him. You love waking up in his bed to him kissing your neck and murmuring “good morning, baby” in a hoarse, sleepy voice. You love watching him play football, his passion for the game so obvious and moving.

Mostly, you love him. You’ve known it from your second or third date, and it took everything in you not to admit it until he finally let those big three words slip while cuddling on his couch a few weeks ago. Now that you’ve both admitted it, telling him you love him is easier than breathing.

However, there are also things you don’t love about dating Mason Mount.

You’ve managed to keep your relationship under wraps for the first few months, with only your friends and family in on it. You haven’t posted each other on social media or taken many public outings together. When you have done for dinner or out with friends, you’ve been discreet in case there were any cameras around.

Until last week, when you were leaving a club with Ben and Kai and their girlfriends, both you and Mason too tipsy to care about potential paparazzi. The next morning, photos of the two of you kissing on the sidewalk were on the front page of the Sun. And the Daily Mail. And just about every other shitty tabloid in the country.

The Sun @TheSun ✔️- 6d Spotted: Chelsea star Mason Mount kissing possible new girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N outside popular Kensington nightclub!

You aren’t famous by any means, but because of your job in PR - Chelsea FC among your firm’s client base - the media was able to identify you. The fact that Mason and half the rest of the team follow you on social media made it fairly easy to confirm.

You’re well-versed in advising other people how to handle being in the public eye, but this is the first time you’ve had to deal with it yourself. So far, it’s been tougher than you expected.

Due to Mason’s ex-girlfriend being considerably more well-known than you, her fan base has taken to sending you death threats on social media, commenting on your old photos with digs at your appearance.

You know that you shouldn’t let these internet trolls get to you, but you can’t help yourself from scrolling through your socials, watching them continue to pour in.

You insist to Mason that you’re fine, and though it’s clear he doesn’t entirely believe you, you manage to convince him not to post about it or do anything rash. You tell him it will all blow over within a couple weeks.

It will blow over, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt right now. And when you come home from work one day, already tired and stressed and feeling low on self-esteem, only to read a tweet about how you’re an “ugly slag who doesn’t deserve Mason”, you reach a breaking point.

This is how Mason finds you when he gets to your place after training. You’re curled up on the couch in one of his hoodies, scrolling on your phone and crying so hard you feel sick.

“Y/n, what happened?” he exclaims, running to your side and kneeling next to you. “Are you in pain?”

You shake your head, barely able to speak. You pass him your phone so he can read for himself - you’ve been trying to hide most of it from him thus far, but you don’t think you can anymore.

As he scrolls through the comments on your latest Instagram post - a simple picture of you and your sister - you can see visible anger on his face, his jaw clenched. Mason isn’t often angry, and you haven’t seen this level of rage on his face even after a bad ref call or a lost match.

“Mase…” you say quietly, attempting to calm him down, but he just shakes his head.

“This is ridiculous,” he says in disbelief, tossing your phone on the couch cushion next to you. “Why the fuck would they comment those things? They know nothing about you!”

“They’re just trolls, your ex has quite the fan base,” you explain, sitting up and wiping the tears from your cheeks. “I know I shouldn’t let it get to me, it’s just been a lot.”

“Of course it has, baby,” Mason says, his face softening as he climbs up onto the couch to pull you into a tight hug. “I’m so sorry.”

You immediately melt into his side, letting his touch comfort you. It’s amazing how quickly your negative thoughts fade away in his arms, how being with him makes everything better.

“It’s not your fault,” you mumble into his chest.

“I know, but I should still do something about it,” Mason sighs. “I’ll put out a statement asking them to back off.”

“Thanks, love, but that’s not necessary,” you tell him. “They’re mostly her fans, not yours, so you issuing a statement won’t have much impact.”

Mason sighs again in defeat - he knows that you’re the expert in this area, but it’s clear that he just wants to do something to help.

“Well, I can text her, ask if she’ll say something to her annoying fans.”

You know that he and his ex ended on somewhat okay terms, but you also know that he really would rather not contact her unless absolutely necessary.

“Mase, it’s really okay,” you say gently. “I’m not gonna ask you to do that. Us dating will be old news in a week, I’ll just keep a low profile on socials from now on or go private or something, and we can be more careful about being spotted-“

“You shouldn’t have to, though,” he grumbles, his hand squeezing your knee. “I hate this. We should be able to go out and do stuff and post pictures together without people sending you awful messages.”

“I know, babe, but this is just how it is,” you say, leaning in to peck his lips quickly. “It’s alright. I feel better already, I swear.”

It’s true - you do feel much better now that he’s home, and you decide to turn off both of your phones for the rest of the night.

You settle into the couch with a movie playing and order a bunch of takeaway and have a wonderful evening together. At some point, you even forget all about the haters on the internet, content to focus on your boyfriend.

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The next morning, it’s Saturday, and Mason asks when you wake up if you feel like coming to the match today.

You’ve come to many of his matches before, both for Chelsea and England, but never since the public has known you’re his girlfriend. You know if you go today there will be people taking your picture and staring at you, even if they don’t mean any harm.

Given the toll this past week has taken, you just don’t have that in you right now.

“I’m so sorry, Mase,” you say, running a hand through his hair. “You know how badly I want to be there and support you, but I-“

“You don’t have to explain, baby, I completely understand,” he says, holding your waist. “I’ll miss having you there, but I’ll feel better knowing you’re safe and happy at home. Just call if you need anything.”

“Won’t you be a little busy, you know, playing football?” you tease, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his lips lightly.

Mason just chuckles. “They can sub me off for all I care.”

“Don’t say that!” you gasp, biting your lip to keep from smiling. “I’ll be watching on the telly, and I expect a goal from you, mister.”

“Anything for my girl,” Mason flashes you a cocky grin, which suddenly makes you desperately wish he didn’t have to leave right now so you could shove him back into bed and kiss it off him. “Alright, I’m gonna be late. One more kiss for luck?”

You oblige, leaning in to kiss him and running your hands through his hair. Once you pull back, he must sense your lingering disappointment at not being able to come today, because he gives you a reassuring look and cups your face in both hands.

“Try not to let those pricks online get to you, okay?” he reminds you. “It’s like that Taylor Swift song you always play. Karma’s on your side, baby.”

You laugh out loud - you’ve gone from Mason enduring you constantly playing Taylor songs when you started dating to him now requesting certain ones every time you get in the car. Not that he would ever let the boys find out, of course.

“Alright, now go before you miss warm-ups,” you smile, kissing him once more and then pushing him away.

A couple hours later, you settle in on your couch to watch the match against Tottenham. You know Chelsea are favoured to win, but you still let out a sigh of relief when Kai scores the first goal in the first twenty minutes.

In the second half, they maintain a strong defense, Kepa successfully blocking more than one strong attempt from the Spurs’ forwards.

With ten minutes to spare, Ben has possession and is moving quickly toward the goal. You assume he’s going to pass to Kai, and the other goalkeeper does too, as he’s on the entirely wrong end of the net when Ben passes to Mason. Mason shoots from a clearly onside position and scores in the top right corner of the net, resulting in thunderous applause at the Bridge.

You jump up from the couch, a huge grin on your face as you watch your boyfriend and his teammates huddle in celebration.

When the camera pans to Mason, he points right at the lens and blows a kiss with a small wink. Your heart soars in your chest as you realize he’s dedicating it to you.

Your chest full of pride and love for this man, you are suddenly reminded of why this is all worth it. It’s worth it to face any backlash that might come from being in the public eye because, at the end of the day, this wonderful guy who just scored a goal for his team on national television is coming home to you. And that’s all that matters.

The match ends with Chelsea winning 2-0. Barely over an hour later, you hear the key turning in your door, and you run to greet him.

The moment the door opens, you jump at him, wrapping your arms and legs around him. Mason catches you immediately and hugs you just as close, burying his face in your hair.

After a minute, you pull back to hold his face in both hands and kiss him senseless, making him moan slightly as you tug gently at his hair. You kiss until you’re out of breath, and then you slowly pull away and Mason eases you back down to your feet, remaining in each other’s arms.

“If this is what I get for scoring a goal, I think the club is going to be very happy with my performance this season,” he smiles, stroking your hair.

“I did love the goal, and I really loved the celebration,” you smile, running your thumb over the dimple in his cheek. “But the kiss is because I really love you.”

Mason grins even wider before sliding his hands down to your bum and lifting you up again, beginning to walk the both of you over to your bedroom.

After you’ve had an even better celebration in-between your sheets, you are laying on top of Mason’s chest, complete bliss washing over you as he traces circles on your back and presses kisses to your forehead.

You still can’t believe he’s yours - all yours, as you just very successfully reminded him. But he is, and you’re tired of hiding that.

“Hey, babe, I think I changed my mind about going private on Insta,” you say, propping your chin up on his chest. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I love you and we’re happy and I don’t care who knows that or what they have to say about it.”

Mason smiles and kisses your nose. “I’m all for that, love, but are you certain? I don’t want you getting any more hate.”

“Yeah, I’m thinking of trying a new strategy,” you smirk. “Like you said, karma will come for those internet trolls who have nothing better to do than comment on my pics. I can’t control that, but I can flaunt my super hot footballer boyfriend who scored a goal for me today.”

You grab your phone and show him the photo you took of the two of you a couple minutes ago, raising an eyebrow.

“Think it’s too much?”

Mason shakes his head, pulling you in for a kiss and grinning when you pull back. “It’s perfect. ‘Gram it, baby.”

