#also a repost to fix a mistake LOL

[butlerkitty-art]

big fan of @friendlyengie​ ‘s fem spy

+ the uncolored version i still liked

[tojilvrs]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ FUCK MY EX! (AND HIS BOSS) ceo!toji fushiguro x fem reader (2.7k)

repost from my old blog!!!

⁂ warnings: MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI! toji’s not a bum, reader gets cheated on (not by toji), m receiving oral, pet names, degradation, rough sex, reader’s ex sees them at the end, unprotected sex, creampie, sex as a revenge ploy, some praise, foot on head during doggy (does this have a technical name lol?), also tagging foot fetish JUST IN CASE the last thing counts lol, toji coerces reader, use of the name ‘daddy’ ONCE, spanking, some aftercare, toji steals your panties (and your heart), reader has hair long enough to be pulled

⁂ a/n: this fic literally came out of nowhere i had no plans of writing until i saw twitter porn and a little lightbulb formed above my head. anywho this is not great i wrote and proofread it while i was sleepy so if there’s mistakes don’t tell me i will get embarrassed!!!! THE PACING MIGHT ALSO BE HORRID i was just trying to get my claws on some fictional wiener. k luv u alllll <3

You never thought you could get this low.

You also never thought you’d come home to find your now ex-boyfriend balls deep in his coworker he told you not to worry about.

Way past the stages of hurt and with no more tears left to spill, you found yourself angry. You were pissed at your ex for being unfaithful. Pissed at the woman for fucking around with a man she knew was not available. And pissed at yourself for not figuring it out sooner. Once you got over your sorrows and finally felt able to pull yourself together, you just wanted to rid your apartment of anything that reminded you of him.

That's how you found yourself across the table from that rat bastard's boss. A box full of his old shit perched in your lap and your nails tapping the side of the cardboard. Scanning the room of Mr. Fushiguro's luxurious office and finding yourself filling with rage all over again knowing that the last time you were here, you were helping him get promoted.

"Pleasure seeing you again," you watched as Mr. Fushiguro took a seat in his plush office chair, "though it appears you're here to play the part of 'scorned girlfriend' instead of ‘concerned girlfriend, hm?’ Word travels fast ‘round here.”

"Ex-girlfriend."

"Right," he clasped his hands together over his chest and kicked his feet up onto his desk, knocking over his name plate, “so what're you here for, scorned ex-girlfriend?"

"Just want to give his shit back. Passing it on to you so I won't have to see him and blondie going at it in your breakroom." You watched the man crack a smile before speaking again.

"S'all you’re gonna do?" He knew your answer by the way you tore your eyes off of him and focused them on the box in your lap instead. Slightly slumping down in your chair as if you were a child in trouble trying to evade the scrutinizing gaze of a parent “Oh, don’t tell me you’re just gonna let bygones be bygones and let him get away with it scott free.”

His tone made you feel like your entire situation was almost comical. You looked back up and narrowed your eyes at the man. Scanning his face and watching the scar on his lip twitch when the corner turned up in a smirk.

“Mr. Fushiguro-“

“Don’t have to be all formal now, call me Toji.”

“Okay, what exactly are you implying, Toji?” he sighed before standing up from his desk and fixing his name plate, smirk never falling from his lips and eyes never leaving yours.

“I know he is my employee, but i’m not really… fond of him either. And you’re too pretty of a girl to just let him get away with cheating. It’d make you feel better to hurt ‘em a little bit. Get a little revenge.”

You broke away eye contact from him again to look around his office. Taking note of how sparsely decorated the area was as you pondered and tried to avoid his eyes. It wasn’t the most mature or logical decision, but he was right. It would make you feel better to make him hurt just a little bit. “And how exactly might I go about that?”

Toji laughed a little as he walked around the desk, taking the box out of your lap and placing it on the floor before settling himself behind you. The sweet tobacco scent of his cologne invaded your nostrils as he got closer to you, making his presence feel almost suffocating.

“Y’know what would really get him?” His voice sounded as if it were laced with a honeyed sweetness. The sound surrounding you and ringing around in your ears. He shifted his feet, but you still felt the heat radiating off of him and onto your back.

“What?”You felt him grow closer. Leaning down behind you. So close that you could feel his breath fan against your skin.

“Fuckin’ his boss.”

The lewd suggestion tickled the shell of your ear. Your eyes widening and mouth going dry once you realized exactly what he was proposing to you. You opened your mouth to protest. To tell him how absolutely ridiculous that was, but your words fell short. Closing your mouth again to look down and stare at the indentions the corners of the cardboard box had left in your skin.

