#aaaa more fics i should work on more often

[undertheopensky]

Curious about the different studies in Red 👀

Asdfgh I was so excited by this ask that I got up and walked arouind the house without even thinking about it -

Okay so! First you need to know that the Variations on a Theme series - which the Studies in Red are a part of - features Vio being stuck in a time loop where he tries to make the chips in Four Swords Plus fall in a way where everyone lives.

In the first Study in Red, Vio dies towards the end of a loop, and Red - knowing that something had been wrong with him - wishes he could have helped, somehow. And soon finds himself waking up back in the Sanctuary again as if they'd just pulled the Four Sword, and Shadow is there, and Vio is there, and maybe maybe maybe he can fix it this time -

It was supposed to just be a tragic oneshot where Red remembered one loop and did his best to help but they failed a requirement and then Red forgot in the next one and never remembered again, but, uh. Red kind of took over as leader from Green? And kicked ass at it??? So much so that I got indecisive about where to take things because holy shit it was SO GOOD -

A snippet:

Red strikes. With the flat of his sword he swats Blue – lightly – on the ear, then swings and clips Green’s backside too. Both of them yelp and stop to stare at him. “You call yourselves heroes,” Red hisses. “You’ve come across a scene you don’t understand – a disaster, a battle, the aftermath of a raid – and there’s someone in front of you trying to tell you what happened. Trying to give you information that could be useful, or just looking for help. Instead, you’re fighting amongst yourselves about who should be the leader. You should be ashamed of yourselves.”

Crimson was a version where LU happens some time shortly after a winning loop. The Colours are less than pleased to be dropped into a new adventure so fast.

Vermilion was an alternate LU intro where the Chain comes across the Colours trying to sneak out of their Hyrule and offers to escort them to somewhere safe.

Scarlet is ANOTHER alternate LU intro where the winning loop happened a couple of years ago - the four have settled in as individuals, and Vio has recovered from his experiences some.

Since Scarlet is my favourite (and most developed), have another snippet:

"Don’t worry, you’re not special,” Red says casually. "Vio hasn’t spoken in years." He feels a bit guilty at the stricken looks on their faces, but not much. He’s learned to be cutting, if it means defending his brothers. “Vivi,” he adds, "I love having you hanging out, but you know you don’t have to stay down here if the customers are annoying the shit out of you, right?” Pointedly, Vio turns his eyes back to his book, and doesn’t move. “Okay. You let me know if they’re bothering you and I’ll kick them out.” Vio tucks himself more firmly into his chair. Red turns back to the men and pastes a smile on his face. "So! What are you in for today?"

[purpleamethystsblog]

🪬I WILL TAKE BACK WHAT'S MINE (Part 1)🪬

CW : None.

Pronounce : She / Her

Gender : Female (Cause it easy for me to write and I don't really write English fanfics often like other.

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⚠️HCs first!!!

Reader is a God so called Creator from being. But never know about this, because some god move her to another world for avoid something that might hurt her.

When the right time has come. Reader will return to Genshin Impact world. And she will gain her original power to conquer Teyvat again.

Teyvat always be your, every life is always be your too. You can create everything you want, cause you are “Creator God”

Like some characters from anime that you knew or characters from games that you play including clone Genshin characters to work or do stuff for you.

But your power is not awaken “yet”

You should find some trigger to wake your power. But what's your trigger?

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Part 2 >>

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Just isekai to Genshin Impact world. You never expect that.

You worried that you will be fall into a SAGAU world, especially Imposter AU that most of people and Archon are idiot. Bow their head to the fake one, and do everything that it said especially that order to hunt you down.

You alway wonder, did they're too idiot to realise that's a fake god?

Just overthinking is not helping you after all. You start to walking around,. Luckily the first start is in Mondstadt, not a cruel place like Inazuma or Snezhnaya.

You can't imagine if you started at those cruel place first. You might die within 5 second.

You check around, and tried to recall your memories about Mondstadt while resting under some random tree. It's not take too long till you recognise where you are. Now you just heading to Springvale first. Maybe you will get some information in small villages.

And you're right. First step when you enter Springvale. An unknown statue is placing in the middle of village. It's look like a statue for god or something. But it didn't reveal face, as if this statue was sculpted so as not to reveal the face of the deity similar to the statue of Zhongli or Morax.

One of the villagers noticed you walking in. She greet you with a smile and waving hand. You send a smile back to the her and small wave as well.

‘ Maybe, they won't realise about me yet. ’

You thought in your mind, before entering the village The peoples there were busy with their own business. You try to look for people who are easy-going. and did not have any business to ask for information

“ Hello, ummm I am just a traveller. May I ask you something? ”

You ask a man sitting on the grass under the warm sun.

“ Oh! Traveller! Did you want to ask me something? ”

“ Yes. Did you know about the statue in the middle of this village? ”

The man smiles at you. He nodded.

“ In the middle of the village is the statue of the Creator. A god that all above the 7 Archons. No one knows their true appearance, so when making the statue. That's why the sculptor deliberately carved the cloak to cover their face. ”

“ I see… ”

“ But a few years ago, she came down to this world. She's so deity whose appearance is beautiful beyond description. Aaaa!! Damn I shouldn't mention her like that… Sorry traveler, but I dare not explain any more about her. So if you want to meet her or worship her. You can travel to Mondstadt. Our beloved creator is staying in that town. ”

You nodded, maybe everything still okay. No hunting nor wanted like another fics.

You entered to Mondstadt A city of freedom, wind and music.The people here had smiles and happiness on their faces. Whoever passes by and see them. Will have a happiness too, including you too.

As if the wind sense your presence. The gentleness of the wind circulates around you that even you yourself don't notice.

‘ What will happen? What if I try to see that fake god? Will she know my presence? Or will she not know? ’

You keep your doubt in your mind. Now you want to take a little walk to get some relax and fresh air. You sure that this universe is not like any other universe. At least there is still have a time to prepare yourself. And get ready enough to deal with certain situations in the future that may occur.

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Gentle breeze is blowing.

The warmth, that soft and smooth.

“ Maybe, your grace is in a good mood today~ ”

The Anemo Archon said to himself, before continue to playing his lyre.

Without knowing the truth, that "the real Creator" is comeback to take back everything that belongs to her, to the REAL GOD.

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Chill run down her spine.

She doesn't know what will have come.

She shook her head to drive away the terrifying feeling. Before continue to sitting on the golden throne, in truth, it wasn't her throne and never will be.

And she doesn't care.

Legend ever said, the owner of this throne has disappeared long time ago, like more than a thousand years. And they, including the Archons themselves, believed that she was a real Creator that get reincarnated.

Fool.

As long as she possess a slightly different magic power that doesn't look like vision. They thought it was the power of the god. But it's good! It make her live with luxuriously and comfortably for years. until today now.

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Maybe, you just want to live in peace.

Don't care about the throne, don't care about your real position.

You know yourself, yes you sure that you are the real Creator in this AU.

But if you don't act anything. Just stay silent. You might lose a chance to get close to an Archons. But it's okay if that choice make you life safe.

A̐̀r̴ͫ̐ḛ̠͓ͣ̐̄̑͘ ̵̜̉͗͑̐́͞ẙ̛͎͙͖͝o͎ͪͥú̩͑ͨͧ͐̀҉̧ ̧̡͉͖̟ͤ̊̀ͧ͝s̺̔͂͘ų̰͘͡r̓ͣ̾̂��͝e̵̼͑̒ ̷̬͇̾t̸̡̝͍̯ḫ̡̢̛͛͐͆̑̋̕a̧̙̘ͣt͋ͣ ̤̀͠͝y͚̓̿o̘͕̊u̶̹̅ͣ͜ ̷̡̬̦͠w͓̃͊ͯ҉i͖̻҉̀͜͞l͋̂̀̚͘l̴̴̛͔̖̦͐͊̿͘ ̪͈͔͗ľ̢͙͆ͬ͟͟͟i̬͙̐ͣ̃ͤͪv̲͓͓ͨ͏̡̧̛e̺̝͛̿̀ͅ ̨i͎̮̿ͭ̿̉ͩ҉n̨̓͂̂̅ ̖ͧ̄ͯͧ͞p̪̥͗̆͐̀̀͞e̩̽͢ą̡̟͕̦ͬͮ̌͋͛͞͡cͩͪ̑̚e̹͓̽͘?̶͑ͯ

“ Huh? ”

D̩̖̖̄o̲̖̕ ̵̤̯̻ỳ̞̖o̵̪̯̯͑ṷ̗̖ͤͩ ̙̱ͭth̺̯͚ͬ̉͞i̭͉̹ṇk̟̠ ̭̻̃̕t̵̩̗͕h͂ȧ̜t̗̰ ̢͈́͂b̵̳͉͕ͮ̍e͖i͎̋̚n̩͑ͫg̙̥̠ͯ ͓͙h͇͇̯e̵͓̰r̺̱̹͋ͦ͡e̠̜͝…̞̖͘ ͧ͗i͊s̔͌ ̪̖fͯo͕ř̬̼̅͟ ̎ÿ͊őͪu̹̱ ̯̻t̛ͥͥo̶̩͓͇ͦ ̡̼̲̜aͥ͠c̡̘̜̲t̝̼ ̼̮̎̿͘ì̪̹͙ͭn͙͎̘ͭ̉͘d͓i͓̊͡f̙̳͍̓̈́̕f͛ͬe̱͈͝ͅŗ̭ě̩̙ͅn̸̄ͨt̘̘l̈̆y̸̼͔ͮ̍?̚

“ W- who a- are you!? ”

Y̔o̪ṵ̘̀r̶ ̨̱̘d̻̄͛͞ͅè̱̺͕s͍̘͗͜t̺͎̺̆҉i̦̞̫̓ñ͠ͅy͈ ̷̩̳͙͌i͚͠s̢̲͕̻̅ ͋p͈͏r̤̟͏e͈ͣͩ͞d̠̕e̫ͬṱ̮̏e̩̙ͩr͌̓m̡̠̜͎i̻ͤ͞n̷̽͌é̙̳d̥̝̃̕.̷̹

“ Miss? ”

“ ah!!? ”

“ Are you okay miss? ”

“ O- oh! Umm sorry! Haha, uhh I just get headache a little. ”

A tall, handsome men, with red hair tied low. His eyes are the same color as his hair. You know immediately who he is, the Pyro user who's the owner of Dawn Winery.