You laugh and affectionately roll your eyes at him before opening the app and crafting your post, confidently sending it out into the world. Immediately after hitting post, you toss your phone aside and Mason pulls you in for another round, making you giggle with kisses to your neck.

You don’t check your phone until much later, and funnily enough, any hate is drowned out by many comments from both your friends and Mason’s fans, the majority of which are incredibly supportive.

You scroll through some of them together, laughing with your head still resting on Mason’s chest and his arm wrapped around you, and you know that you made the right call.

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masonmount 🥰🥰🥰

christianpulisic I am officially blaming you for Mase making us listen to this song in the locker room after the match

yourusername shhh Chris we know you’re a secret swiftie

mountfan19 ok I love this girl for Mason tbh

chelseagirl literally!! they’re so cute

thank you for reading!! 💙

[yeonjunssoobin]

Txt as your boyfriend

Yeonjun:

○ Is obsessed with every part of partner.

○ loves to take photos of you

○ You are his muse

○ He steals your clothes and would love if you stole his too

○ Couple Outfits

○ little spoon but won't admit it

○ Is a hardworker because he wants to provide for you and your future together

○ he would prefer if you didn't have a job further in the relationship but would support you if you did

○ His deal breaker is laziness

○ He definitely sees kids in your guy's future

○ would try to convince you to dress up as Nick and Judy for Halloween

○ Cinema dates are his favourite!!

○ Will hardcore flirt with you but if you reciprocate he's gonna be red faced and a mess

○ He'd be the type to date bi people and would be the type to be like "Oh you like girls?? TWINS"

Soobin

○ was super shy when you flirted with him for the first time

○ needs encouragement

○ he forces you to watch the notebook and titantic

○ is a very sentimental person, so much so that he keeps every gift you give him

○ loves to receive flowers and his ears go bright red every time

○ he loves to hold hands with you in private

○ he never fails to blush when you kiss him

○ always asks permission before he kisses you

○ baby girl coded

○ lowkey likes being called pretty boy

○ lazy dates (Gaming and baking)

○ The type to thank you 1000s of times when you cook for him

○ He overreacts when you are sick

○ he writes you little love notes and puts them in a jar for when he goes on tour

○ He's dramatic when he's sick and is convinced he's gonna die

○ He talks the most about marriage

○ Wants at least one baby

○ He gets so shy when you wear his clothes bc they are so big on you!!

○ Likes to act sexy and gets mad when you call him cute.

○ if you tell him you like a certain character he literally searches for merch for them anytime he is in a store

Beomgyu

○ You have to physically pry him away from Pet Centres

○ Gaming dates

○ Likes when you play with his hair

○ He likes to prank you all the time

○ He is such a troll

○ He teases you every time you say you love him

○ He bursts out laughing whenever you fall but if you are actually hurt he would apologise and help you

○ If he notices his teasing is going too far your actually uncomfortable he will stop and apologise

○ He'd be the type of person to say no whenever you ask him to grab you snack and then he'd throw it at you two seconds later bc he already knew you wanted it

○ You are his Muse 2.0

○ Sometimes gets very emotional and needs to tell you he loves you

○ Loves to cuddle in bed

○ He doesn't like to share his things but he's trying to work on it

○ Asks to borrow your clothes because he wants to know what he looks like in feminine clothing

○ Amusment Park date

○ Doesn't see kids in his future he would much rather have animals

○ He would definitely give you a promise ring

○ Jealous especially if you are touching Taehyun

○ He hates mornings and is very whining

○ If you cook dinner he washes up without you asking him too!

○ Sends memes while he's working because he knows you miss him

○ Very impulsive, you guys eloped like 2 years after dating

○ Beomgyu buys anything that reminds him of you

○ he likes to call you sweetheart

Taehyun

○ definitely made the first move

○ you were friends for a long time before you started dating

○ if he needs advice with love he goes to Yeonjun

○ he shows his love by taking care of you and making sure you eat and sleep

○ he loves to cook for you

○ definitely the type of guy to surprise you with flowers

○ Likes to show off his muscles

○ daily fun facts with taehyun

○ prefers hugs over kisses

○ Likes too see you when he kisses you

○ Big spoon and give soft kisses

○ Doesn't like PDA

○ finds it hard to express his feelings

○ At home dates where he teaches you to cook

○ Secret picnic dates

○ Wants you keep healthy and encourages you too work out

○ Demi-romantic?

○ he feels like he doesn't deserve you sometimes

Kai

○ is very insecure and needs reassurance

○ he is a very clingy person

○ Loves every type of physical contact

○ He is not afraid of PDA

○ Likes to touch you at all times

○ he buys you stuffed animals

○ has those apps where you feed animals and raise pets together

○ is the best at comforting his partner

○ Over Over reacts whenever you are sick

○ What was his name again? Did you just call me kai? I thought his name was Babe

○ calls you every petname under the sun

○ he brags about every little thing you do

○ he writes in a diary about you

○ he practices flirting in a mirror

○ he'll show you all his plushies

○ impulsively buys gifts for you

○ makes you a care basket when your on your period

○ giggles every time you message him

○ plays his piano and guitar for you and tries to teach you how to play

○ messages you while you are working

○ always tells you he loves you

○ he wants you to meet his family pretty early in the relationship

○ he would date a bi person

○ gets jealous pretty easily

○ Likes to take you out on fancy dates

[jqmalikhsgib]

planets aligned

note: this is for my plus size readers! as a plus size woman myself, we deserve more representation!!!

one

you groaned as your alarm goes off. you reach over to slam your hand against the machine, but you couldn’t find the button. you frowned with your eyes closed until you felt someone turning in the bed.

you turned slowly to find your ex boyfriend cuddled up to you. you remember the events of last night. both of you had got really drunk, talking and laughing about the past. you remember the paparazzi yelling at you when you left the club that night, holding hands with trey.

you groaned once more before getting up and finding your clothes scattered all over the bed. quickly grabbing them, you rushed to get dressed before leaving his hotel room. you put on your shades, knowing the paps are most likely waiting for you outside.

when you spot them you groan once more before walking out the building.

“yn! yn! yn!”

“yn, what does this mean for you and trey?”

“are you and trey back together?”

“she we be expecting a wedding soon?”

you ignore every last question. thankfully your best friend was outside waiting for you. you didn’t even have to call.

you hop in the car quickly before she drives off and hands you a coffee. “you’re a lifesaver!”

“none of that. what were you thinking?! trey? seriously? you went home to him of all people?”

you frowned. you knew exactly why she was upset. trey had cheated on you for the whole two years you were together. he was a dick and mentally abused you for half of your relationship. he’s the reason why you’re so insecure about your body. for so long, many people have called you fat, you never really battered an eye. when trey did it, you became shy, closed off, started wearing baggy clothes, quit multiple modeling jobs, you became super depressed. your best friend was the one to pick up the pieces. if it wasn’t for her you’d probably end your entire career and move back home to your parents house, who cut you off until you come to your senses and quit this modeling nonsense.

of course if you let that happen you’d let them win. besides, you were a very successful model! you earned way too much money and had millions of women who adored you to pieces. you were one of the few faces to plus size and bigger women who struggled with their confidence because of bullies and internet trolls who had nothing better to do than harass a woman for being comfortable in her skin.

you enjoyed your career and your fanbase. you weren’t about to let some loser like trey or your parents take this way from you.

“i know, fariah, i know! i wasn’t thinking. i was drunk and horny. trust me, im kicking myself already.” you sigh.

“you better be lucky i explain to your date that it was an idiotic mistake and it’ll never happen again. he agreed to still meet you.”

you shook your head aggressively. “absolutely not! im not going on a date with another one of your boyfriends, friends. they’ve all been a total disaster, fariah. i have no idea jason had friends like that. you seriously need to tell him to hang out with better people.” you state.

“confessions? they’re more like jason’s brothers, friends.”

“that explains a lot then! jason’s brothers a dick.”

“come on! one more date, please? if this one turns out to be a dick, no more!”

“fine! what’s his name?”

“preston.”

“he sounds like an asshole! but i’ll give it a shot! no more after this, though! please?”

“cross my heart.”

you’d been at the restaurant you were suppose to meet this preston guy. it had been an hour since you’ve sat down, waiting. you roll your eyes, realizing you’d been stood up.

finally getting the courage to sit up and head to the bar, you ordered a drink. you were extremely embarrassed. you felt like everyone was staring at you.

in that moment you decided to give up on love and just stay single forever. every guy you’ve dated had been boys men who clearly had commitment issues or simply just assholes who didn’t know how to please a woman.

your sex life was completely sad and dull. most men just wanted to get off. they couldn’t care less about making another woman cum. it had been a while since a man has made you orgasm.

that wasn’t the biggest issue, though. you were just tired of getting your heart broken. you’d let someone in, they show you love and affection for a few weeks, suddenly they act like you don’t exist. it was exhausting!

you wanted—needed something more.