You couldn’t say that you hadn’t let your eyes linger a little too long at Toji Fushiguro. Always noticing how easy he was on the eyes when your ex would make you tag along to work events. How his suits would perfectly contour to his body. Showing off his bulging muscles through the fabric. How he seemed to tower over you and everyone else with his height and domineering presence. How your gazes would linger a little too long on each other and how his fingertips would “accidentally” graze your hips when passing you.

You were taken away from your thoughts by the feeling of his fingers slowly caressing up and down your jaw. His touch soft, contrasting the rough calluses that lined his fingers. You also realized he had now moved directly in front of you and you were eye-level with his crotch.

“What’ll it be, sweetness?” The tip of his thumb travelled up to your bottom lip, smearing some of your lipgloss. “Y’gonna let me help you get back at him?”

You slowly looked up at him and nodded your head, still not trusting any words to come out of your mouth. He smiled down at you, removing the hand on your chin to pet your head and using his other to unbutton his slacks.

“Gonna make you feel so good, you’ll forget allllll about your little ex-boyfriend.”

You were still looking up at him dumbly as he freed heavy cock from the confines of his pants, subconsciously parting your lips and slightly sticking out your tongue at the sight of him. Relishing in the way he looked at you and the noises he made once his cock makes contact with your awaiting tongue.

“Already so good and fuckin’ obedient. Did he teach you that?” You shake your head and he cackles. Easing his way into your throat. “So you’re just naturally a whore, huh?” He lightly slaps your cheek, not even hard enough to sting, and moves from petting your head to gripping your hair once you take him all the way into your mouth. Testing your limits and pushing his way past the tight ring of muscle in the back of your throat, loving the way you choke and sputter around him. “Takin’ me so good. Bet that motherfucker couldn’t properly stuff your throat.”

Toji’s right- he couldn’t. He also isn’t quite as big as Toji is either, in both length and girth. It also seems that the man in front of you didn’t learn to fuck from porn like your ex did. Only pushing your limits a little bit at a time and not throatfucking you from the get-go. Also making sure you’re not suffocating on him for too long.

You began to move your tongue over the vein that ran on the underside of his cock, watching in satisfaction as he throws his head back and groans. Doing it again and again and watching his face contort in pleasure.

“Shit, baby, got the sweetest fuckin’ mouth.” His voice is huskier now, almost breathy. You watch as sweat begins to lightly bead across his forehead and his hands come off of you to loosen his tie around his collar. The air becoming too thick and hot for him. You suck him off with much more passion as you get used to his size. Bobbing your head up and down his length and occasionally pulling yourself off to lick on the sensitive skin around his balls. Not paying much mind to the spit that has run from your mouth and covered the bottom half of your face.

“That’s it- hah- fuck yeah… that’s it. Gonna cum down that pretty fuckin’ throat” You kept up your ministrations, using your hand to lightly squeeze his balls as you took his full length down your throat once more. Listening as Toji’s pants became progressively more and more uneven. Only taking a few more short moments before his abs tighten and he takes in a deep inhale as he shoots his load down your throat. His leg twitching as the coil in his belly snaps. Pulling off of him to stick out your tongue and show him that you swallowed it all.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl, aren’t you?” He gripped your chin tightly and you nodded your head dumbly, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. He smiled and gestured for you to walk over to the plush, black couch he kept in his office. A guiding hand resting on your lower back as he layed you down on your stomach. He took his time running his hands from your calves all the way up to your ass, like he was trying to memorize every dip in your skin. Once he reached the hem of your skirt, he flipped it up. Gently running the palms of his hands over the smooth skin and giving the right cheek a harsh slap and soothing the sting with the very same hand that inflicted it.

“Suckin’ dick make you this wet?” Your slick had soiled your panties, smearing onto your thighs. His fingers lightly ran across the soaked fabric. You felt the couch dip under his weight as he settled behind you, feeling the fabric of his haphazardly pulled down pants and the heat of whatever skin that was exposed press into you.

“Sucking yours does.” you gasp as he pushes your panties to the side to make contact with your swollen clit. The cool air of his office hitting your soaked center makes you shiver. “You’re gentler than I thought you’d be.”

“Oh baby,” He pauses, taking his hands off of you to maneuver himself around, “you haven’t had the worst yet.”