Diluc Ragnvindr.

“ You sure? ”

“ Yes, yes I'm sure. Thanks for your asking. ”

The atmosphere around us was uncomfortably. Even though you already know the male's name. But if you say his name without introduction. Surely, he will suspicious immediately. You decide to pretend to ask his name first. To make this atmosphere disappear.

“ My name is Y/N may I ask your? ”

“ Diluc Ragnvindr you can call me Diluc miss Y/N ”

“ Just Y/N is enough, you don't have to be that formal. I'm just a normal traveller. ”

You spoke to him in an awkward manner. or embarrassed, not sure. But ask, are you happy? yes! You're so glad! He's one of those favourite male characters that you like too.

Maybe if you and him developed a friendship relationship, there wouldn't be any problem … maybe?

“ If you're fine. Then I'm leaving now. There are other matters that I need to deal with. Have fun visiting Mondstadt traveller. ”

“ Thank you! ”

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You think about what might happen in the future. And you feel like there's an 80-90% chance that the Impostor will dispose you right away if she find out.

Will it be wrong? If you were able to take an action first by secretly preparing to build a stack of your army by using your power to do it? Because you are "The Great Creator" after all.

But. Hey! You didn't know how to use it!

“ Damn… What should I do then? ”

You reach your hand out. Try to imagine a blossoming flower in your hand. A slight golden aura appeared on your palm. Before a weird-looking flower appeared. Instead of the beautiful flower that you imagine instead.

“ tf did I just create!? ”

You muttered in frustration, throwing the weird flower in your hand away. Before deciding to head out from Mondstadt. If you come to visit that imposter, maybe the chance to get caught by them will increase.

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“ They're return. ”

To the coldness land that far away. The Cryo Archon speak in calmness tone. She sat on her throne that located in meeting room. All of the eleventh Harbingers is still in this room.

There's only one meaning……

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You never knew these slimes could be so soft and cute. Dendro slime, Cryo slime and Anemo slime are safe to play. But you didn't trust Electro and Pyro slime.

“ Don't make that sad face! I'm still not sure. If I touch you guys, will I get hurt? ”

The Electro and Pyro tried to communicate with you, like they won't do any harm to you.

Why should they? Cause you a the lovely creator! They won't do that!

You take your time so long to trust them, that they won't harm you. For sure, you are very excited to play with these slime! But deep in the bottom of your heart, you feel guilty you remember that you killed the slime to much till you can't count it anymore.

But they attack you first! Then … there is nothing wrong to kill it!!

“ Evening? Wow … I'm a homeless God now? ”

You mocking yourself. Because you can't find some nice place to rest. Now it's only one way that you will stay outside like a homeless people for now.

‘ Please, sent some nice people to me. I need help. I don't want to get blood sucked out by those damn mosquitoes.... ’

Time passed very quickly. From evening to night. You can only walking aimlessly along the path. Because, you came out too far. Difficult to find a camp. And you don't have any camping gear either.

‘ If I remember correctly, this place where I walking now is near the Stormterror's Lair right? ’

You remembered, there's so much Hillichurl's camp. Maybe, If you try to face them, and negotiate they might help you. Like giving you a place to sleep, no mosquitoes and dangerous animals disturbing.

Cheater!

God of creator? Hah! The peoples and Archons might not smart enough to realise! But all of the natural in Teyvat are smart enough to realise you!

Luv U my natural >3

“ It's very dangerous out there miss. You shouldn't be here. ”

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Part 2 >>

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First fanfic about Genshin Impact, I hope you guys like it💕

I just want to try writing some fanfics in English language, instead of my first language (non-English).

See you later 💕💕

[quinnonimp]

Please tell us more about your tntduo priest/vampire fic I am literally begging you

SORRY THIS IS SO FUCKING LATE LMFAO I NEVER CHECK MY INBOX i rly need to check more often i have so many asks fuck

but aaaa im so glad u wanna know more 👉👈

for once i dont rly have super many thoughts abt an au ? tbh ? like its been very difficult for me to come up with ideas since i dont know that much abt vampires n i dont know that much abt catholicism/christianity

a little of what ive had in mind so far though is cwil is this very lonely priest with no family left who took over the church for his late father - but doesnt actually believe in god all that much, just pretends for the sake of keeping something

then one night some mysterious guy shows up near closing hours and wilbur is already pretty scared for no other reason than just the vibes . they dont talk but after a while of wil staring the pretty guy just gives him a big smile and leaves

the mysterious guy is vampire cquackity, hes just here cause he was hiding away from a hunter (probably ctechno filling this role)

in this universe vampires arent particularly affected by religion itself but just weakened by faith . quackity couldnt feel anything coming from the church, so he assumed it was empty since it was late anyway . turns out there is someone there ! but it doesnt effect him, and quackity realizes the priest himself has no faith, and becomes very interested

because of this new found fascination quackity decides to come back at a similar hour every day, and luckily for him barely anyone is there on weekdays/past 6pm, so he doesnt have to worry about being weakened (and especially not for hunters since they wouldnt expect a vampire to be in a church) . wilbur and him still havent talked but quackity still has fun observing his behaviour, and wilbur just feels a teensy bit less lonely having someone come back so consistently and every single day while he closes

one day however when wilbur decides hes finally gonna talk to this guy, quackity isnt there, and wilburs so confused as to why he feels so sad about it . why does he miss the presence of this stranger hes never even talked to ? he spends the whole rest of the night distracted thinking about the mysterious guy

the next day at around 3-4am when wilbur enters the church to start his day, he sees the presence he missed so much yesterday

though wilburs not as happy as he should be, as the stranger is covered in blood next to a corpse and about to jump him

so yea idk ive been trying to work on the fic, hopefully i actually manage to get smth cool outta it and post it but we'll see !! for now im just drawing the blorbos

if anyone has extra ideas n whatnot or wanna ask more abt the au feel welcome to do so, i cant promise ill be very interesting but i will be very glad to answer lmao

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Hi I have a writing request! Will Graham discovers that his girlfriend has a professor kink, so he invites her to sit in on one of his lectures. He asks her to stay after class, and they take advantage of the empty classroom. Thank you in advance if you choose to write this! I love all of your fics so much!!! ^-^

Honestly it’s a real crime we didn’t get more professor Will tbh THANK YOU FOR THIS AND IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY WORK AAAA THANK YOU!!! ❤️❤️❤️

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The projector was the only light in the darkened lecture hall. You paid no attention to the images on screen, too enraptured by Will’s steady voice as he explained each one in depth.

You sat on the very front row, close to his desk, your chin propped on your hand as you watched him. You’d vowed not to distract him much, but you couldn’t help yourself when he just looked so good.

He was in his element, confident and authoritative, never losing his student’s focus. A couple of times, his eyes slid in your direction, and you were the only one in that room he would hold eye contact with.

You tried not to squirm in your seat any time it happened. Like he was speaking only to you.

When the lecture was over, you remained in your seat as all the students gathered their things and filed out. A couple of them approached Will’s desk to ask questions about an assignment, but he kept his answers short and clipped, not letting them dally. He occupied himself by organizing some papers as he waited for the last of them to trickle out.

And once they did, he said. “Close the door, would you?”

You tried not to seem too hasty as you complied, locking the door as well. Your heart was already racing with anticipation.

“Are we going to talk about my terrible grades, Professor Graham?” You said, half-teasing. “I seem to have a very hard time paying attention.”

“I can tell,” he said, rounding his desk and leaning against it. “Or at least, it’s my actual lecture you don’t find interesting.”

“I don’t know, maybe I should just start sitting closer. Right by your desk.”

You approached him slowly, stepping between his legs. His hands came to rest on your hips, bringing you even closer.

You smirked. “See? So much better already.”

“Careful. The others might start calling you a teacher’s pet,” he murmured.

“And what if I am?” You asked, leaning closer until your lips were a hair’s breadth apart.

“Well, then I better give you some preferential treatment.”

With that, he cupped the back of your head and brought you into his hungry kiss. You moaned as he bit your lower lip, chasing the slight sting with his tongue. He always knew how to make your head spin.

He pulled back only so you two could switch places, and he had you sit at the edge of the desk. He sank to his knees in front of you, pushing up your skirt only to reveal that you had no underwear.

He raised an eyebrow at this, looking up at you. “Eager for it, were you?”

“I thought I’d make my intentions clear,” you said with a lopsided grin, threading your fingers through his hair.

He didn’t need any more incentive, kissing his way up to the apex of your thighs.

And as you melted at the feeling of his tongue tracing your most sensitive spots, you decided that you’d be sitting in on his lectures much more often from now on.

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[grubliinu]

Hello, apologies if this is interrupting your day but i absolutely in love with your writing which is very immersive! I want to write like you. Do you have any recommendations for sources and tips of writing for beginners? Also thank you so much for all the fics. Love them <3

Aaaa oh my gosh this comment just made my day, thank you so much I'm really flattered you think so highly of my writing skills! Sorry it took me a while to reply, I have been busy and wanted to take my time writing a reply. Hopefully, you'll find this useful!