“penny for your thoughts?” you turned. you were about to tell the guy to leave you the hell alone but, he was none other than eddie munson.

you remember having multiple corroded coffin poster on your wall back home. you loved corroded coffin! your parents hated listening to them. they were into classical music and never understood why you listened to such ‘trash’ music.

you didn’t understand why you liked them either. you weren’t much of a heavy metal fan, but they sounded amazing. not to mention, eddie was your celebrity crush. he was handsome with his long dark hair, leather jacket, the multiple rings he’d wear, the guy-liner, most importantly, the tattoos and piercings. god, he was the most attractive man you’d ever seen.

you were ten when you started listening to corroded coffin. eddie was twenty-six. now you were twenty-six and you knew he was in his early forties.

but eddie was still handsome as ever. though today he didn’t have long wavy hair. instead he had somewhat of a bold cut. it suited him, honestly.

he definitely had more muscle on him, his facial hair was coming in slightly, he dressed a little more the same, currently wearing a black sabbath t-shirt. he looked amazing.

“you okay there, pretty girl?”

pretty girl?! holy shit!

“uh—yeah it’s just—you’re eddie munson.”

eddie chuckles. “that’s correct! but you’re yn yln! everyone adores you. including my daughter.”

“oh? she a fan, huh?”

“yeah! all she talk about is you. ‘daddy, yn posted another photo!’ ‘dad, yn commented on my post!’ ‘oh, yn is going to paris. could we go too, daddy?!’ she likes you more than me.”

yn giggles.

“well she should adore you! i use to listen to corroded coffin all the time growing up. my parents hated my ‘loud ass music’ but i couldn’t get enough. i still listen to you guys when i need to just feel, you know?”

“hmm, i completely understand, darlin. so i take it you’re a huge fan?”

“you’re kiddin right?! absolutely. i had the biggest crush on yo—” before you could stop yourself, you groan.

eddie smirks. “yeah? was crushin on me hard, sweetheart?”

“god, please tell me i can rewind that and start over?”

“don’t think that’s how that works, baby. but if it makes you feel any better, im crushin on you now.”

suddenly the room gets significantly hotter. eddie runs his hands against your cheek. “i got a hotel room right above the restaurant. why don’t we head up there?”

you hum as eddie grabs your hand and you both head to the elevator.

the very next day you woke up to another alarm. immediately getting deja vu you shot up. when you turned you heard the bathroom door open. when eddie munson walks out he had a towel wrapped around his waist and he smirks at you.

“good morning, baby. slept good last night?”

you blush when you think about the events of last night. eddie had made you cum a number of times. you lost count after three. he’d been the best sex you’ve ever had in a long time. and the aftercare, fuck! he was such a gentleman. your brain soon starts to fumble though. you knew this was probably a one time thing.

eddie hasn’t dated since his ex wife died, leaving him with a daughter to raise on his own. you didn’t expect anything else from him.

“yeah! it was great.”

you give him a fake smile before looking for your clothes. once you found them, you got up and started to put them on. eddie frowns.

“what are you doing, baby?”

“i get this was a one time thing. i don’t wanna waste anymore of your time. im just gonna head out.”

“hey! first, you don’t need to go, okay? second, i had a great time with you, and lastly, who said anything about a one time thing?”

“i just assumed you wanted me gone. i don’t know. most guys expect me to leave right after. guess im use to it.” you shrugged your shoulders.

eddie shakes his head. “those are little boys, darlin! im a grown ass man, alright! i definitely wanna keep seeing you. maybe take you on a few dates, get to know each other better, possibly start a real relationship, baby.”

you smiled widely. “yeah?”

“mhm! now take that goddamn bra off and let’s me order some room service and possibly fuck you some more, yeah?” eddie walks over to you and kisses you passionately.

“okay!”

“good girl.” he smirks as you shiver.

[yanderes-galore]

Not requested but on this blog I want to indulge so that is what I will do! Dirk is in progress, I'm almost done Act 5 so soon I will start Act 6. For now, I give you this to test the waters and because I really want to write for the Trolls. (Been awhile since I've written for the sake of just me so I hope you enjoy me pouring my pent up thoughts about this series- I'll accept feedback) Barely proofread, we die like men.

Alphabet Used Here

Spoiler Warning for both sub-acts of Act 5 probably. This also contains triggering themes so read the warnings before reading.

Yandere Alphabet - Gamzee Makara ♑️

Pairing: Matesprit ❤️(Romantic)

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Murder, Sadism, Clingy behavior, Obsession, Manipulation, Worshipping, Violence, Grotesque descriptions, Unhinged Gamzee (What's New?), Kidnapping, Dubious into Forced relationship, Blood, Delusional behavior mentioned, Mentions of keeping a corpse, Stalking implied, Decapitation, Implied nercrophillia but I don't go into it for obvious reasons, Death, Breaking of bones.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

For the most part Gamzee is just so caring. He's good-natured and very dedicated to the friendships he has. When it comes to his darling he'd listen to them for the most part, even consulting them about their emotional problems.

He'd be incredibly affectionate towards you as his Matesprit. He seems touch starved due to his upbringing and would cling to you at every chance he gets. Before his breakdown he's a fine yandere to be around, often just trying to lay with you for cuddles and maybe lazy kisses. He's docile... easy to deal with.

AFTER his breakdown, it's a living hell. He goes from being one of the easiest Homestuck yanderes to deal with to one of the hardest.

He's more likely to kill and torment those around him, including his darling in this state.

Just listen to him... don't provoke him... and you may just be alright-

Maybe....

Long story short, he can get intense either way.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Pre-Breakdown! Gamzee wouldn't really get messy. Don't get me wrong, he's CAPABLE of it, but the bloodlust isn't there.

That is until he realizes his Matesprit may just be in danger. The gloves are off then.

Before his breakdown, Gamzee needs a motive to get messy.

Post-Breakdown! Gamzee will just get messy for the fun of it. He loves to see blood fly like a pretty rainbow.

He would club people's heads in just to see their skulls crack. If they were involved with his Matesprit or not doesn't matter. Afterwards he'll approach you, blood cascading from him in all sorts of colors.

He'll giggle at you, honking at unpredictable volumes before wrapping himself around you...

His Matesprit.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Gamzee normally treats you well. He wouldn't mock you, he loves you too much for that. He wants to hold you and never let you go. He likes how warm you feel against him.

In captivity he'd treat you the same as usual. He holds you close and often presses kisses to you in various spaces. He's lazy with his affection but not in the form of neglecting you it, he likes it slow.

After his breakdown, it's horrible. His "affection" is rough and forced. He's feral in this state almost. After his breakdown he'd definitely mock you and tease you. He's a Purple Blood, he deserves your respect.

He's sadistic after he kidnaps you, dragging you to a secluded spot to keep you after smashing your head with a club. He knows you're his Matesprit still he's just twisted about it.

He becomes strangely obsessive about obedience in this state. The longer you're around this Gamzee, the more you miss the old one.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Before his breakdown, no. Gamzee wants you to keep your free will! He loves you, while he gets jealous sometimes he tries to allow you to do your own thing.

Afterwards, yes. He does pretty much everything against your will after his breakdown.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Before his breakdown I'd say a lot. Even after his breakdown he still does... just completely insane.

Gamzee is very attached to you as a Matesprit. He wants to give you everything he can before his breakdown. He wants to be there for you and you to be there for him.

After his breakdown it's either less or extremely deluded. He still wants to do things for you... but he mostly wants you to do things for him.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Normally Gamzee wouldn't understand it. Why are you so upset? It's that or he just takes it as some sort of game and plays along. He doesn't entirely take it seriously.

After his breakdown Gamzee tolerance for this is at an all time low. He'll say it's cute but then try to force you back under his control. If you don't kneel... he'll make you kneel by breaking your bones.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Gamzee likes games but his red feelings for you are no game! He doesn't understand why you try to escape and tries to calm you the best he can. Like a Matesprit should!

After his breakdown Gamzee may indulge in the chase and hunt, then drag you back and punish you for trying that.

Running from your Matesprit... just what were you thinking?

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

When he eventually has his breakdown. What's worse than Gamzee running around and slaughtering all your friends then hunting you covered in their blood?

Maybe it's when he breaks your bones and makes you bleed for disobeying him?

That, or the high probability of your own death.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Gamzee in general just wants to pursue Matespritship with you. Be you human or troll, he doesn't mind. All he knows is he loves you.

He considers starting a life with you off his sopor slime addiction. Honestly you may be the only one who can tame the rage in his genes. Thinking of the future with you is a bit difficult...

But he's fine as long as he has you.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Gamzee is normally really chill. If he did get jealous he could probably cope. You're destined to be Matesprits anyways, that's what his Mirthful Messiahs promised him!

If someone was trying to express red feelings for you too, however...

Gamzee doesn't mind talking to them... maybe even a little threat with one of his juggling clubs.

After his breakdown, he no longer copes. He's going to decapitate someone or just bash them in with his weapon.

It's disrespectful to take his Matesprit, isn't it?

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Affectionate. Normally Gamzee clings to you when he sees you and acts really relaxed. Around you he is less inclined to take sopor slime and feels really happy. He doesn't mind PDA and just wants to show his Matesprit he loves them!

If you need to talk to him about something, he's all ears. He loves to try and help you and is even a bit silly at times. He's just... a lovable Matesprit.

After his breakdown Gamzee is just intimidating with his darling. He isn't as openly caring. He cares way more about killing those around you than anything else. He doesn't even mind being a threat to you himself as he gets so deranged.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Gamzee becomes friends with you at first. He doesn't mind placing you in the pale quadrant for now until he starts developing red feelings.

Gamzee will begin to realize he has red feelings for you the more he interacts with you. Be it through a chatting program or beside each other... Gamzee realizes he likes your attention.

He loves the idea of just... chilling with you.

You must be made for him! It's a MIRACLE you've met!