You’re comfused until you feel the tip of his cock prodding your entrance and begin to push in. Your walls greedily sucking him in even though it felt as if he was splitting you in two.

“Tight as a fuckin’ virgin, y’gotta open up for me, girl.” His fingers rub tight circles on your clit. Using that to his advantage to thrust his cock deeper and deeper into you until he’s bottomed out. Your hips arching into him as any remnants of pain begin to wash away and are overtaken with white-hot pleasure. His hands find purchase on your hips as his thrusts begin to speed up. Going harder into you and somehow hitting you deeper each time, causing tears to spring in corners of your eyes.

“Already cryin’ on my cock and we’ve barely even started? Slut can’t handle it?” He slaps your ass again, not caring if it stings. You furiously shake your head as moans and whimpers spill from your lips. Trying your hardest to match his brutal pace with your own hips. “Oh, you think you can take control now, huh? I’d watch it, little girl.”

At first you think he pushes your face into the couch with his hand. That’s until you realize that both his hands are still on your hips and it’s actually his foot that’s found its place on the back of your head as he continues to fuck the memory of your ex out of you. Your pussy clenching down on him at the mere thought of the position.

“Like being treated like a whore don’t you? Shitty man couldn’t do it like I can.” You couldn’t respond back even if you tried. Too caught up in the feeling of being stuffed full by the most skilled man you’ve ever fucked and biggest cock you’ve ever taken. Writhing under him as the pleasure of his tip repeatedly hitting your spot over and over again was becoming almost too much.

Toji must’ve felt the way your pussy began to tighten around him or how your moans were so loud the couch wasn’t muffling them well anymore. His hand snaked around your hip and back down to your clit to rub shapes on it, bringing your closer to your peak.

“That’s right, cum on this cock baby. Hah- cum all over my fuckin’ cock.” He spoke to you through gritted teeth and the sound went straight to your core. It wasn’t long after that your back slipped into a deeper arch and your cunt clenched down on him even harder. A white ring of cream forming around the base of his dick as he worked you through your orgasm and worked himself closer to his.

“Such a good girl. You’re gonna take my cum, yeah? Gonna let me fill you up?” You nodded a quick yes, pussy still quaking from your orgasm. the only thing keeping your hips from collapsing into the couch being the vice grip of his strong hands.

The foot pressed into your head was removed and replaced by his right hand gripping your hair and pulling you up to meet his face. Looking him in the eyes for the first time since he started fucking you and seeing the beast of a man he’s become. Pupils blown, hair messy, and face sweaty as his grunts get louder, more aggressive.

“So pretty baby. You’re my good, pretty girl, right? C’mon, daddy a kiss when he cums. You’ve been so. fucking. good.” The last of his words were punctuated by rough thrusts into your heat. His heavy balls slapping against your clit so hard it was making you jump. You craned your head back even more for your lips to meet his in a sloppy, lust-filled kiss as he lets out a final rough grunt into your mouth. The familiar warmth flooding your pussy as his thrusts begin to let up.

He’s gentle with you for the first time in a while, gently resting your head back down to the couch before slowly pulling his softening dick out, tucking it back into his underwear, and smoothing your skirt back down. Rubbing a hand over the arch of your back and letting you rest on his couch as he pulls off your soiled panties and pockets them for himself. Also noticing a patch of your slick that has soiled the front of his pants and smiling as a mix of both of your releases begin to trickle out of your spent hole. Using two of his fingers to push it back in. The room is quiet for the first time in a long while. Only sound being the oscillating box fan in the corner of the room. It says quiet for a while, until you break the silence.

“Don’t even think I can remember the fucker’s name anymore.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You turn over onto your back to face him, watching closely as he fixes his suit to the best of his ability. “Wouldn’t mind seeing you again, if you’d like.”

He turns to face you, smirking again, “Can’t say I’d hate that.”

It’s your turn to smirk at him before letting your head roll over and rest again. Consumed with the thoughts of how that was definitely the best revenge plan you ever participated in.

You’re almost drifting off until that same thought wakes you up again. Sitting up to look at Toji.

“Wait, how was any of that a revenge ploy if he didn’t even see it?” Toji smirks, fixing his tie. Not even a second later you hear a knock on his door before Toji gives the visitor permission to enter.

“You wanted to see m-“ Your ex stops mid-sentence once he sees you lounging on his employer’s couch with his cum leaking out of you. “Wait, what is she doing here?”

“Baby brought your shit by.” Toji kicks the box towards him as he pulls your panties out of his back pocket and swinging them around his index finger. “Anything else you need? Or do you just wanna watch me fuck your ex-girl again?”