I can't think of any specific sources I have used but my tumblr should have some stuff if you search the ''writing'', writing stuff'' and writing reference'' tags (I think those are the ones I use but man, I really should organize them better lmao) But here are also some other tips I use frequently while writing that I can think from the top of my head:

1) Make a separate document to ''doodle'' on This is a big one for me. I'm not quite sure what kind of writer you are (are you the type to meticulously plan everything before you start writing, or do you go with the flow?) so I don't know how useful this is for you, but I am strictly the former. When I start planning a fic, I make two files – the actual fic, and a separate document that is basically a sketchbook but for writing. There, I write down everything, from ideas to random bits of dialogue that I thought sounded cool and could be used in the future.

Another thing this doodle document is super useful for is creating summaries. Since I write a lot of angst, I often have to write scenes that deal with the character's emotions and inner thoughts. While I like writing that type of stuff, I often struggle to articulate my thoughts and interpretation into something coherent that I can put into words and I have discovered that simply writing a short breakdown essay of every aspect I want to explore in that particular scene. For example, in chapter 4 of Lungs Full of Roses, when Childe destroys the hilichurl camp, in that scene, I wanted to establish how he views his relationship with the tsaritsa and family, as well as reveal how he really feels about Zhongli, so I wrote separate sections for Tsaritsa, Childe's family, and Zhongli, and how Childe feels about them using very simple terms.

I also tend to never erase anything from those documents so that I can revisit an idea in the future. Instead, I just make the font smaller for those parts!

2) Balance between purple prose and ''pragmatic'' (idk what to call it really) This is especially related to your question since this is something that is constantly on my mind as I write – I love using a poetic style of writing full of words that I think sound pretty. However, I personally can't read writing that only consist of that type of purple prose, so I often have to resist the temptation to add more poetic flair to the more mundane parts. But honestly, sometimes you just gotta focus on making the plot move from point A to point B and that's okay! Every sentence doesn't have to be a work of art – in fact, I personally think (or hope in the case of my own writing) that saving the poetics for the more emotional scenes makes them hit even deeper.

3) Use gestures to convey emotions This is like an actual tip from writers but it's also something I try to be aware of when I write. Instead of using something like 'he felt angry', try something like 'he clenched his fist' etc. to convey the anger. The Internet is full of lists of body language and gestures that are created for writers and I recommend checking those out! You can also use metaphors to convey emotions – using the example above, you could write something like ''anger surged through him like a wave''. I like to mix gestures and metaphors.

You can also use the structure of the sentence to convey emotion. For example, if the character is angry, use short sentences. If they're panicking, convey that panic by using a longer sentence that just kinda spirals into panic. (I don't know how to explain so here's an example from Lungs Full of Roses where Childe is both angry and panicking lmao)

[Childe breathed in. Out. He felt trapped, like a giant beast in a small cage, and Archons how he hated it. Hated how his skin crawled with the need for action, hated how his instincts were screaming at him about nonexistent eyes watching his every movement even though he knew that he was alone. A part of him, the part that had been forged by the suffocating mists of the Abyss, itched to destroy his room, no, actually the room wasn't enough – destroy the hotel, the city, the whole goddamn region that prided itself on the fictitious freedom and cloying wine until nothing but ashes remained.] 

As you might have noticed, I wrote ''he felt trapped'' – which is what I just said to avoid. However, I remember thinking that the scene needed something short and simple and I figured that this was the way to go – which goes to show that the rules of writing aren't set in stone and you can absolutely break them if you want (imo the only rule I think everyone should follow is to USE PARAGRAPHS if you write fics, it is really hard to read fics that don't use them)

Annnd that's about what I can currently think of, hopefully, there was something that you find useful! My writing style is something that has been developing for over ten years so it is hard for me to like actually explain it so I'm really sorry this is so disjointed. Again, thank you so much for your kind words, I'm so glad that you sent me this message anon!

[kavaeroexe]

The fic about the crossover that really good , i can't stop laughing when i image anakin would said that.

Anyway , the new chapter about Elysia make me sad ... I wanna have her so bad but the story aaaa i refused to believe

Can you image Elysia! Reader ,reader have personality like Elysia and the appearance too with Yandere! Star War ? Pretty please

I heard / read Elysia sometime 'gone' that make people panicc , she just like hiding cmiiw👀

Luvv you , have a nice day xoxo

-🐦Anon

OMG ANOTHER GREAT IDEA FOR CROSSOVER-

i’ll give you the prettiest flower~!

Elysia!reader x yandere!star wars character (HC)

warning : typos, bad grammar  

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Anakin Skywalker

ayo-

i would say these two is the chaotic together

Anakin is having a high-level of jealousy and you’re the friendly person that like to hangout with everyone

you two good together, its just the jealousy that makes your relationship weird

“You flirt with how many people today?”

“Flirt~? i’m just a sweet talking, and oh! only to Senator Amidala and Rex today!”

“that’s a new record, i hope tomorrow you’ll do none- thank lord the mercy”

because we talking about yandere, i think he ever locked you up once..

no- twice...

three times?

but all of that attempts of him locking you up, you managed to escape easily and without even thinking that he’s locking you up.

“Where did you go?”

“The council, Senator’s room, Visiting the padawans, and Master Kenobi’s room!”

“alright that seems like a nice place to go- wait- MASTER’S ROOM? WHAT FOR?”

“giving flowers~!”

“You giving flowers to many people but me? do you not love me anymore?”

“*gasp* Who said that? oh my sweety baby cheeks my lovey dovey, i prepare you something more than just flowers just for you!”

“really?”

“Yeah~! come on walk with me! i’ll show them to you!”

honestly you’re just taking him around the Jedi Temple and then kiss him sweetly in the quiet place and the last, run!

but you guys a powerful couple, you good at negotiation, distracting and also you’re strong in force + able to masters many forms of lightsaber fight etc, while he’s a good pilot, strong, tall, dominating, and plus you both good at making sudden plan or well-prepared plan

noice

so when you’re gone somewhere or he lost you he’s losing his patience

he kill anybody that he suspects while he’s searching for you

but after all he does, he can’t find you, so he’s badly coming back at his place

“GUYS WE LOSE Y/N’

“CHECK, CHECK THE TRASH COMPACTOR”

“OH KRIFF, WHERE IS SHE?”

but then he saw you, sitting with a tea and wrapping yourself with a blanket, he thought he’s hallucinating

“Welcome home Ani! where have you been? i really miss you... :(”

“Is it really you? i should be the one asking where have you been, im worried sick about you..!!”

Obi-wan Kenobi

he’s the protective yandere

he can’t really like giving you limit about your friendship and locking you up or such, so he’ll just be very protective, so he’s watching you 24/7

he feels relieve when you don’t feel bothered by his appearance most of the time, making sure you’re okay

“You know, Obi, you are a true gentlemen, you guard and making me safe, thankyou for your love, i love it so much~”

you often find him looking out for you 24/7 when he’s free, even though he try to be sneaky 

“No Y/N don’t approach him, i have a bad feeling abut him”

“Remember if someone asking you to stay longer with them, tell them you have a husband” -Obi

“But i don’t have a husband?? we haven’t married ye.. you want us to married theenn~?”

if he’s jealous, he’ll just told himself that ‘come on, Y/N does this everyday’

but if you talking buddy acts to far, he’ll pulling your hand, and then “alright that’s it, you’re coming with me”

even though he’s watching you close, he sometimes just lose you, stupid maybe, but that’s what happened..

“Y/N? where are you? Y/N??”

he puts 100% effort on finding you, telling his clones, telling the other masters, but a bit with acting spice, they didn’t think that he search for you because he’s scared of losing you, just worried for general like losing a not-so-close friend.

and then in the middle of his searching, Cody carrying you, who’s holding a bucket of crown flowers

“Surpriseee, seems that you miss me, doesn’t it master Kenobi?”

this whole time you’re just wandering from place to another place, gathering everything that you catch your eyes on.

when you’re in private, he’ll scold you, but he manages to give you food, sweet drinks and dessert while scolding you, so you eat and listen.

“can you please stop hiding and roaming around the way you likes? i can’t always protect you from somebody who knows!”

but as a form of apologies, you place a kiss in his cheek and a warm tight hug, then let out a giggle

“I’m happy that you’re worried over me, such a gentlemen~”

“I love you, please don’t make me worried again, okay love?”

“Okie dokie!”

Padme Amidala

oh god the lovey dovey couple-

she’s a sweetheart, you’re a sweetheart

if you’re both going as a couple in a formal party, or even a normal party, everybody would say that you both are a happy, full of glitter, romance, fluff couple

y’all are the sweetest couple people could ever see

anything happens to you, she doesn’t insist on releasing her full power to solve it ngl

loves loves loves when you both having a skincare routine or a make up-ing session before both of you start your day

gifting is her way to show her love when she’s not able to show up and cuddles then sharing warmth, so she pick the best jewelry, dress, flower, accessory for you when she has to work most of the day

and every single Padme’s gift that you accept, you’ll wear it when you both have a chance to spend time together

when you’re gone, she’s surprisingly handle it well

connection and money baby

the longest record of her effort finding you that goes missing is 12 hours and 30 minutes

well she remembered it lmao

if you sweet talking or even flirt with your friend or sometimes stranger, she wouldn’t mind

that’s you being you anyway, so no problem she guess

but if somebody flirt with you... alright it depends actually

if you flirt back = soon to be friends 

if you’re silent = mayday mayday, red flag, you’re uncomfortable or worst case, you start to like them

SHE KEPT YOU AWAY LMAO

“Alright here’s the plan, stop meeting them ever again”

“why?”