You are destined to be Matesprits, aren't you?

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Well... with Gamzee it's hard to say.

After his breakdown, obviously.

Before it... not really anything too noticeable.

Other than the obsessive need to know about you and ask for you to be his Matesprit/the affection I suppose.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Normally, Gamzee wouldn't punish you.

Breakdown! Gamzee would. Which would include a great amount of pain, or possibly death by clubbing.

How much did you piss him off?

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Normal Gamzee, none.

Breakdown! Gamzee, nearly everything.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He's patient normally until his breakdown, then his patience is thin.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Normal Gamzee, not really. You may just push him more into his slime addiction if you left before he tried to find you. He may just REACH his breakdown if you left.

If you died, Gamzee grieves heavily. Suddenly... he wonders why he was given such a cruel outcome.

Breakdown! Gamzee won't tolerate you leaving. Either way you'd be dead. He doesn't grieve, either. No... he carries on.

You're still his Matesprit! Even as a beheaded corpse! Really, what will change?

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Gamzee may feel bad at first but wouldn't let you go. It is what it is, right? You're Matesprits now.

Breakdown! Gamzee doesn't care. He would still not let you go and does not feel bad in the slightest.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

His Lusus was never really home and he was essentially just left to raise himself. He's always been alone. So... that could cause the obsessive need for a Matesprit possibly.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Gamzee would try to console you. He actually likes to mediate emotional issues for friends, like Karkat.

How could he not help his Matesprit out emotionally? He wants to help you the best he can!

Breakdown! Gamzee probably takes some sort of pleasure from it. He'd lick your tears or something, probably.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He's likely kill his darling and keep their corpse after his breakdown. We've all seen what that leads to... unfortunately.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

It's easy to get space from normal Gamzee. He loves you and wants you to have freedoms. So... nothing much.

Breakdown! Gamzee... no chance.

Maybe extreme affection?

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Normally, no, never.

Post-breakdown? Yes. To the point of death.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He's worship you like a religious gift. He is a worship yandere at times and would go to great lengths to keep you in general.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He could pine for awhile... not too long, though.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Normally, no, never.

Post-breakdown? In every way possible and maybe even more

[davekat-sucks]

Something that seems to attract the Davekat shipping is how the two can help each other from their trauma, at least that's what it seems to look like. But tbh I'm not seeing how their experiences help each other get better. If anything Karkat would do better healing from his trauma with a different human, since Dave is so closed off from his trauma. But no they're just awkward and closed off emotionally any time they are together. Anything else they're just arguing like friends.

Idfk who would help best, but at this rate Dave and Karkat are just platonic buddies who probably helped each other forget their problems for a while on the comet. As if friends can't cuddle and play together. No, it has to be romantic because what is the point otherwise!

Friendships of any kind does not exist in the Homestuck fandom. Everybody has to fuck with someone while also not actually fucking. Considering that Karkat was a leader of his troll session to parallel John, I would think John would also be the one to help Karkat the most. They were the closest of human and troll interaction out of everyone else. And yet, Post Retcon and fandom make it seem like they are total strangers to one another. But yeah, I'm not seeing how their experiences can help each other out. Karkat is upset that most of his friends had died and felt like a horrible leader. How would Dave help in that regard? Dave doesn't have any closer connection to the other trolls that had died besides maybe Tavros and Equius. Would he even sympathize that good trolls like Nepeta and Feferi didn't deserve it? Dave himself isn't a leader either, it's John. And Dave barely did much to lead besides maybe his dead Dave selves, but now he is seldom on doing that again. How would Karkat even help Dave for things like the issues with Bro? Even if his friends would technically be siblings in the troll incestuous slurry, Karkat doesn't exactly have a brother brother blood ectobiology connection like Dave, Bro, and Dirk. And all of the trolls are the same age as him. The only difference is in status of the hemospectrum and power from highbloods, but it doesn't really equate to how Bro was the guardian and raising Dave in preparation for Sburb. Trolls may not be the right person to talk about how a person is raised if their planet conditioned everyone that child soldiers is a good thing. Karkat may be a mutantblood, but this dude had a dream too in being part of the system despite his blood. But fanon and Pesterquest, make it out like he is in constant danger that he could never reach that dream.

[clemnchai]

Modern Ellie x blk! reader headcannons ♡

- she’s a SIMP. puts up a front but everyone knows. she’s a lover girl she can’t help it. dina and jesse make fun of her for it but she just loves you and believes you deserve to be loved outwardly. always holding your hand in public and kissing your forehead. if you’re out and you want kisses she’ll gladly provide— even if there are others around. “gimme’ kiss baby” she smushes ur cheeks together to form a cute pout and leans in to give you a multitude of wet, quick smooches.

- before you guys confessed to each other she had the biggest crush on you. everyone knew but you.

- she loves your hair. could watch you do your hair for hours even if you have oil dripping down your face and ur hairs half done. thinks you look so pretty:( if you ever want to change up your hair she’ll try her best to help and ask questions so she knows how to do it later. she watches youtube videos and studies how to do different hairstyles 😭 if you’re doing box braids she’ll literally beg to try to help. “lemme try, i’ve been practicing babe.” she says with a proud grin on her face. “oh yea? who’ve you been practicing on hm?” you looked at her with a side eye as you finish one of the last braids and prep to start a new one. “on myself and dina taught me some things too— cmon. lemme just do one.” you wanted to tell her that her and dina’s hair were different from yours but she looked so excited. when she’s finished with the braid, she looks so proud. “see, told you i could do it. you know how skilled these fingers are.” she says teasingly. “yea yea, good job baby” you say and give her a validating kiss on the cheek.

-she helps you oil your scalp while you sit in between her legs while watching a movie.

- watches dumb cartoons with you and gets weirdly invested?? loves snuggling with you at night and watching stupid tv like south park.

-dog person, but you made her a cat lover!! can just imagine her hating cats, but when she meets your kitty and sees how much you love it, she can’t not love it as well. when you first introduce her to ur cat, i can see her giving it a side eye while it just rubs and cuddles against her—eventually she cracks. now you call it you guys’ baby:(

- super emotionally intelligent and perceptive. she knows how you’re feeling before you do. loves reassuring her baby and making you feel better. if you’re feeling sad she’ll put on your favorite cartoon and stroke your hair hair to calm you down. also makes dumb jokes to make you laugh. “hey, look babe, s’its joel” she points at the screen to an old troll caricature. she looks down and grins when she sees your giggly face.

-buys you plushies and little collectibles that remind her of you:(

- most definitely a munch

-i hc ellie as a soft dom and stone top. she loves having control over you. loves that you trust her so much that you let her handle all your problems😕 her preferred way to fuck you is with her strap. she loves the way your eyes well up with tears and how sensitive u get when she fucks you. if you’re feeling extra subby, she’ll give you your favorite plushie to hold while she makes you cream all over’ her strap :(( talks you through it too. “yea, y’like that hm? like when daddy fucks you like this? only i can fuck you right.” “need you to cum for me, pretty girl. can you do that f’me?” “that’s right. good girl. my good girl.” ♡

- her favorite pet names to call you are pretty girl, babe, baby, bubs, and honey 💘

-her love language is acts of service!! need your desk built? done. hungry? food already ordered. sick? she’s running you a bath.

-can be temperamental and mean to everyone else but always so so sweet to you<3

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

Fireflies Over The Wall - Chapter 1

Relationship: The Bell Keeper & Meiri (Original character)

Summary: "The troll brought with herself, every night without a fault, a baby.

Every night, she placed it upon the grass, and pointed upwards, showing her baby the stars and constellations. Showing her baby the fireflies.

Holding it tight. Cuddling with it. Making sure it saw the beauty the world had to offer. He had never considered himself a sentimental man. Yet this image, for some reason, never failed to make him return home feeling something gaping and void inside of himself.

Every one of his former coworkers must have returned to their families.

Who would Edmund return to when he could work no more?

What would give him a reason to get out of bed when the fireflies were no longer enough?"

An OC's origin story as well as a Bell Keeper character study, because this character is much more fascinating than I'd been giving him credit for.

Notes: So so happy to be able to share this with you guys!!! I'm afraid Meiri doesn't actually show up yet (this one is more of a prologue than anything), but my girl will be in the next chapter. And then every other one after that.

Chapter titles will all come from songs in my Meiri playlist, either because they represent her or her relationship to the Bell Keeper. Today's is from The Moon Will Sing, by the Crane Wives.

Also, this fic uses 'Edmund' as the Bell Keeper's name.

Hope you enjoy!

Chapter title: I could have been anyone, anyone else

Read it on ao3

They used to be an army of bell keepers. And how foolish they had been. He had been very young when the Patrol put out a drafting call to replace their keepers, who were now of advanced age and ready for their much deserved rest; naturally, like any young person, he had believed it when told that he, too, could be a hero. That he could be useful to his town. That he could do good, could make a change. But even the more well-seasoned people seemed to have believed in the Patrol’s point of view. They had believed it as they volunteered, they had believed during their training. But as soon as they were out to the field, the truth began slowly coming out. It always did, up close.

Many of them had quit as soon as the truth became evident: both the brutish ones who couldn’t stand not having anything to brag about and the ones who were far too ethical to continue working for a broken cause, contributing to a rotten system even if only in number.

But Edmund had remained.