[deadsetobsessions]

Do you think that you’d be willing to post your multi part fics(specifically referencing the alley drunk!danny here) on ao3? Like I don’t know what your criteria is for deciding that! But if you did I’d love to subscribe to it so if-ever/whenever you post a new part I’d get a cool little email ya know? Even if they chill out as like “2/?” chapters for years or eternity it’d be awesome!

Not intended to be pressure or anything!!!! I just really like your writing and sometimes miss updates you do in the flood of tumblr notifications, and then see that something has 2 extra parts I didn’t notice(which is always a pleasant surprise too, just like a surprise bonus part lol)

Anyway I love your writing and just wanted to ask if you might post more on ao3? And if you have like a certain line on what stays on tumblr and what you choose to cross post?(even if that line is just a “eh too much work”-which… Big Mood)

Hi!

Thank you for the ask and liking the writing enough (AHDJSJDHS you like my writing!!!) to ask, you know?

I’m actually working towards putting that one on Ao3, actually! I’m hunting for a title for it lol, because just titling it Alley Drunk Danny doesn’t encompass what I have in mind for him? Anyways it might take a while but it’ll get up there :)) (feel free to suggest a title) (I so don’t want to take it from a poem again but will if I have to)

My criteria for putting up works is kind of arbitrary? It’s mostly depending on whether I have inspiration for it and which ones I have the time to put in towards editing and actually stringing together a story line instead of just grouping together relative scenes. The stuff I post on here is honestly horrendously unedited and it’s mostly written on my phone at asscrack in the morning so it’s like half fever dreams half zero-research. Like it’s post and don’t look back, right? And every time I find a spelling mistake I didn’t intentionally make (+ when it gets reposted with that mistake??) it kills me a little inside lol

Like the IOU Danny wasn’t meant to be turned into a full fix, ever, but then I got a plot idea and it moved up to the “to be cont. into a fic” list. Then Alley Drunk kind of snuck up on me so that’s also happening.

TLDR: yes, I’ll post alley drunk Danny on Ao3 soon and I adore you, whoever you are, for asking ✨

[its-a-me-mango]

yo mango, i found this in twitter(x). a creator in twitter sented this.

Oh boy, yes this is the response I was referring to in my other post, and I have some things to say about it.

TL;DR: Clarification is nice but it shouldn't be up to the employees to apologise for something that upper management should've taken accountability for anyway. I'm not accepting everything as "fixed" until Celeste says anything else.

Obligatory "we don't know everything so don't jump to conclusions!!!" disclaimer (personally I love jumping to conclusions I love drama lol)

(also my stance on what I'm doing with this account is at the bottom of it so go take a look if you wanna know what I'm gonna do)

Ok first off, let's start positive, good to have some accountability and a bit of clarification on what's happened, considering I honestly thought GLITCH was just gonna keep quiet and hope for it to brush over, having the manager tell their side of the story is a good thing.

That's all the positives I have towards this apology because the rest are all negative.

For starters, why is the manager taking full accountability for this, while yes they made the decision, the higher ups should be taking accountability, at the end of the day Jasmine is an employee of GLITCH. Normally when something happens within a company, the company itself will put out a statement taking accountability for the actions of their staff. This hasn't happened yet, it's not Jasmine's full responsibility for this, there should be recognition from the company of their mistake.

I get if they're taking a while to make a response, but it's not hard to put out a statement saying "hey, we fucked up, sorry". It would be miles better than having an employee put it out IN THEIR FAN DISCORD SERVER OF ALL PLACES, thank got it got reposted because none of us would know others.

Furthermore, what is the main message from this, the main reason for this happening? "Oops I forgot". That's such a shitty excuse, especially for a manager. I completely understand getting overworked as hell, from what I've seen Jasmine is also the manager for a lot of other things at GLITCH, and if GLITCH's Glassdoor reviews are anything to go by, overworking employees seems to be their biggest flaw.

Something like this slipping their mind would be fair and understandable under those circumstances, but that's what upper management is for, it's up to them to make sure people do what they're employed to do, that includes making sure the appropriate messages are sent out, especially for big changes like this. Of course no one likes to have a boss that questions everything you do, but having someone check that all the appropriate messages are sent out is pretty damn important for running a company.

This is ultimately a show of poor management on GLITCH's behalf, had they communicated better not just with Celeste but also with each other, this entire situation would've been avoided.