“They play with at least one woman every day” she could be lying she could tell the truth

“Oh they’re bad... thankyou dear, i’ll take a distance from now on!”

Luke Skywalker

damn this boy is the protective and the paranoid yandere

“No don’t talk to them”

“stay here”

“Y/N, stay right here and wait for me, okay?”

“no don’t go there!”

“You can’t do that!?”

at first, he lets you to have fun with your friends

but the way you’re having fun is your friend makes him reconsider his decision

but he doesn’t want to put a limits on your life, he doesn’t want you to be sad

so he ask Leia, Han, or everyone in the rebellion to keep an eye on her or sumn

“we could watch after her, we promise”

well they lose you anyway

“kriff Luke, we lost her!”

“HOW!?”

well of course he check on the whole place at the base, so does with everybody, and then if he hasn’t found you, he’ll grab his helmet and then using his x-wing to search for you in the whole planet

i swear he drop at least one tear when he’s searching for you 

but guess what?

you’re at the back area of the base

how tf nobody find you in there?

feeding some animals...

okay he forgive you because you look pretty and cute while feeding them

but he will not let you go for the next 24 hours

“i swear you scared me, what if you’re not in the base? what if you’re being kidnapped by the empire and i late to save you? what if you’re being hunted by bounty hunter? oh i can’t lose you you know it!”

“hehe sorry, but at least i’m safe, and that’s all that matters right now right?”

[stantrash171819]

Ice Cream Conversations —> Boo Seungkwan

pic from pinterest

genre/warnings: fluff, established relationship, hint of idol!au, a sort of suggestive joke that can be overlooked lol, judgements regarding ice cream flavors

note: this was suppose to be part of the jihoon late night calls thing but i figured that if i kept it up, the direction from that fic will be different from what i planned. so yeah, here. a whole other fic. and don’t come at me for the ice cream judgments. i’m a lover of all of these flavors ;-;

( read the jihoon fic here :3 )

Your loud groan can be heard in the bathroom. Seungkwan follows the sound from the bedroom, running a hand through his hair that’s damp from the shower. He finds you splayed out on the couch with your back bent on the armrest. His hand pushes your head back up, “Ok, I’m out of the shower now. Happy?”

A grin appears on your face as you sit down properly. “You always take centuries in the shower. What do you even DO in there?”

You both are silent for a bit. “Actually no. Don’t answer that.”

Seungkwan laughs and takes a seat beside you on the couch, “How was work? Any interesting ice cream orders?”

You release another groan and lay on his lap, “You have NO idea how many people ordered mint chocolate today. This one guy ordered it with a scoop of strawberry cheesecake, too. Why are both of these even ice cream flavors?”

“I mean, they’re both alright.”

You narrow your tired eyes at him. “You’re ok with ice cream that tastes like toothpaste and one that’s literally a cake ice creamified?”

Seungkwan shrugs, “People have different preferences. I mean anything goes well with chocolate.” 

“Right, you cookies and cream enthusiast. You’re really gonna defend people for putting cheese and chocolate in one cup?”

He matches your raised brow and claps back, “As if you have a better taste, cookie dough simp.”

You gasp, sitting up and lightly pushing his shoulder, “Cookie dough tastes like CHILDHOOD. Have you never licked the mixing spoon after putting chocolate chip cookies in the oven?”

Seungkwan makes a sound of disgust, “Why in the world would you eat raw dough?”

You start tackling him, hands trying to push his shoulders down on the seat beside him. He’s stronger than you, though. After numerous futile attempts, you end up being on his lap, with your arms around his neck and his own around your waist. He chuckles at your pout and pulls you closer. You place your head on his shoulder, your nose tickling his neck. 

It’s amazing how quickly you make him forget how tired he is. He places a soft kiss on your hair and asks, “Have you eaten dinner?”

You shake your head, “Let’s just order out.” Seungkwan kisses your forehead this time, and agrees. As you scroll through your phone for food options, your boyfriend looks at you with an indescribable fondness. 

He really should come home more often.

note: aaaa i forgot to put it in the first time i posted but thank you @wonwoonlight for beta reading this and for the tips :3

[coldercreation]

Just re-read CYE and it honestly made me kinda nostalgic remembering how I'd wait for the updates every week, and re-read the last chapter while waiting for the next one to come out. This fic meant (and still means) so much to me.

Completely unrelated but I think World's Smallest Violin by AJR is absolutely a Nathan song, do as you will with that info :)

Oh, and Karma by AJR is a Nathan song. Maybe Nathan should listen to AJR idk lol

Aaaa I feel very nostalgic thinking back to that too<3

I mean, I'm still baffled that I was able to finish a story of this magnitude? And that people are actually reading what I'm putting out?? When I was posting part 2, I was just vibinnnn and having such a good time every time I updated, ohh very nostalgic indeed :')

Looking back now, I can definitely spot things that could do some more work and editing, especially in the older chapters. Buttt (although it often makes me cringe loll) I also kinda like seeing how my own writing has improved from the first parts to what it is now. It's been quite the journey, and this story has been very, very meaningful to me as well. I think I've learned a lot, and not just about writing.

Glad I've been able to share this work with you, and thank you so much for reading it.

And!! thank you so much for sharing your thoughts and song recommendations! These will fit right in with the other tracks that have been suggested for CYE and Nat, such good finds! I'll definitely look more into AJR myself, very thoughtful and thought-provoking lyrics in these songs.

Thank you so much<3

[novantinuum]

The blorbo meme for your own OCs? (ones for specific fandom worlds or otherwise)

Ojhfhsdbhjg I will gladly!

(Note: There are a mixture of Steven Universe and Breath of the Wild OCs in here. I'll add photos after OC mentions so y'all have an idea of who I'm talking about. Most of these will be WIPs/sketches. Tbh some I've probably barely talked about on this blog, but let's go XD)

“Blorbo” Character Ask Meme

____ My blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most):

At the moment? Aryll Haywood, my version of Link's sister. Of all my OCs, she invades my thoughts the most, and is- quite honestly- probably the most fleshed out of all of the characters I've ever created. I think it helps that the very essence of her setting gave her an obvious life conflict to bounce off of... aka the loss of her entire town and family to the Calamity. There's a lot of juice to play with there, in imagining how an 11 year old girl would try (and fail) to cope with that. I can't wait to eventually share her full story- just a few days ago, I started officially writing the prologue for that long fic of mine!

My scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped):

ASDshgjhdg is it a crime to ALSO say Aryll for this one? I would very much love to pick her up in my arms and swing her around like a parent with a tineee precious baby ;w;;;;;;;

Not really sure I have any other OCs who would count as "baby," a lot of the others are downright snarky motherfuckers, lmao.

My scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave):

I've grown quite attached to Arwel Haywood (Link and Aryll's father) while writing a bit of fic from his POV, (A FIC I STILL NEED TO FINISH, auUGHHHH! ! !!!!), and feel I don't think about him as much as I should. I need to flesh out his personality a bit more. So far, though... I am big uWU at the thought of him just,,, really, really loving his kids. I think he does have the tendency to push Link too hard too young with their training, and perhaps spends time with his son just a tad more than his daughter due to their shared interest in swordplay, but oh god does he do his genuine best with them, and I am HUGE a aAAA

(Not my art, but a preliminary Hero Forge model I did of him)

My glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week):

Taafeite, a fusion of my OC Jean Maverick and Steven Universe. They don't show up in their world very often- thus "obscure fave-" but when they do, it's sure to be quite a show. They're a big personality and very much enjoy being in the spotlight. Please don't underestimate their weapon. It may look like a glorified pizza cutter staff, but that bitch is fucking sharp.

My poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave):

Hmm. I don't think any of my SU or BotW OCs fit this category. The only OC I have that even remotely fits is... a VERY old pull... Aster, a Gravity Falls multiverse OC I had at one point but never did anything concrete with. Aster... was the one who was a mercenary working for Bill, charged with hunting Ford down during those 30 years he was lost in the multiverse. They... definitely kill, and definitely do MANY morally wrong things, but there's a depressing backstory to be told, and they eventually do experience Character Development™ and become a less Problematic person, ahahah.

(this art is old as Balls, i'm so sorry)

My horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason):

Jean Maverick. I, uh... outright amputate one of their legs in end-game content that I will probably never write out in full, so saying this is not a spoiler. I put them through so much bullshit, lmao. Trauma... self-loathing... I yeet them into the Gem war at one point... more trauma... meeting their mother WHILE experiencing trauma... homoerotic encounters with foes... oh yeah, they've got it all, shshgdhkkl

My eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell):

jhhjsbdgj absolutely Morganite. Aka Jean's nemesis. Aka a gay ass motherfucker who was so lovesick for the concept of a romance that had long died in the war that she tried touching the sun and got burned. I kinda gave her a really depressing backstory, but she commits war crimes and is GemRacist™ though, which is why she's going to superhell. Byeee!