He had remained because regardless of having been wrong about everything else, his parents had been right to say he had no idea what he wanted in life. He had remained because the bell keepers that remained were left to themselves without the Patrol bothering them and had a socially acceptable reason to live so far away from the bustle of the city centre.

He had remained because, at the end of the day, nothing had ever made him feel as alive as the midnight wind on his hair as he sat over the painfully obsolete stone wall and listened to the sound of each night critter. 

The fireflies that came out each night were his favourite part.

Most Trolbergians didn’t even know there were fireflies in the vicinity. For some reason, there weren’t any inside the city walls anymore. Maybe their habitat had been too heavily modified. Maybe they just couldn’t stand humans anymore. Either way, he felt a kinship with them and honoured that he was one of the few people in their surroundings who had the privilege of seeing them.

It probably sounded weird to any and everyone that ‘fireflies’ were what motivated him to keep doing his job. But lately he’d been grasping any reason he could find to get out of bed.

As a young man, it had been so easy to ignore what his job really was. He had been starting out in life, and needed a job to get away from a shitty home. The Safety Patrol had been recruiting and the gig had fit like a glove. He could get away from everything he hated and meet new people, make new friends all while being independent.

And it was like that for a long while. He had been happy. But rose coloured glasses never stay on for very long. The troll attacks they were supposed to warn about never came. Their superiors revealed themselves to be more biassed and paranoid each meeting. Library researches about the actual history of their city, not the sanitised version they learned at school but what had truly happened, at least as far as the serious historians were concerned, left him nauseous.

But he hadn’t felt like he was actively doing harm, so he remained. He even found out that he could do some good in there, turning lemons into lemonade and all of that stuff that was so much prettier in theory, even if his mind did tell him that willingly being part of a corrupt organisation necessarily meant being corrupt. But their numbers kept being cut. And cut. And cut.

Edmund lost friend after friend. Well, he didn’t lose them, per se, but it turns out he wasn’t that good at keeping contact with people he only moderately liked once they didn’t have to see each other every day anymore. Regardless of his feelings about them, though, they had been everything he had. Some of them had been too loud, some of them had been too inconvenient, but they had all been united by having similar experiences and routines, and it had been the first time in Ed’s life he had had that. Relating to people, he had found, was very powerful.

Not only that, but all of them were people who were now jobless, having to resort to gods-knew-what to make ends meet. And all because their Patrol, while growing more vigilant and overprotective each and every day, also controversially decided that patrolling the walls isn’t that important, actually.

Like they were waiting for a fight.

Like they were hoping for it.

Yet, for some reason, they didn’t send him away.

And so, once again, Edmund remained. And he sat to watch the fireflies for another night.

There had been something else, however, that had been catching his attention lately. Something so beautiful and mind boggling that it made him question all of his fine Trolbergian education. 

He’d seen trolls before. Many times, in fact. Both the inaccurate and frankly offensive caricatures they were shown during training and actual trolls, always walking near the wall picking a thing or another up from the ground, but never getting dangerously close. They’re like wild animals, their superior would tell them. And they were. In the sense that they were far more scared of the keepers than the keepers were of trolls.

One seemed to have gotten relatively comfortable around the area he patrolled, though. Because this big, strong troll had begun going to that spot more and more often, holding something so precious that surely she wouldn’t take it anywhere she didn’t feel safe.

The troll brought with herself, every night without a fault, a baby.

The baby troll was still very small. It fit in the palm of the mother’s (he was assuming it was a mother, at least) hand. Every night, she placed it upon the grass, and pointed upwards, showing her baby the stars and constellations. Showing her baby the fireflies.

Holding it tight. Cuddling with it. Making sure it saw the beauty the world had to offer. He had never considered himself a sentimental man. Yet this image, for some reason, never failed to make him return home feeling something gaping and void inside of himself. 

Every one of his former coworkers must have returned to their families.

Who would Edmund return to when he could work no more?

What would give him a reason to get out of bed when the fireflies were no longer enough?

He sighed impatiently, munching on the last bit of his cucumber sandwich. They were never as good as the ones he ate as a child, and he never stopped being annoyed at that.

And that, he thought as he groaned, deciding to keep walking around the monitored area so that he didn’t have to keep looking at the happy troll family, was why you should never reflect on your life after nine in the evening.

…......

He had met Kaisa when he had been studying during his training, and she’d been a trainee at the library. They hadn’t had much contact other than him asking where he could find the books he wanted, and being slightly terrified of how quickly she could find them, but for a while, that had been it. But whoever she’d been working for (or trying to earn a job from, at least) had clearly wanted a little more than someone who could find books with ease. He’d figured that much out when, during one of his first days as a keeper, he caught the young woman trying to sneak past the wall after the curfew.

She was five years younger than him, but neither that nor the position he’d caught her in had earned him the slightest bit of respect from her. Even as she was questioned about her intentions, she showed clear signs of believing <em>she</em> had the upper hand. That first night, he got no clue as to why, nor any answers to his questions. But it kept happening. She kept going past the wall and coming back with bundles of gods-knew-what, and he was tired and not paid enough to care. 

That seemed to have been the right course of action, because on one particular night, during which they’d made very obvious eye contact as she snuck out and he’d told her ‘have a nice trip, see ya later’, she sat down with him after coming back and actually talked. Not everything, of course, not all at once. But she’d returned in the small hours of the morning and sat by his side on the wall and explained that the someone who she was working for wanted herbs that could only be found on the other side of the wall, and that same someone always sent the younger recruits to get them. 

He couldn’t think of anything else to do other than to shrug it off. Sure, he supposed. That might as well happen.

The woman started doing that more and more, and their late night chats resulted in the forming of a bond and even a friendship over time. Kaisa was promoted (he hadn’t been sure what to, since to him she was still just the librarian at the time, but apparently there was promoting involved) and they decided to keep their weekly meetings, except elsewhere and some other time of the day that wasn’t the dead of night.

So, like the two gay people they were, they chose brunch.

The bell on top of the door of their preferred coffee shop jingled as Edmund walked in, seeing that Kaisa had already grabbed them a table in the back. Very helpfully, she seemed to have ordered them a pot of black coffee already as well, the type that came with infinite refills. Great. He was going to need it that day.

“You look like shit.” Was her lovely, kind greeting, sweetheart that she was. 

“Thanks, it’s the night shifts.” He draped his large yellow coat over the back of his chair before sitting down on it. It was hardly ever cold enough to justify wearing it, but it was comfortable and he liked the feeling of hiding underneath its volume. Kaisa had teased him for it before, but it wasn’t like Miss Cape had any ground to stand on. “They’re helping me cultivate this lovely dark shade under my eyes.”

“Have you coined a name for it yet?”

“I call it ‘The Void of No Return’, which is where someone is going if she doesn’t get her shit together in a year, hmm?”

The librarian flipped him off and didn’t even try to tell him she was working on it.

“I work during the nights too.” She said instead. “You don’t see me looking like a vampire with major depression, though.”

Out of all of the entertaining answers he could give to that, he surprisingly chose the least mean. “You’re a witch, aren’t you undead or something?”

She only rolled her eyes at him, knowing that at that point he knew very well how witches worked (tip: not like that).

They looked over the menu only to end up ordering the exact same combo they always did, sharing an amount of assorted foods that was meant to feed a party of at least three.

“Jokes aside, though.” Kaisa said halfway through the meal, spreading syrup on a waffle and using it as an excuse to not look at him as she went through the terrifying ordeal of expressing genuine affection. “Are you doing alright? Can I help you with something?”

Edmund shifted in his seat as he tried to deal with the even worse ordeal of Accepting The Care Being Offered. “I’m alright. Just going through my midlife crisis, I guess.”

“Please tell me you don’t plan on dying at fucking sixty, Edmund.”

“You never know, I lead a wild life.”

Kaisa glared at him with the combined lack of amusement of someone who knew his life consisted of an endless cycle of walking the wall and going to sleep, and of someone who didn’t want to even hear about the possibility of his early death. He sighed and sank back on his seat, toying with the eggs and bacon on his plate.

“I don’t know, I guess I feel lonely.”

She quirked an eyebrow, not having expected him to actually open up nor for this to be the issue. “Lonely?”

“Yeah. Guess it’s normal, I mean. The few coworkers I still have, well, we don’t cross paths all that much. And I don’t really <em>care</em>, you know? The only person I really talk to and go out with is you-”

Kaisa lifted her coffee cup up in a ‘cheers, I’ll drink to that’ gesture.

“- but other than that I don’t really have any ties in life. No one… no one to fall back into, I suppose. No one to catch. No one to think I’d like to do anything for. And it’s okay to live like this.”

He looked at her, now gesticulating in the rare way that he only ever did when he didn’t know how to word something. Which was probably the right situation, since Kaisa had no idea what the hell he was going on about, and it must have shown in her eyes.

“It’s okay to live like this.” He repeated, sounding like he was trying to win an argument. “But I’m wondering for the first time if it’s what I want. ‘Cause when I get to the end of my days, I don’t know what I will have done in life to be proud of.”

“You will have guarded a useless wall, duh.”

“Exactly!” He said energetically, startling the librarian who had only been trying to get in his nerves. “I just… see this one troll every night, she brings her baby to lie down near the ‘shrooms. And she looks so happy, and Kaisa, she’s a troll. But even then, I think she’s more at peace than I have ever felt!”

“Well, obviously, Edmund. She doesn’t pay rent.”

“You’re being thick on purpose!”