I don't think this is some catastrophic downfall that can never be resolved, it actually can be resolved quite easily. All it involves is an admission of negligence on GLITCH's side and a proper apology to be sent and accepted by Celeste. Obviously I'm not gonna go demanding such things be made public but treating this like GLITCH's downfall is just kinda silly, this can be fixed.

Yes this is bad, and you should feel upset/angry about this all happening, seeing voice actors being treated poorly and "forgotten" about sucks and doesn't reflect well on GLITCH at all, if you don't want to support GLITCH right now that's completely reasonable, but this isn't worth wishing the companies downfall over. Advocate for change, not carnage.

There is also the possibility that this whole "apology" is bullshit. More comments from SMG2's now former VA have come out about this apology.

If this is all true, then that's just as bad on GLITCH's side. Ultimately we won't know the entire story until Celeste makes any other comment, however given how taxing this has all been on her, it's understandable if she doesn't say anything now, or ever to be honest.

My love and support goes out to Celeste during this time. I hope she and GLITCH can come to some kind of agreement that allows everyone to move on.

Anyway, so about me now, haiiii

I'm likely gonna mostly hault making SMG4 art for a while due to this, I love this series and I don't like to see this all happen to it, but I care more about treating voice actors fairly and making sure they're given the respect they deserve, if that involves stopping my support for GLITCH for now then so be it. I'm hoping this gets resolved, if that does happen i'll go back to normal, if not thennnnn I'll deal with that when it happens.

I'm still happy to interact with people in this community still, there's a few ideas and pieces I want to make for other people still, things like AU arts and DTIYS's, so I'll be doing that, but as for new SMG4 art and memes, not right now. (lets face if the SMG4 community on Tumblr is so far removed from everyone else it's basically our own series out here lmao)

I'll still draw Mango don't worry, he's basically my persona so I can detach him from SMG4 for now, my silly lil guy isn't going anywhere.

I understand that a lot of people are upset by this and are trying to block it out and carry on as normal. While I understand why most of you are taking that stance, I know a lot of you are teens and SMG4 is a source of comfort for a large chunk of you, please don't just ignore all this happening. I don't even care if you take an inconclusive stance on this, just please don't block it out entirely and pretend it's not happening, that's just not fair on Celeste.

I'll be doing my best to keep up with this as much as possible. I know I've come across as overly critical during all this, but I don't like seeing people act like GLITCH has done nothing wrong and never can. It's ok if a company you like has done something shitty, they do that all the time, but its not ok to let them get away with it and pretend it never happened, that's just covering for their shitty actions. I'm not going to cover for GLITCH's shitty actions which is why I'm speaking up about it and will continue to do so until some kind of resolution is reached.

Anyway I've talked enough, if you're reading haii hello thanks for reading the whole thing , if you skimmed to the bottom I'm shooting you with lasers (/j). We'll see what comes of all this but until then take care. <3

[mediocretranslations]

Tetsurou Kuroo VS Kenma Kozume - △ University Student

DISCLAIMER: I am not fluent in Japanese and the translations are not 100% accurate, so there may be lots of inaccuracies. Please let me know if there’s any mistakes I made in the translation!

Please do not repost my translations anywhere else!

A Tetsurou Kuroo and a Kenma Kozume story from the HQ FBS △ University Student series

Read below!

The last panel is the artist's information!

Thank you for reading!

hello again! several months passed by and my quality is still deteriorating almost had to redo the first page entirely because of a minor screw up, but with what was left of my paint fogged brain, i managed to salvage it! hell no am i cleaning up text bubbles again. now for the translator notes! page 1: last box is just idle chatter, didn't have the energy to fill it in and also i'd block the drawings... page 5: not sure if kenma is saying "i should get" or "we should get" page 6: i don't know if kuroo is whining how he wants to share a drink with us or with the "same guy" (in the first page), so i stuck to what made sense...in my mind last page: the prompt (grey bubble) is something among the lines of "how he waits for (valentine's) chocolate" and above their heads is their different reactions. kuroo's: "rather than waiting, he messes around" (kinda saying that he teases you for it) kenma: "he stays quiet about it, but when he hears [you say] 'here you go', he answers" (which means he waits patiently but jumps at the opportunity (?)) whew! whole lotta hoopla over a simple triangle chapter. dont know why i was procrastinating so much on this also it feels like whenever i post it's a landmark on my life. right now im at my final year of school lol. got off on a bad start, but i'm hanging in there...! also uhh...got a bunch of new novels from a while back and ordering a new one! an inarizaki themed! who knows if it'll come to me in one piece, though... is the one piece real? also CAN TUMBLR PLEASE FIX THE EDITING FEATURE??? whole app keeps crashing whenever i try to copy paste my formatting ;; also uh if the order of the pages is confusing or the qualitys a bit iffy, feel free to let me know!