[skullstarz]

Hi pretty baby, you got me hooked and now you cant get rid of me 😌

But next request,,, you know dadzawa 👀 well what if one day iida is watching sweet lil baby eri and they're out at like a store or something and iida has a crush on reader and they see her (or them! Inclusivity) and hes blushing and stuff so eri runs off to the reader and iida is panicking meanwhile eris complementing the reader and then iida finds them (whether they say they like each other is up to you, also sorry if this is like too detailed or something lol) (and I'd like this to be a long hc or fic pls but dont force yourself I wont get upset tehe ily)

corner store crush

-> iida tenya x gn!reader

hemlo i hope you enjoy :00 so i wanted eri to kind of know the reader prior so uhhhh lets say reader has a younger sibling that goes to school/daycare/wtvr with eri. basically eri knows reader's younger sibling so reader is a familiar and comforting face to her aaaa

warnings: none

word count: 1.2k words.

alternative title: iida tenya is bae

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iida wasn’t the type to mess up so bad like this. frantically searching what felt like the biggest store ever for eri, he now understood the true weight of his feelings for you- how the mere sight of you is enough to have him tripping and stumbling on his words. 

aizawa being not so used to this dad thing was in a bit of a predicament. typically, mirio would babysit, but he was off doing 3rd year activities at UA, which left aizawa stumped. he trusted mirio to take care of eri, and after getting punished for yet another incident midoriya wasn’t a good choice either. thinking about who would be good for keeping eri safe and being responsible, he landed on what felt like a sane, decent choice- iida tenya, 1a’s class rep. 

taking care of the teacher’s child wasn’t quite one of the responsibilities of the class rep but aizawa didn’t have much of an option. leaving eri to iida in a hurry, he was running off to do his hero work. the instant aizawa left, iida noticed eri’s eyes started to tear up. here he was, basically a complete stranger, trying to cheer this poor kid up. to any child, as much as iida is friendly, he’s also some big scary dude with sharp features and a tendency to flail his arms around and raise his voice.

that’s when he had an idea. he took her into the dorms where midoriya was cleaning away, not willing to receive another lecture on how his actions have consequences. “deku!” eri smiled and waved, running towards him, happy to see a familiar face. her excitedness only lasted a short while though, bakugo quick to holler obscenities at izuku, asking why he was the only one cleaning.

much to iida’s dismay, eri’s face went back to its previous frown as they sat in silence. another idea came to iida’s mind and soon he and eri were making their way to a store nearby, hoping to find some random teddy bear or a bunch of ice cream to make her feel better. eri, having seen that iida was midoriya’s friend, felt a bit more comfortable holding his hand as they crossed roads and as she jumped in puddles (which often wet iida’s probably expensive pants). 

reaching the convenience store, the pair sighed at the feeling of the air conditioner and iida felt it was safe enough within the building to let go of eri’s hand. turning around to grab a basket for whatever heaps of snacks and trinkets the two would buy, his eyes widened.

eri gasps and points “look, its y/n!” iida was probably 70 different shades of red and pink before looking away. “yes it’s y- y/n, but let’s not bother them. come, let’s find some stuff.” he motioned for eri to follow him and he walked away towards the frozen aisle, forgetting to check if the child was actually tagging along. 

well, she wasn’t. the blue haired boy only realized once eri hadn’t replied to whether she’d want a popsicle or ice cream cone, turning around to just see the colorful chip bags on the other side of the aisle. oh no. 

he looked around, still not seeing eri and he scolded himself for letting himself get distracted by... you.... oh. he cursed at himself, today not being the first time you had him making mistakes... nor was it one of the first ten times. it was an almost daily occurrence at this point, his feelings for you only deepening with each time he saw you, which was every single day, multiple times within the hours he’s awake (and asleep, if he’s being honest, it isn’t rare for you to show up in his dreams). 

the sound of what seemed like eri’s giggles snapped him out of this trance he found himself getting lost in and he quickly went to searching for the missing girl. thankfully, it seemed like she was still in the store. trying to avoid you as much as possible he searched every area you were in and... nothing. what hadn’t occurred to him is that eri knew you- and eri was holding your hand as you stood in the same place he was before he realized she was lost, figuring out which ice cream to get her.

walking towards the entrance of the store, he decided waiting there would be the better option out of either that OR freaking out and calling the police in a panic. he knew eventually she or (in a worst case scenario) her kidnapper would have to walk through those doors to leave. 

that’s when he sees you, in all your glory, and completely fails to realize you and eri were hand in hand in the frozen aisle as eri complimented how amazing and nice you were and how “the nice guy” with her really liked you. you were a bit confused, but grabbed her an ice cream either way and started unknowingly making your way towards him, still looking over at eri as she followed you. 

“there he is!” she points directly at iida, who you liked, staring right at you. attempting to look away, he saw eri and let out a relieved sigh. “there you are, eri! i was worried! what would i have done if i couldn’t find you? what would you have done if i had left and you were still here, lost?!” you chuckle and placed her hand in his so he could grab it. “no need for all those hypotheticals, she’s right here and perfectly fine” you ruffle her hair.

eri couldn’t help but notice the blush on both of your faces, and how you two couldn’t make eye contact for more than a second. with a mischievous smile on her face, she looked at the boy and tugged his shirt “iida, you should tell big (sis/brother)-" she paused before continuing her words as whispers in his ear "that you like them" she looked at you as she pulled away. “tell me what?” the three of you stared at each other in silence and iida thought of every possible, terrible, outcome for a split second before gulping.

“after i drop off eri, would you like to-” he hesitated, searching for the right words “spend some time together?” nodding eagerly, iida and eri’s trip to the store continued, you joining in. once eri was picked up and the two of you got some time alone, you shared some comfortable silence sitting outside of the dorms on the grass. 

“eri told me you really like me” you say quietly yet with a smile, not looking at him out of embarrassment. “perhaps.” he says coldly, worrying that if he put any amount of emotion into his words, he’d be even more embarrassed. “perhaps?” you question, before he clarifies, “yes, i do like you.” you cant help the grin that you make at his words, letting the upper half of your body fall, rolling over to face the ground as you bury your face in your arms.

“i like you too” you let out weakly, not trusting your voice to not give away how happy you are. feeling a nudge on your side, you look up, before being surprised by the big smile on his face. “im happy, then.” 

the two of you were a blushing mess, two fools finally realizing the other likes them just as much as they did. you had eri to thank for being smarter and much bolder than the two of you were. 

[redstringraven]

The Happy Fic Writer Ask Game: 1 & 13? o3o

<:0 aaaa hello and thank you anon!

The Happy Fic Writer Ask Game

1 ) what part of the writing process is the most enjoyable?

oh, shoot, that's a tough one. again, it KIND OF varies with my mood or even what part of the fic i'm in, but i think the most solid answer i can give is that moment where, like...

you're in the midst of writing--usually dialogue for me, but sometimes the prose between--and it's like the characters or story just kind of nudges you aside and takes over to a lil bit. and what i mean by that is: you get some really nice dialogue exchanges by just 'hearing' their voices as you write--you can hear their inflections, where they pause, what words they put weight on, little scoffs or body language an actor might show in the moment--the scene just becomes all at once alive and almost tangible in your head. these are often followed with a frustrating period of "how do i put this gesture i'm seeing into words" or "how to i effectively convey the tone in their voice", but i really enjoy those sorts of puzzle solving (and i hope i do a decent job!).

the method i use for writing action sequences also mirrors this. 9 times out of 10, any action sequence i write is heavily connected to 1 or 2 instrumental tracks from a movie, tv show, or video game, and i have the whole thing choreographed in my head based off the 'story beats' i hear in the music. kind of like making up emotional AMVs to lyrical music in your head, just now it's fast-paced and faces are being punched. as difficult as it can be describing and mapping all of that out--while keeping the urgency, the speed, and the impact felt in the writing--i have a LOT of fun doing it. and when people have let me know that i'm good at writing action sequences, all of that work and puzzling is extremely rewarding. c:>

13) describe your writing style. If you were to participate in an anonymous fic writers guessing game (like The Masked Author), what writing habits do you have that would be a dead giveaway that it’s you?

i've noticed a few in the day(s) that i spend revising my chapters before posting, but idk if they're... 'obvious' enough to be linked back to me, specifically? like... i can overuse the words "just" or "only", i think there might be sentence-structure patterns i have that aren't blatant but i notice them.

one thing is i know i use relatively simple vocabulary. i focus much more on being clear in my storytelling and the characters being felt than i do with fancy word play. which isn't to say fancy word play is bad, it's just not my personal top focus when writing. it's actually something i wish i was better at, because i've read some just. beautiful descriptions of things, or of locations, that can set up the atmosphere of a scene like *chef's kiss* 👌✨ so nicely.

i almost feel like this is something i should ask anyone who's read more than 2 or 3 things of my work. i can't think of anything that's incredibly distinctive to me as a writer, but that could also be because of the phenomena where you read and re-read your own work so much, and in a short amount of time, you run the risk of not being able to see that it's good. it all just kinda bleeds into a blob of emotionless symbols on a screen. >xD;;

--and that's not a cut at myself, just for clarification, it's a thing most--if not all--artistic types experience if they don't take breaks and let their brains refresh themselves. but uh, yeah. idk if i can answer that one! <:0

[pettyprocrastination]

I don't even know what I am asking for but can we get some headcannons for Stitches? Maybe some NSFW ones or possibly just some cute fluff showing the family dynamics with everyone? 🥺🥺

Thank you for gracing us with all your amazing work, it's honestly just, mwah - ✨

aaaa thank you so much!!! so I know this says nsfw but i also want to talk about stitches as a general gal (aka you) so were gonna delve into that a lil bit. (also sprinkle in a lil sumsum well see more of in future chapters)

@captainsamwlsn @cinewhore @ficsilike-reblogged (idk if i should tag those on the taglist for the fic because these are just short headcanons so uhh????)

You never went to college. Never felt the need to really. You worked from a young age for your father, even if you never thought of it as working. Sweeping up the shop when you got off from school as a child, sorting fabrics and clothes. He always told you he didnt want you to help “that’s why i have employees, little bee.” but you’d just smile wide and tell him you liked helping him. 

At a young age you loudly told him you demanded he teach you how to sew. Because you wanted to grow up to be just like him. He began to teach you during breaks at work and everyday after you came home from school, it was a quick hobby for you to pick up. If you weren’t sewing, you were watching him sew, and taking mental note of how calm he was and how fluid he’d move his hands to adjust the fabric and so forth. Any scraps were quickly snatched up by your tiny hands and taken off to your own sewing machine where you’d fashion it into whatever little project you were working on. 