“No, I’m genuinely trying to understand.” She kind of was, too. She’d known this man for over a decade and he rarely let his guts spill like that. Unfortunately, his guts seemed to be in a foreign language she did not speak. “Be more direct and maybe I’ll get it: what do you wish you had that you don’t?”

Apparently he was caught by surprise, because he kept his gaze on her face but didn’t answer. His usually stern face looked crestfallen.

“I wish I knew that, Kaisa.”

Well, damn.

“Okay.” She tried again. “What would you feel better if you had?”

Somewhy the different wording seemed to have triggered his thinking. 

“Something to dedicate myself to that isn’t a job I don’t even see a point in.”

Kaisa nodded, finding that a perfectly reasonable answer, actually, but he rubbed his chin and then added:

“Someone. I don’t want a hobby or a new graduation or something. I want to want to be around someone else. Isn’t it kinda fucked that we don’t?”

Too reasonable, the alarm bells in Kaisa’s mind rang. Too reasonable and understandable. Let’s shift this away from us.

“And the troll baby makes you emotional?” She asked instead of looking further inside herself, like a closet full of old stuff she did not want to sort through and kept putting it off for a later date. Edmund shrugged.

“I guess so.”

“Well.” Kaisa lowered her voice and leaned forward conspiratorially. “That has a name, you know?”

Edmund didn’t fall for it, remaining right where he was and keeping his voice at a normal volume, even if he did expect her to say something even remotely related to the occult. “Does it, now?”

“Yeah. It’s an ancient curse called ‘baby fever’. Yikes.”

He rolled his eyes and huffed, crossing his arms as she smiled smugly at him. “Nah, I don’t think that’s it.”

“Because you know it is?”

“Because I know I can’t have a kid.”

“Congrats on coming out, king.”

He briefly entertained the idea of spilling his coffee on her, but quickly decided it was too mean even for him and that he didn’t want the cafe staff to cordially invite him out.

“I’m serious, Kaisa.” The words were taken as such for once, and she stood up straight as she heard him out sincerely. “I work a full time job, day and night sometimes. I’ve no one to go to for help should I need it-”

He held a hand up when it was clear she was going to interrupt with an offended interjection at that sentence, and was allowed to continue speaking. 

“I never really learned how to keep a relationship. Not platonic, not romantic, and certainly not with family members. My house is so small that sometimes people think it’s just a well kept storage cabin. The hell would living with me do to a kid? The best of parents will hurt their children in some way or other. I ain’t sure I should be trusted with myself, let alone a child!”

Unfortunately, Kaisa seemed to actually consider his concerns, instead of laughing them off. He would have been pissed, but at least that reaction would have made his troubles feel less real. Damn her misplaced consideration for his feelings.

“I think.” Kaisa began, looking down at the food spread on their table instead of at him, meaning she was giving real weight to what she was saying. “That not a single adult feels ready to be a parent, and not a single parent feels like they’re doing all they should. But in the end, they try, and they reflect on what they did right and wrong, and they choose what to keep and what to adapt. And I think that really, the only thing that makes you a truly bad parent is never being able to admit the possibility of being one. That, and not really wanting your kid. That would already mean you’re safe, wouldn’t it?”

Edmund remained silent. In an uncharacteristic move from her, Kaisa reached for his hand where it rested on the table, having found one of the only spots that wasn’t being occupied by food.

“I don’t know how much this is worth.” She smiled. “Since I don’t feel ready to be an adult, much less a mother either, but I’d trust you with a child, and you’d have me to help you with them should you ever choose to have one. I think the only part you’re missing is the one you’d actually have some trouble with.”

Edmund couldn’t help but smile in the face of the kind words, grateful he had someone who he could empathise with so deeply. She was a good woman. Had gotten him in some dangerous situations over the years, sure, but he couldn’t hope for a better friend.

“And what would that be?” He asked, hoping his moustache would hide his gentle smile. His answer came in a mockingly sweet singsong.

“Finding a boyfriend.”

“Oh, you mother-”

[eruden-writes]

Mega Replying to Feedback Thread

Sorry for not doing my usual replying to replies/comments/tags. D:

I'm hitting one of those weird emotional dips (probably thanks to the weather) so I'm dragging.

Anywho, this is long, so it's below the cut!

First, some from TUHP 24! ;P

@ironmentalitychaos

Thank you! This is why, considering their situation, Rayelle and Tai'dqei couldn't just go into afterglow mode. :(

They have shit to do and people to harangue them.

They'll talk in the next chapter.

@somebodysumbuddy

Perhaps, perhaps. Feelings or steamy.

TUHP 25 is already available on Patreon, sooo... :3

@handinclawedhanad

Rest ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

She'll get there. Eventually.

@vaya-writes

lol Thanks. I had fun writing this chapter.

They would've liked to explore the whole kissing thing without an audience, but what can you do? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The humans just trying to find a bit of reprieve, after some horror. That might be why they're just so intensely sleepover and gossip and thirsty?

@vincent-sinclair-deserved-better

lol Matchmaking on Rerli 3. Yautja went in for a fight and got flirted with.

We get into Tai'dqei's relationship with kids in the next chapter. Namely, whether he has any of his own or not. (And how yautja view parenting.)

@marbles-everywhere

Yes, rest ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

@boogeysmoth

lol I'm sorry it's taking so long for the next part to come out. But I'm glad you liked Part 24!

We'll see if there's talk or something else in the next chapter. ;3

@eevee-of-eternity

They'll get cuddles! ...eventually.

Now, moving on to other stories.

@vaya-writes

Oh good, he didn't seem too ooc, then. lol

Thank you!

I had to skim through Teeth to refresh my memory of Maktov and Thalia.

Definitely re-read material, imho, buuut I'm biased. :P

@moonshine-nightlight

There's more Teeth smut now!

I'm glad you enjoyed. <3

@somebodysumbuddy

Oh, someone likes Maktov. ;3

lol, thank you! He's a bit hard to write for, when it comes to smut, because he was so guarded in Teeth.

Been fun writing smut about him.

@yue-caelum

Thank you! 😘

@toebeans-mcgee

*offers towel?*

@yue-caelum

♥♥♥♥♥

@vaya-writes

Yeah, Rakash has issues concerning control and avoidance. Well, along with just vehemently not wanting to deal with his family or humans.

But yeah, you're not wrong.

@handinclawedhand

Haha, good, that's the reaction I wanted readers to have!

To be fair to Rakash, he's never been a father before - let alone a carer for half-human/half-troll children - and he does have issues. Not justifying his actions, but not all parents are perfect or 100% capable.

[sayakxmi]

could you write somethin about soljane where sollux tries to introduce jane to a game and shes kinda bad at it but shes trying her best or some shit

Welp, I did my best!

---------------

Let’s play that new fighting game, he said. It’s gonna be fun, he said.

Jane grits her teeth and fights the immense urge to throw away the controller. Dad didn’t raise no quitter, but dearest lord, she was beginning to seriously question things.

The asshole in question simply raises one eyebrow, and she knows his red-and-blue pupilless eyes are focused on her, rejoicing in her misery.

“Ready to give up?”

There’s a temptation here, for a moment. She could pout slightly, show him her teary eyes, and throw herself at Sollux, whining how it’s too hard, and she’s so sad, and give them both an excuse to cuddle, and him specifically to comfort her, like in one of these silly romcoms she’s watched so many of, but ironically, it’s that very idea that makes her even more determined to beat her boyfriend.

But god damn it, it *is* hard! Did Sollux put the settings on the hardest mode or did he hack it before she came here to make it so unreasonably difficult? Or maybe it’s something with the game? Her character only responds to half… 

the… 

commands.

Jane frowns. There’s no way.

She puts it to a small test, then, and looks at the screen with the sheer intensity she usually reserves for more delicate recipe steps, but after a few moments, when she assumes it’s safe to, she glances down and-

That motherfucker.

She’s not sure if she’s more annoyed by his attempt at pranking her or by his criminal lack of creativity.

Seriously, who does this guy think he’s dealing with?

But fine, you’re on, Mr. Captor. Non-creative prank for a non-creative prank.

Jane sighs, bowing her head and laying the controller next to the popcorn bowl.

“I think it’s enough for tonight,” she says. Exhaustion isn’t difficult to feign - she is pretty tired. “I’ll take a shower first, I hope you don’t mind!”

By his comically sad and wronged expression it’s clear this isn’t where he wanted things to go.

“It’s not even midnight,” he mutters, just like an insolent child in a similar situation would. “Come on, two more rounds?”

Jane rolls her eyes, already standing up.

“Two more, then maybe two more, then maybe another two, because the score is uneven, and suddenly it’s four in the morning!” She huffs, putting her hands on her hips, and her best ‘don’t argue with me’ expression on her face. “We’re meeting with others at ten, and we’re either going to oversleep or we’ll be dead tired when we show up! Don’t tell me it won’t end up like that! It always does! And no, we won’t be using psi to get anywhere faster! We almost hit a building the last time!”

Sollux frowns but doesn't argue… then smiles slyly.

“Alright, alright,” he says, standing up. 

There’s a quiet buzz and sparks dance around his horns, as well as the bowl that flies up to his shoulders, while the troll himself leans down a bit.

“Can I get a kiss for good behavior?”

Jane rolls her eyes once more, trying to fight off a smile. When he really wants to, Sollux can be quite cute.

It’s a quick kiss on the cheek. The asshole doesn’t deserve a bigger one.