Your father did actually want you to go to college. You were a smart kid, intuitive and stubborn, if you wanted something you would work until your bones ached to get you one step closer to it. He knew you were destined for more than this old shop, but everyday after finishing your homework you’d be by his side, listening intently as he taught you how to hem a dress and then excitedly showing him the latest shirt or stuffed animal you made. 

Even well into highschool, he talked to you about nearby universities and even some out of state. Sure the money would be a tight squeeze but he’d do it, for you. You were his everything. 

You gave in, told him you planned on taking a few economics classes at a local community college. “So i can help keep the shop running.” you told him with a proud smile. 

He didn’t want you to run the shop. The place was doing well but he knew one day itd run into the ground. A mall was opening up nearby, he knew that would put them out of business for good. He just hoped it’d be by the time you were gone, in college and pursuing a good job, a stable career. He wanted to make you proud, and he did that more than enough when you were young. He didn't want to shatter your image of your old man as a business owner by letting you know the shop was going to die. 

It wasn’t until the night of your junior prom that he finally gave in. When he saw you bounce down the stairs in a magnificent gown. Something that looked like it could be seen on a runway, something that surely could cost hundreds. 

But he knew. From the way you giggled and twirled, that you had made it yourself. 

“Made by yours truly! All the girls are gonna be so jealous! They're gonna wish they had come to us for their dresses!”

He knew then and there, you were gonna continue to bloom and create all your life. That he’d have to keep the business running for you to take over and watch it bloom

After prom, many girls came to you for your sewing services, often coming to you to make cheap copies of the latest brands and swarming you for dresses for graduation and future dances. 

You began to take classes at the community college your senior year, doubling your workload. your father often found you snoozing at the dinner table, textbook open and smushed against your face. 

He couldn’t have been more proud of you.

More about your father. 

His name is edmund, but goes by Eddie!

This man has so many friends. He's the type of guy who smiles and the clouds part. He makes friends literally anywhere he goes. 

Which in turn means that you had a metric shitton of adult friends growing up. Just random grown ups who'd come by for every holiday, pat you on the head and ask how school was. 

It was odd at times, realizing how much of a large unconventional family you had. But at some moments it was comforting. 

Like the two days you spent in the hospital after your father’s car crash. Many came and went, offering their comfort to you as you hoped and prayed for his survival and strength. 

They offered their comfort once more at the funeral but you were less receiving then. 

One of the closest men in your non-blood related family was Rodrigo. A portly man who owned a 24 hour restaurant just down the street from your sewing shop. 

In your early twenties, you and his son Benjamin dated for a few months. You laughed and traveled and did all the stupid shit you were supposed to do in your twenties together, but ultimately decided you were better as friends. 

But his father would always fondly call you the one that got away because his “dumbass of a son couldn't man up and make you his daughter-in-law.”

You never met your mother. Your father didn't have any pictures of her in the house either. 

You would ask about her constantly as a child, he always gave you the same response.

“Your mama and I had a fleeting relationship little bee, it just wasn't in the cards for us to stick it out together.” He would always get this wistful smile though. 

“But i'm okay with that. Because she gave me you. And you're the best damn thing that could've happened to me.”

In his last moments, your father had a smile on his face and realization in his eyes as if he saw somebody before him. Some nurses said he saw an angel, ready to lead him to heaven. 

You always wondered if he saw your mother. 

Though you had never seen the woman, you dreamt of her often. But they were always vague. A warm smile, a gentle caress to your cheek and a sweet voice speaking to you. 

You never knew what she was saying, but you always felt safe with her. 

if you couldn’t tell im back on my maxwell bullshit so if yall want some asks or headcanons feed ME BABEYYY

[kuroopaisen]

I love these questions!✨ so how about W, N, K, F, C and A for tiny love??

they’re so cute, right? thanks for sending some in!

a: how did you come up with the title to tiny love?

so there’s this song by mika called tiny love, and the affection he describes in it reflects what i’d like to have reader and iwaizumi feel for one another (especially later in the fic but we’ll get there). it ended up working pretty well for it, taking into regard that their relationship is sort of conceptualised as “tiny” in the grand scheme of things. does that make sense? i think i’m reaching. 

c: what character do you identify with most?

several elements of yachi’s character resonate with me -- anxiety, overthinking, catastrophising, not being quite sure what you can contribute to the world and the people around you. her arc about never quite feeling special or relevant (until kiyoko asked her to join the volleyball club) speaks to my own experiences in a lot of ways. 

she’s much more endearing than me, but i can assure you that we both stop functioning in the presence of beautiful women. 

f: care to share a favorite hurt/comfort fic?

i don’t read as much as i should, and i tend to steer away from anything angst-related so i’m not sure if the two fics i’m about to mention count, but-- 

cosmic hearts (@/w-yuren) - this really hits home for me because a lot of the friends i made in high school and university are either in different states or different countries. i’m often hit by bouts of loneliness, but this is the sort of story that reminds me that even if people aren’t with me physically, i’m never truly alone. i am free to dream too vastly and fall too deeply, for the stars of eternity will guide me to my forever waiting heart.

home (@/sneezefiction) - this one also resonated with me because i saw a lot of my own experiences reflected in it, both in the reader and in kuroo. without getting Too Much on main, i’m not exactly close with my family, so that idea of finding ‘home’ in other people and feeling safe with them is one i’ve grappled with for a very long time. it’s also about loneliness, but it provides a sense of warmth and safety that i really need sometimes. 

k: what's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

either ‘a world apart’ or ‘fireflies’ tbh. they’re both pretty hopeless situations where the characters can’t really do anything to get what they really want. they’re victims to their circumstances and they just have to bear that. 

n: is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

YES OH MY GOODNESS some of these fluffvember fics,,, i just,,, they’re not working out as smoothly as i want them to and i’d like to throttle them,,, i’ve still got time before november ofc but AAAA

w: do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

not to be annoying but somewhere in the middle! i don’t like them being super general because then i don’t really have anything to work with (and i get worried that i’ll end up writing something the requester won’t like), but i also don’t enjoy super specific prompts because then i feel more restricted (and i get worried that i won’t be able to write something the requester will like). 

so, anything that grants me some flexibility while communicating what it is you want to see is the perfect kind of request for me. 

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Aaaaaaa thank you everyone for 3,500 followers! I am very overwhelmed! For those who have been missing my smut, please know that I am finished with Big Bad Wolf Part 2, and am currently waiting to hear back from my Beta Readers. It’ll be up tomorrow 🥰

Most of these are about Different Dialects, so if you haven’t read that yet, check it out!

Anon Answers below the cut 👇

1. I was actually just looking at that one because I realized that I have two very similar requests (almost identical actually!) about this. One specifically requests that the Reader work for the BAU, and the other request that they don’t. I’m not sure if I want to write both, so which one is everyone more interested in?

This is the blurb on my Masterlist: Going Under ❤️ [requested]: Reader is this close to becoming a victim when her boyfriend shows up.

My current plan is to make her work at the FBI, but not with the BAU, who basically doesn’t know she exists. I could also do a civilian or an agent.

2. I have a request just like this in my upcoming fics on my Masterlist, titled “From the Tree” 😊

3. Aaaa this made me so happy to hear! I love smut (writing & reading) as much as the next gal, but fluff and angst have always been where my heart lies. I often feel like I have to write smut for people to be happy, so messages like this make me really happy 🥺❤️

4. Awww I’m glad I could help. I totally relate to your sister and I hope you guys can understand each other even better in the future! 🤗

5. Thank you so much! It was the most self-indulgent fic I’ve ever written. Probably the most “me” out of all of my (y/n)s (which, is rare for me - I usually base them on OCs).

6. I’m glad this is receiving such high praise! This is actually the kind of mood/style I really want The Birds & The Bees to have when I get to it. I’ll try to bring out more of Autistic!Reader (cough, me, cough) in the future as well! 

7. I’m so happy to hear you’re enjoying it! Information on upcoming Parts and H2M overall can be found at my Author Update, which should always be linked at the bottom of the latest Part & my Masterlist! It’ll be about 25-30 Parts as it stands, which puts us at the halfway point.

As for Part 16, I am currently writing it right now. I finished all the dialogue. I unfortunately do not have a date for when it’ll be out, but I hope it’ll be soon. I just took a little break since (1) it wasn’t on a cliffhanger and (2) I wanted to crank out some fluff.

I’ll give you a brief rundown of what you’ll get here since you asked:

The asshole friend from before returns

Reader gets into a fight with someone Spencer doesn’t know

Spencer asks Hotch a question

Also, for those wondering, I’m halfway done with the Phoenix epilogue and it’s chonky AF.

8. He’s just a lil baby. Babey boi.

Thanks for your questions and support everyone! I love you all! 🥰 Stay safe and take care of yourselves.

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Flutter.

SUMMARY: you never knew the reason why your heart always fluttered with the boy you had grown up with all your life.

PAIRING: jeno x fem!reader

GENRE: fluff! neighbor!jeno & bestfriend!jeno; friends to lovers au

WORDS: 2.3k.. like exactly 2.3k

WARNINGS: like. a speck of angst in the middle.

A/N: it kinda follows the american school system bc that’s the ... only school system i know LOL but alSO i usually write only soft hours aaaa but lets start off with my first fic with the one n only ... lee jeno hehe

Ever since you moved into your new neighborhood, only one person pops into your mind: Lee Jeno.

He was there when you first moved in, offering you a cookie his mom baked as you timidly clung on to your dad’s leg.

“Go on, sweetie. He’s going to be your future neighbor!”

Slowly approaching the long-limbed, yet small boy, he quickly took your hand in his and started to shake it. “Hello! My name’s Jeno. What’s your name?”

Little did you know that your encounter with Jeno would turn out to be the first of many, many other ones.

You had just turned six years old, and you were going to start your first day of first grade soon. Your mom insisted that you take the bus, calling it a way to  “make new friends”, but being the introvert that you were, it was your worst nightmare. Lightly tugging at your backpack, your mom said, “Come on, sweetheart, you’ll be okay!” You held back tears, and pecked your mom on the cheek before stepping on the bus.

The bus driver gave you a kind smile, but that did nothing to ease your nervousness. You walked down the cramped aisle filled with legs that stuck out and glittery backpacks and looked for lone seats; instead, you spot your neighbor, Jeno. At the same time, he spots you too, and gives you one of his iconic crescent eye smiles. 

“Come sit here, Y/N! We can be seat buddies for school!”

“O-o-okay!”

That was the first time Lee Jeno made your heart flutter.

You’re now twelve, but instead of your first day of first grade, it’s your first day of middle school. Jeno not only had found a new group of friends, but also became one of the biggest heartthrobs in the entire school. He had become good looking and was so tall that he towered over you at times. But still, he never forgot to hang out with you. He often came over to your house most nights to play games with you on your older brothers’ game consoles. He always went on ice cream runs with you and your mom, always yelling to his parents that “he’s off to get ice cream with Mrs. Y/L/N again!” Most importantly, he still rode the bus to and from school with you, insisting that he was your “eternal seat buddy”. 

However, when you stepped on the bus this morning, he wasn’t there in your usual seats, so you ending up walking to your locker alone in the morning.

“I ... can’t ... get ... this ... stupid ... combi-”

All of a sudden, another pair of hands land on your lock, and you look up to find the one and only, Lee Jeno.

“I’m sorry that I was gone this morning ... what’s your combination? I’m sure I could open it.” Jeno says, while giving you another one of his genuine smiles.

Smiling at his genuine willingness to help, you say, “Trust me, Jeno. I might have a better chance at going to the office instead. My dad literally scribbled it down this morning and it could be passed off as a kid’s handwriting. Plus, what if you’re late for class?”

Jeno lets out a laugh and says, “Don’t worry about my classes! Can you read out the combination for me then?” 

“I think it should be 29-10-35,” you hesitantly say, looking down at the crumpled piece of paper in your hands, attempting to decipher your dad’s rushed handwriting. Jeno questioningly looks at you and snatches the paper out of your hands to stick it up to the closest window, as if he believed the sunlight would help him read the messy, loopy handwriting better. Suddenly, he lets out a “Ha!” and hands you back the paper. Jeno turns back to the lock on your locker while whispering, “It’s actually 28,” Click. “19,” Click. “36.” Click.

With one swift motion, he was able to get both the lock in his hands and your locker door wide open. You glance at the nearest clock and it reads 7:58 AM, giving you two minutes before class starts.

“See? I told you I would open it on time. Now, hurry up and get your books! I don’t think all the girls in this school would be fond of you if you were to be late to homeroom with me.” Jeno says with a smirk before holding his hand out to you, ready to sprint to class with you hand-in-hand.

That cocky boy, you thought. Grabbing your textbook and slamming your locker shut, you stuck your lock back on and placed your hand on Jeno’s.

The moment Jeno whisked you away to homeroom with your hand in his is the second time he made your heart flutter.

The ripe age of sixteen has arrived, and your friendship with Jeno has altered in ways that you didn’t expect. For one, Jeno got his license earlier than most kids in the junior class as he had an earlier birthday while your birthday was stuck in the summer, so you weren’t able to get it as quickly. So instead of riding the bus every morning with Jeno, he swore that he would take you to school every morning, which of course, was approved by your parents immediately. Two, junior year was taking a toll on the both of you, so your nightly visits through each other’s windows were shortened to once a week. However, today you had promised Jeno that you would meet him at his house for an AP Biology test study session.

You knocked on his door three times, one time with a pause, proceeded by two quick ones. With this knock, Jeno is sure that you’re the one on the other side of the door, and not another girl from school asking for his number.

“Ah! Y/N! Ready to grind on some bio?” 

Looking back up into his eyes, you lose balance, not realizing that you blanked out and didn’t even notice the door opening. You lean forward a little in an attempt to regain your balance, but your knees lock instead. Jeno steadies you by holding onto your waist, and says, “You okay?” You nod almost instantly, cheeks reddening out of embarrassment.

You take off your shoes before entering Jeno’s house and you’re instantly greeted by his mom. “Oh! Y/N! Jeno didn’t tell me you were coming,” she says while wiping off her hands with a towel, “I would’ve made you guys my neighborhood famous cookies!” She winks jokingly and you respond, “Your cookies are just too good, Mrs. Lee. I was all over them when you brought them over last week!” with a smile as Mrs. Lee approaches you for a hug. 

“Hey! Don’t think I’ll let you steal her heart from me!”

Before you can give Mrs. Lee a nice “I’m-glad-to-see-you-again” hug, you turn around to find Jeno leaning against the stairs. Realizing he saw the entire encounter, you smirk at him, saying, “And what if I do? Your mom is just so sweet!” You can hear Mrs. Lee laugh behind you as Jeno walks up to the both of you and says, “You’ll have to steal my heart before you can steal my mom’s!”

When Jeno said that, it was the third time he made your heart flutter.

Jeno then takes your hand and says, “Okay, mom, I’m gonna go study upstairs with Y/N. We have our AP Biology test soon and I don’t think you want us getting two’s. Bye! Love you!” Mrs. Lee responds with a “Mhm.” before Jeno leads you back up to his room, with your hand still in his. 

Once you step foot into his room, a wave of memories hit you. 

“Tsk. Y/N, are you climbing through my window again?”

Midway through his window, you say, “Sorry, I’m home alone again. And I keep hearing weird noises! Jeno, I’m just scared.” Jeno looks up from his school project that’s scattered all over his desk with a glue stick in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other. “So, what do you want me to do? Cut them apart with scissors? Snip snip!” 

After you helped Jeno with his Egyptian project for his presentation on Monday, you found the both of you staring at his ceiling, adorned by glow-in-the-dark plastic stars and planets. You began to fall asleep while Jeno was talking, and the last thing you remember is Mrs. Lee whispering to you that “your parents are here to get you”.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N? Oh my god, she’s a goner.” Jeno says while vigorously trying to snap his fingers in front of your face. You grab his hand and say, “Stop it, you dork, I need more help on cellular respiration. I can’t remember any of the products again.” Jeno makes a sound in agreement and you feel buzzes coming from your phone in your back pocket.

[2:03 PM] juuuudy🧚🏻‍♀️: hey y/n where are you rn?

[2:03 PM] diane💃🏻: yeah where you at bro? let’s go get ice cream!

[2:03 PM] y/n: oh i’m @ jeno’s rn for ap bio. guys i cannot fail

[2:04 PM] juuuudy🧚🏻‍♀️: WHat YOU’RE AT JENOS

[2:04 PM] diane💃🏻: WAIT DO U MEAN T HE LEE JENO

[2:04 PM] diane💃🏻: BRO WTF GET US HIS NUMBER

[2:04 PM] juuuudy🧚🏻‍♀️: ^^^ agreed!!!!!1

[2:05 PM] y/n: guys i can’t just give y’all his number thats just creepy

[2:05 PM] juuuudy🧚🏻‍♀️: bro wtf.... do u like him or smth?

Before you can type out a reply to Judy’s text, Jeno whisks your phone away from your hands. “Hey! Give me my phone back!” you say, trying to get it from his hands, but his height allows him to keep it held high above his head while he attempts to read the texts that you sent. All of a sudden, he stops resisting you and hands your phone back. Confused, you’re prepared to tease him as to why he gave into you, but you’re interrupted by Jeno saying, “Do you like me?”

Shocked and unable to answer, you were only able to spit out an “I don’t know.” You had never felt this nervous before, as you’ve never thought of it that way. But perhaps, you do have feelings for him. Jeno, clearly confused and also unable to answer, simply says with a straight face, “Let’s just get to work on AP Bio. You said you needed help anyways,” before turning back to his desk.

Instead of a fluttering heart, your heart broke into a million pieces.

But what you didn’t know is that he really had just hoped that you said you liked him.

It’s been two years after he asked if you liked him, and it’s never left your mind. Jeno ended up acting like nothing had happened anyways.

Now, both you and Jeno are eighteen. Your graduation is set to happen tomorrow afternoon, and you’re getting a whole wave of nervousness running throughout your body. Trying on dress after dress, Jeno sits in your room clearly bored and swiping mindlessly on his phone. When you finally find a V-neck dress that’s just the right length and adorned with a floral pattern, you step out of your bathroom to show Jeno.

Noticing that his eyes are still glued to his phone, you say, “Jeno? Hello?” He still doesn’t look up, so you decide to spit out nicknames you knew he wouldn’t like. “Jeno-jaem! Loser! Momma’s boy!” is the three nicknames that finally get his attention.

“Dude, you know I hate that nick-”

Jeno’s mouth gapes open as he looks you up and down. You notice his ears getting slightly red when you say, “So? Is this the dress I should wear?” Stuttering, Jeno replies, “U-u-uh, yeah.” You look at him suspiciously and mumble, “Okay, I guess not then.” As you turn back to the bathroom to change, he quickly grabs your hand and says, “What I meant is that you look beautiful in it. Absolutely stunning in it.” 

You can feel yourself blush. His hand is still holding yours, and after a few seconds of silence, you feel yourself suddenly asking the same daring question he asked two years ago.