------

Fighting off a grin is a bit of a challenge, and she gives Sollux the credit here - basic or not, pranks are exhilarating.

The living room is cleaned when she enters it, save for the game that is still on, and she snorts, because of course he'd try to coax her into playing, even if she's said it's enough for the day.

Dating a gamer is hard, it's hard and nobody understands.

…

Still, maybe now that Sollux isn't here to mess with her controller…

Of course she wins easily. A single-player mode, sure, but a victory nonetheless, the character does exactly what she tells them to.

And right as she chooses to fight the next opponent, there's a blood-curdling shriek that, even though expected, makes her jump a little.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?"

There's a zap, loud like a serious short circuit, and Sollux Captor appears at the entrance of the room in all of his disheveled and wet glory.

He did put his clothes on, though. A shame.

The look on his face is a weird mix of anger, bewilderment and horror, which almost makes her regret what she's done.

"Who the fuck did you kill!?" He asks, then, surprisingly, "isn't it illegal here or something? Did you hide the body properly at least?"

Jane blinks at him, looking away from his now cyan-tinted hair to look him in the bicolored eyes, before it clicks.

Oh. Oh shit. Whoops.

Sollux's eyes widen, as he clearly has the complementary realization.

"Oh. Right," he says, now much calmer but with clear embarrassment, before clearing his throat. "Yeah, uh."

She knows he's looking away, and another realization paints itself on his face.

"It's for the controller thing, isn't it."

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

There's a moment of silence that seems to drag out for hours before it's broken by two simultaneous bursts of laughter.

"That was stupid."

"You started!"

"I did!" He grins, ruffling his hair.

"It'll wash off in a few days, don't worry." Jane smiles.

"Cool…" He brings one of the wet strands to his eyes and frowns. "Not the worst look, though."

She chuckles at that, then.

"Sollux?"

"Yeah?"

"You're dripping onto the floor."

"Fuck."

[sunnisurrealism]

Hi Timmy,

im sorry for my brash previous post. i did not intend to direct the salty energy towards you, i guess towards the universe in general. the fact that the package with the first usb was not delivered was a tremendous blow to me today. i wouldn't say it was karma because i dont think you deserve this but it does seem like some sort of divine irony. when you were waiting around this was probably slowly occurring to you. literally what a fucking troll. i really hope the next one actually sends! i kept the tracking receipt this time.

im also sad today because the smoke from the forest fires might prevent us from going to Assinaboine. if we dont go i'll be hella disappointed. but its been multiple years now that i couldn't go because of the smoke... which only seems to be getting worse... .... this town Jasper in the northern rockies caught fire today. shit is getting more scary :( Alberta and BC is very susceptible to climate impacts.

i dont really know what else i have to say until the package arrives. i guess i thought the cake scene was a confirmation. in general we all faces problems being too hot to the gun, probably. gotta keep the long distance one way interesting somehow with some trolling. i think the Bad Ass Shitey Donk Shitlords sent the package back, only explanation to me.

anyways the most important part of the current package on the way is the new plot stuff. tbh tho i did already explain all the main points in a post a few days back, i just forgot the part about the flute from your spirit dad somehow after you see the snake and bull. therefore there really isnt anything new intellectually. i reread my meanest messages to you breaking down why it wasnt okay and how conditional things do make sense as an apology and to emphasize that i am truly really sorry :( it also includes the og notes / out take drawings of the TFBD (to be passed along to Grimes), some gifts for grimes, some geschenken for MB ^uwu^, and some gifts / a USB for elon. i know this is inconvenient for you to pass along gifts but tbh with the way it went down i knew i had to send you the notes and the usb i was planning on using for you was the one i used for elon but then i found an extra so tbh i just feel like i didnt have the capacity or money to send multiple packages so im kindly asking you to pass gifts along assuming you wont be up tight about it. i did include some voices notes on elon's USB just for him, but i included the one i originally recorded for him about Das Booble Zwei to catch him up on lore on your usb as well. if you are curious of the shit i said to him it's mostly me emphasizing that our strengths compliment one another, and the worst i said was that sometimes i have a hard time imagining timmy and i having sex together. that was like a month ago tho and i've been healing. so if you're curious that's the worst is said.

now that we are just waiting to see if the package sends idk what else i can do. i am really done and tired. im really happy to be in calgary where my mom can cook for me and i have a bathroom close to my bed. my relationship with my family is 100% good.

i dearly miss you, i dearly love the trailer so much and congratulations! i wish more than anything we could cuddle and kiss to heal from all this shit. hopefully *again* in the dreamworld.

*edit “why conditional things do not make sense” jesus*

klara

[butch-bakugo]

I would have an ounce of sympathy for Zionists if they didnt:

make islamophobic circa 2013 jokes

repost racist propaganda about arabs to the point of charicatures

make a million claims about "innocent Israeli counter-protestors being attacked!" With no videos (beyond a lady who was going around randomly punching pro-palestine protesters then got mobbed LIKE SHE SHOULD to stop her from hurting others. But of course, no one can find out who she is to verify, they never say the location in question and they conveniently leave out the fact she was the instigator and agitator. Hell there's videos of a Zionist rabbi professor running into an encampment and trying to beat up the pro-palestine protesters. Litterally knocking over their food, kicking them and eventually just starts swinging. Edit: another rabbi professor got caught running around an encampment with an agitator student putting up mein kampf posters and tried to claim it was the protestors... While this man was actively Holding freshly printed ones.... With tape... Then when the protestors and cops found him, he tried to run in the encampment and throw the unhung posters and fight protestors until the members of the encampment blocked him. He then whines about how Jewish men can't even walk on campus anymore and left without comment.) proving the supposedly shouted anti-Semitic remarks (with videos of counter-protestors randomly trying to shout out "kill all Jews" and other remarks then claiming it was said by the pro-palestinian protesters then whining when they got arrested. Oh and there's two of three of those videos circulating)

make a million claims of seeing posts on here with "straight up nazi rhetoric" and other "examples of leftist antisemitism" to the point of claiming their saying nazi slogans but never with any screenshots or proof then call you antisemitic if you dont automatically believe them

a whole account by a token pro-zionist "2nd gen American from gaza" who essentially wore a "all lives matter shirt" about " just wanting peace" and walked through an encampment and, just like that video of that little white girl crying when protestors gave her a wall of silence, said he felt "threatened" because the protestors wore masks, side eyed him and ignored him. He even accounts how many people were nice to him, asked him if he wanted food or water and generally left him alone. He Litterally said he felt threatened because he went in to agitate and no body took his bait. I'm sorry but masks dont make people violent. He kept saying he felt like he couldn't talk about his views or felt like "they could do anything to me and I wouldn't see their face" like this is Karen level paranoia bro.

Spout pretty much every alt-right insult in the book to the point I have to wonder if they are trolls but have to toss out my suspicion cause their either too low key to be a troll or just remembering its a fachist movement. Calling people whores and sluts, saying they are giving Palestinians their "OF money", calling the Palestinians "immigrants who need to get out", calling people retards/n words/various other slurs, calling leftists litteral snowflakes and wokes. Like wtf

Snuggle up, reblog and like from alt right American blogs with bios like "pro life pro guns pro liberty", litteral pepe the frog icons, praise the fact Republicans like Matt gatez, tom cruz and other famously terrible and racist people support their movement.

Own up to the fact they want all of palestine and more and talk about Palestinians in a way that feels very familiar to me as a native American. Calling us backwards, primitive, dogs and other horribly racist shit.

Say they deserve an ethnostate because the Holocaust happened. No.

Like.... Wtf? Why are y'all cuddling up to diet Nazis right now? That's independent of any news source I saw, I saw that shit with my own eyes scrolling your blogs. I knew you liked fascism but like? Wow.

[anabsolutefreak]

Chapter 21: To Crave and Fear Your Touch

This is a canon adjacent full campaign based story involving my original TAV character, the full BG3 crew and, of course, our favorite undead high elf. I created this story to help me get through an exceptionally difficult time in my life and so, you might notice Tav's story is a little more atypical than some. Be advised that the story I have created has some mature themes including violence, kink, mental health and self harm. I will be placing warnings on each individual chapter when any of these themes are included so please be aware. I hope you enjoy. Summary: Mostly fluff and cuddling to be honest. I'm a simp and I adore them. They deserve all of the cuddles. Mature Content: Mentions of killing a cat because Cazadork is a dickwad :( Mentions of trauma.

Embrae massaged her temples furiously as she lay on her bedroll. The constant music, the heat, and the events of the day seemed to throb in her head, preventing her from any chance of sleep. 

She hadn’t killed Nere. She hadn’t wanted to fight the whole god-damned Duergar clan for his head. But she had wanted to help Barcus and the other deep gnomes. She had found Barcus later on when the Duergars were too drunk to notice. 

“It looks like you’ve helped me yet again. Erm, I thank you, I suppose.”

“You’ve got to get yourself and your friends out of here,” she told him. “They’ll work you to death.”

“Oh, I suppose they will. It’s the way of things down here, you know.” He sighed. 

“Why not make your way back to the beach, seek shelter with the myconids, then flee into the countryside? The goblins are all but gone now… And the druid's grove will welcome you.”

He sighed. “We— have people at moonrise. People we’re looking for. Some of the others might do as you say but for most of us, we simply must get to the towers. But wherever we wish to flee, the Duergar will not let us go easily.” He looked at her slyly. “Still, we’ve already got a sort of plan. We just need to keep their attention off of us long enough to make it happen.”