“Do you like me?”

Expecting a rejection, you let go of his hand and turn back around. However, this time, he pulls your hand back into a tight hug and says, “Maybe I do. And maybe I’ve liked you since the first time I met you.”

It’s finally the day of your graduation, and you’re lucky enough to be sitting next to Jeno. While sitting on white chairs lined up across the stadium’s field, you can feel all eyes on you and Jeno. Ever since last night, Jeno has been close to you, making all the girls around you become filled with instant jealousy and envy.

You look down in your lap and play with your fingers nervously when you hear Jeno say, “Don’t worry about them. I know you think they’re all looking at you, but if it makes you feel better, you’re the only one I’m looking at.” Looking back up into his eyes, you give him the biggest smile accompanied with a blush.

Once the speeches are given and the diplomas are handed out, the principal makes the final, iconic line said at every graduation. Immediately afterwards, the stadium is filled with cheers and yells, as you and Jeno throw your graduation caps up into the air. You both stand up facing each other when he finally makes the bold move to take your face in his hands and connect your plush lips with his.

His simple, yet loving action was the fourth time your heart fluttered for him; except, this time, you know why it was fluttering.

[burnedbyshoto]

anon: The artist @franeridart answers all of their asks in one mass post with a read more link so maybe you could try that as well. That way you could answer everyones ask but not spam anyones dash with all of your replys

you genius anon, and you genius artist! I just feel like as of late I have been getting a lot more things in my askbox, and I dont want to overwhelm anyone with spam. so, I will be creating these! unless it’s for y’all thirsty hoes asking for extra parts or whatever from very recent posts, expect this to happen every so often! the rest will be below cut. also first time using photoshop? how’d I do yall??? and also like.... let me know if you like this idea??? if not i’ll just resort to spam :)

@your-parental-figure : IK BUT DETECTIVE GUY CONSIDERED BOTH TOKOYAMI AND KIRI TO BE ALL MIGJTS SUCCESSOR DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT MENT??? THAT MOMENT WATERED MY CROPS, CLEARED MY SKIN AND SOLVED WORLD HUNGER

oh season four episode one, you may have been a filler, but you made me so happy to watch. honestly ngl, I was pretty surprised when he said kiri, not because he has no potential, but because it seemed like the top 4 from the sports festival, bUT FUCK YEAH KIRI AND TOKOYAMI!!!!! IN A DIFFERENT WORLD IT COULDVE BEEN THEM!!!!!

anon: Makeup smut for villain Deku should be good. 100% tender, no chicken

honestly, my favorite thing at this point is seeing you all crumble in fear if i’ll even give you a happy ending, and tbh idk if it will be for villain!deku >:)

@ohmycolie: So it’s Saturday night and I’m just sitting at home 🤦🏼‍♀️ could you maybe do a scenario where Bakubaby and Kiri decide to bring Kami into their sexcapades and after their little adventure Kiri is like “can we keep him?” 🤤💕

hi bby, while I can imagine something of this sort I am only a “x reader” blog :( so while its good thirst, I won’t be writing anything about it, sorry :( ily tho!

@michealsheep: Honestly is shiggy ended me after an intense nut like that I’d just thank him

honestly, I want shiggy just to end me??? whatta way to go. death by fucking nut.

bigdickkiri: I don’t get ship wars. Why do people wanna be so mean? It’s so easy to not be a part of any a that.if everyone appropriately tagged their posts, blacklisted rags they don’t like and didn’t act bitchy then they wouldn’t be an issue. - bigdickkiri

neither do I honestly. they’re just people looking for drama at this point, and it’s like... come on... you’re 25... stop

bigdickkiri: What a fantastic evening to tell my favourite writers that I adore them and that they're amazing! Look after yourself and have a gorgeous day! ❤️💙❤️💙 - bigdickkiri

I’m literally the worst. but um, I adore you so much, and I think you’re amazing!!!!! its 2am rn, but I can’t sleep anyways

🍒💥anon: Girl, your blog is having a glo up!!! I love it!! So pretty 👌 How are you doing today? Are you taking care of yourself? *sending good vibes and virtual hugs your way* -🍒💥

teehee, thank you for noticing!!!!!! i’m not 100% happy with it rn, but I haven’t had the time to get it perfect!!! wait a few more weeks and when I have actual down time, im fixing it >:) also, I am doing well, a lot of caretaking today! I never take care of myseld! *accepts the good vibes and virtual hugs because I am touch starved*

anon: I'm part of the protect uraraka squad!!! ♡

me too boo! you wanna fight me on my mochi loving girl meet me on the corner of my fists and in your faCE!!!!! (is this considered cyberbullying?)

anon: WTF @ THAT ANGST I M SAD NOW

this was in regard to my fic “because of you” which I posted because I was in a crying mood. HAHAHAHAHA YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO FEEL SAD I WINNNNNNNN

@joyfullydawn: I just wanted to say you're heccin' amazing??? The fact you named that roommate one "And they were roommates" I just--yes. This is more than ok. This is excellent. Please keep being awesome aaaa

and they were roommates was the first series I had, and the thing I did in celebration for 100 followers.... jesus that feels so long ago and not in fact less than two months ago!!!!!!!!!!! maybe I should reblog my old works so you newer lovely followers can read them!!!!!

anon: would u ever do a part 2 to under the mistletoe with aizawa? its so sad and i just want them to be HAPPY

I am planning on doing it!!!!! it’s in my requests, so no worriesssss ;)

hermana anon: hermana that todo angst 🥺🥺you’re literally the best angst writer jdjdbd

okay but for real do I write actually good angst??? asking for a friend..... and HGAIGHJIAORGHUOG THAKN YOU FOR THAT COMPLIMENT!!!! PLEASE RECOMMEND ME ANGST FICS BECAUSE I LOVE CRYINGGGG

🍒✨ anon: this has literally nothing to do with anything that’s on your account right now but do you think that dabi sends shoto happy birthday messages? i like to think he does because even if he’s a villain, he still lowkey care about his siblings - 🍒✨

this was from a very long ass time ago, and im sorry I never responded to you sparkle cherry anon, but I definitely do believe that he sends birthday cards. with his baby bro’s increase in his fangirl club, he now is unafraid to send shouto a card. its always the only one that catches shouto’s attention when he goes through them because they’re weirdly personal. shouto, being a smart yet dense idiot, believes its someone in the class pranking him.

~ I won’t be posting these messages, but they were from awhile ago when I was hitting a rough patch with my insecurity as a writer and my ability to give my all to you. there are many of you, 19 messages in total, where you told me why you loved my writing. I never responded to them because they make me cry even now looking back at them. to each and every anon, I thank you for saying those kind words. to @saladsharkz, @thecryingsombra, @olivenight17, @shutupwylow, @expressyourstarstruckrebel, and @awkward-theaterkid thank you as well. there is another non anon, but they asked not to be revealed. thank you so sososo much.

~ I will not be posting these as well, because again, drama from awhile ago. but this was in regard to the anon who did not like the kinklist I had created for kinktober. while now I think I am doing a pretty damn good job, and no one has said otherwise, to the 2 anons, @connors-my-boy, and bigdickkiri, thank you for fighting an anon that was never your responsibility to take <3

@w0w-s0-3dgy: u make me uwu so much🥺❤️ I LOVE YOUR PAGE BABE I HOPE YOU’RE DOING WELL!

BBY I LOVE YOU AND I AM DOING WELL NOW!!!!! THANK YOU FOR LOVING MY PAGE LITERALLY WHERE WOULD I BE WITHOUT YOU?!?!??!!

anon: You followed me and idk if it was just to be nice or if you want to be friends or what hdhakanskenebdhsiq

im starting to follow back people that make me happy. it’s been awhile since ive been on a followspree, but I follow you back when i see kind messages from you, when I see that you’ve liked so many of my horrible posts, when you reblog my things with the most amazing tags. I follow you because I want to be your friend, you’re always welcomed to be my friend!!! hell you can literally be like “bitch listen to this” and never once having spoken to me I will respond with “give me the fucking chisme my queen”

anon: *gives u an encouraging and comforting yeehaw*

now.... now I can conquer the world, thank you

anon: Hi! I love the way you're writing things for kinktober, and I'd personally love if you could reblog what you're writing multiple times because I'm at uni most of the day so I miss out on a lot. Pd. I absolutely adore your writing! Please keep up ❤

I AM TRYING TO REBLOG MY STORIES NOW BUT OMGNGSOUHFIPA YOU LIKE HOW I WRITE?!?!?!??!?!?!

heathers anon: Its the anon who sent the Dabi heather au. I send it because i know your popular and a lot of popular blogs check your blogs. And I honestly struggle with other blogs because they ignored most of my asks.

teehee, I appreciate you thinking im a popular blog and that other popular blogs check mine, but thats not true!!! sorry for never responding back, but i’m sure they’re not meaning to ignore you on purpose. there’s just so much happening things get buried!

@sinnaminsvga : we're both alyssa so it's really interesting to see the nicknames u use bc i see you use lyssa and i got the nickname ari and i think that's pretty neat how we both have the same name but wildly different nicknames

it don’t matter, we be alyssa twinsies!!!!!!!!!!

anon: I was just going through your master list, cause I’m in a stunning mood and why not make a good mood better? and I saw bakugous “sickness and that word I can’t spell” got hella happy for a sec CAUSE YES THAT WAS SO ADORABLE AND I LOVED IT. Then I remembered the heart shattering angst that came with Todos side. So like. Ily but you a meanie.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHHA WE LOVE SUFFERING!!!!!! I just... really have a thing for angst it seems... don’t tell my followers though, im in denial over it...