Embrae thought about that for a moment. “They’re quite big drinkers, aren’t they?” She asked. 

“Well, of course,” he snorted. “Why?” 

“My Cleric, Shadowheart can brew a sleeping potion that would knock out a troll. Meet me there and I’ll make sure you get it. You ought to buy yourself enough time to do whatever it is you need to do. And— oh— take these.” She reached into her pack and pulled out several invisibility potions she had been saving. Astarion would kill her but he was trying to learn the damned spell anyways. She handed it to the gnome. “I have a feeling these might come in handy.” 

“You know,” he said eying the potions. “I’m still not sure why you’re helping us.” 

She snorted. “You can owe me a favor if it makes you feel better. But suffice it to say, I just don’t like bullies.”

She didn’t like letting that smug, arrogant idiot Nere walk away. Neither had Astarion since according to him, the Drow had a very lovely pair of enchanted boots that he would have loved to loot off his body. Still, he had given them information about the shadow curse and a lyre which he said they could use to call on help from the Absolute to make their way through the darkness. 

Was there more she could have done? I could have murdered every single Duergar in the camp, she answered herself wryly. But that would have been dangerous and time-consuming. Besides, she thought, some of them had been alright. She had met one man who was downright friendly by Duergar standards, a curious man who was studying the ruins. Her head ached and she fought back a groan as a stabbing pain momentarily erased all thoughts. 

Then she felt cool hands on either side of her head, rubbing small circles on her temples. She opened her eyes. “How do you always manage to sneak up on me?” She asked him. 

Astarion chuckled. “I would be a poor rogue indeed if I couldn’t dear, after all, your mind isn’t exactly focused on your surroundings right now.”

“Mmm,” she agreed. Her head still throbbed but his cool fingers moving across her scalp felt divine.

They were silent for a moment and then he spoke, his voice unsure, timid almost. “Am— am I doing this right, darling?”

She giggled. “Yes,” she said dreamily. “You’ve almost gotten rid of my headache. One might say you have the magic touch. Hold on.” She shifted, moving up to put her head in his lap so he wouldn’t have to bend down so far down. Once she was settled comfortably, he resumed the activity. 

“Well I know that already,��� he said teasingly. 

“Ha. That too. But right now, I think this might just be better.” 

“How dare you,” he said mildly. “To think my sexual prowess could be outmatched by a head massage.”

“You liked it too,” she pointed out. 

“True.” His voice was thoughtful. “I don’t think I ever remember getting one.”

“Oh so I was your first then,” she said lightly. 

He chuckled, increasing the pressure on her scalp. She thought she might melt into the bedroll. “In more ways than one, dear.”

She moved a hand up and caught one of his and kissed it. “What do you mean?”

“Your blood. I’d never had anything but rats and bugs— and a cat once, before you so graciously allowed me yours. It was the first time I’d ever tasted the blood of a thinking creature.”

“Oh, that’s nice— I think,” she said, surprised. She should have realized that; he had told her what his master had fed him. Still, the admission surprised her. “Wait, a cat?” she said as her mind replayed what he’d just said. 

“Ah, yes. I actually quite appreciate felines, you might say. I think— perhaps I had one before I was turned. Cazador was delighted to find that out… only fresh blood he ever made me drink,” he said bitterly. 

Embrae scowled. Every time she heard a new tidbit about this master of his, she liked him even less. She stroked wrist, his hand, his arm. Even though it was still warm, his skin felt cool to her. How long since he had fed? she wondered. Perhaps he had fed on a Duergar during the fight yesterday. She wasn't sure. It was so easy for her to forget that while the rest of them ate Gale’s cooking, Astarion generally fended for himself. She wondered what hunting he might have done in the Underdark. 

She looked up at him. “You can feed on me if you like.”

He giggled. “I’m not sure that will help your headache, my dear.”

“You never know,” she replied breezily. “Come on. I’ve been eating. I’ll be fine.” He had finally aired his concerns about her lack of appetite back at the goblin camp. 

“If you insist,” he crooned at her. 

He eased her head off his lap gently and made to crawl over her. “hold on,” she said, stopping him. She sat up instead, and scooted over to him, sitting in his lap and laying her head on his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his waist for support. She sighed and indicated he should continue. He bent his mouth to her proffered neck and she could feel his cool breath on her hot skin. His lips trailed kisses down from her jawbone then slowly down her neck. She shivered and sighed. His lips halted and she felt them part, their silken smoothness replaced by the feeling of his teeth on her skin, and then in it as he bit down. Practice had made him much more gentle, and less urgent in his feedings. In his desperation and excitement the first time, he might have drained her in a minute, maybe less. Now not only did Embrae scarcely feel the bite, but he took his time, savoring her and tasting her over several minutes. She felt her body melt into his, her head laying now painlessly on his shoulder. She felt her heart pushing her life’s blood through both of them binding their bodies in a way more intimate than sex. He retracted his fangs with a small groan and began to lick the wound attentively. He always did that. When she had asked him about it, he told her that it seemed to help stem the bleeding. Seemed to, she had thought. There is so much he didn't even know about himself, about what he was. 

She leaned in and placed a kiss on his neck, warmer now for her blood in his system. She felt him laugh, a deep vibration in his chest as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her farther onto his lap. She sighed happily and nested her face into him, using a free hand to knead circles on the back of his neck. 

“You’re much too nice to me, you know?” He whispered to her quietly 

She said nothing, just smiled as she fell asleep wrapped around him.

***

Astarion wasn’t sure how long he sat with her that way, with her head resting on his shoulder as her breathing changed and deepened into the rhythm of sleep. She was draped around him and so warm. A bit too warm, in this climate, if he was being honest. He could feel her sweat forming between their bodies. He didn’t care much though. The rushing of her blood in his body had left him feeling happy and content and he felt unbothered by the closeness for the time being. He sighed. That he was ever bothered by her closeness was becoming more upsetting to him as time went on. He hadn’t cared really, not in the beginning but now, he wasn’t sure what he felt. With a sigh, he leaned forward and slowly laid the half-elf on her bedroll. He untangled her legs from around him, and sat up, looking down at her. Like most of his campmates, she was stripped down as much as she had been comfortable with and her skin was pink, radiating heat and shining slightly under the thin veil of sweat. Her face was smooth, untroubled and her full lips slightly parted. It was a rare treat to see her so relaxed. It didn’t last; moments later, her brow creased and a small moan escaped her lips. He laid down behind her, despite the heat, and wrapped an arm around the fretful woman. “Shhh,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.” She seemed to calm almost immediately, becoming boneless once again, and silent. He pressed his face into her neck and breathed her in. 

Would she end whatever it was they had, he wondered to himself, when she realized just how weak and broken he was? It would only be fair, really. He hadn’t meant for it to go this far— a little sex a little charm and manipulation, sure. But even he couldn’t delude himself into thinking he had control over the situation anymore. He craved her touch, her attention now, as much as he had intended her to crave him. And yet still he feared it, felt disgusted by the act of intimacy even as he yearned for her. She had wanted more and gods, he wished he could give it. He looked at the fresh marks on her lovely neck and thought, perhaps I can only take. Wasn’t that the nature of a vampire, after all? 

For the first time since he was a very young spawn, he had recently found himself trying to remember who he was when he had only been Astarion the elf. Had he ever even been to Evernesca? Almost every young elf born outside their homeland was taken back at least twice: once when they were still small, and then again for their true naming. He wasn’t even sure if Astarion was the name he had been given as a child or if he had ever had the opportunity to choose his adult name. He had been old enough was sure, but some elves waited longer than others— and he always had been rather indecisive. 

A book lay in his tent now, written in Elvish: Stories and Songs of Evernesca. He had hoped they would spark a memory, something from before the darkness and the pain. They hadn’t. He was surprised he even remembered the tongue. He recalled only small impressions of being a magistrate; tedious days spent considering rulings, a night or two of fine parties that he was sure ended in something quite a bit more fun, debauched, and chaotic, and a white cat. He couldn’t remember friends or family, or a sweetheart. Surely, he should remember more. True, he had been a vampire spawn for two hundred years but two centuries wasn’t even that long by an elf's standards. The answer came to him in an image of cruel red eyes. Cazador had taken it all from him, he was sure, even his memories.

His thoughts turned to the infernal script carved into his flesh. Cazador had taken much but what of what he gave him? They would come across Rapheal sometime in the near future, of this he was certain. But would the devil help him, and at what cost? Did he even want to know what they meant? A flash of the night Cazador “gifted” him the scars crossed his mind: the pain, the fear, the resignation.  

He heard Embrae let out a startled whimper and realized his fingers had closed around her upper arm, much too tightly. He released his grip quickly and stroked her arm. “Sorry,” he whispered. She turned towards him. Shit, I woke her. 

“Bad dream?” she asked. 

“No,” he said. “Go back to sleep.” 

Her brow furrowed, two little lines of concern between her dark eyebrows. Her eyes were still half shut as though she were fighting to hold onto temporary wakefulness. “He isn’t—” she said in a slurred voice. 

“Who darling? Isn’t what?”

She took a deep breath and pressed her forehead into his chest. “As powerful as he made you believe,” she sighed. “They never are.” 

He wanted to ask her what she meant but she was already asleep again, her breathing deep and regular against his chest. 

He closed his eyes and focused on the sound, forcing himself to match the rhythm with his own breath until he finally found his trance and drifted away.