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[houseofsnarry]

💚 HoS Members’ Recs: Self Rec ❤️

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*Sorry for the repost! In the process of fixing a mistake, I accidentally deleted the original post. This mod and Tumblr are not on good terms right now. lol BUT! We added one more fic and it's a doozy! Check it out! And hopefully there are no more mistakes. *crossing fingers

- Scarlet It's NaNoWriMo! While we are busy creating new fics and art and rec lists and everything under the sun for our fav ship, what about some self-recs? Here are some of our fav Snarry works made by us! As we look forward to accomplishing our goals, we got to give appreciation to the works we've done in the past. <3

Art

🎨 Little Christmas story - @flymetosnarryland (AO3) with a snippet on Tumblr

🎨 Severus in red + Under the Influence Harry - @ofnightsndsongs (AO3)

Choose Your Own Adventure

🌸 What Comes Next (And How to Like It) - @likelightinglass (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 28.6k

A choose your own adventure fic! You are Severus Snape. You survived against all odds, and now it's time to take life into your own hands. What will you do with this gift of a second chance, and how will you find your happy ending? Your happy ending is pretty much always Harry Potter, but there's so many fun ways to get there.

Fanfic

📚 B.R.E.D - Elffaw Rated E, Word Count 5.3k

“You have been summoned here today,” he said, each word crisp and clear, “to partake in a physical examination required by the Ministry itself; in other words, you will be B.R.E.D.”

📚 Certain Dark Things - @liladiurne (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 50.3k

“You want me. I know you do.” I was too worn-out by then to even deny it. In the light of day, with only the summer wind and the cicadas to hear, it didn’t seem necessary to hide it. “It doesn’t matter, Harry. This can never happen.” He stared at me some more, and I did my best not to falter under those shimmering eyes. “I won’t tell anyone, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he assured me.“ I know you wouldn’t,” I added, insisting on the conditional. I didn’t like the way he’d spoken as if it had already happened. As if I had already lost. Perhaps I already had. In which Severus takes a trip to Italy, thinking he'll have a quiet time at the Malfoys' villa, but Harry has other plans. Written for prompt #182: AU. Harry never lived with the Dursleys. He was adopted by the reformed Malfoys as an infant. He is secretly in love with his adopted father's best friend, Severus Snape.

📚 Contempt - @danpuff-ao3 (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 20k

Harry hates Snape, and he always will. (He will, won’t he?)

📚 Courting Day - wendymarlowe Rated M, Word Count 42.8k

It's Courting Day: seventh- and eighth-year students get the chance to declare their intentions to formally woo each other. The only way for Harry to avoid being a matrimonial target is to put in a declaration of his own. Surely if he picks someone who would never in a million years accept his suit, he'll escape unscathed...

📚 dream a little dream of me - @dandelionstars (AO3) with art by @acydpop (AO3) Rated T, Word Count 4.6k

While Severus was not a strong enough Seer to receive complete soulmate dreams, unfortunately, he had just enough power to catch fleeting moments of his soulmate. These flashes of intense joy were more of a curse than a blessing. Despair was suffocating when his hopes were dashed again and again like carved crystal, inevitably shattered on the floor. A Snarry Soulmate AU

📚 For I Have Found Salvation - @lumosatnight (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 7.1k

Severus is a priest, and Harry is the parishioner who may just make him break his vows of celibacy.

📚 Harry Potter’s Avada Kedavra Wedding - whythehellnothavefun Rated M, Word Count 11.4k

(From The Book of Terms And Their Definitions, page 101) Avada Kedavra Wedding: noun, informal, see also: Avada Kedavra Marriage An enforced or hurried wedding, due to one member being pregnant or under blackmail, potentially to gain access to another’s vault(s) and/or properties. (See also: Muggle Oxford English Dictionary, shotgun wedding/shotgun marriage)

📚 Invisible String - @givereadersahug (AO3) Rated G, Word Count 3.7k

The first time Harry saw Snape's black eyes — him truly acknowledging Snape's existence beyond him being his mean professor — it was the night after Harry killed Professor Quirrell. He was dreaming, and in his dreams, he was screaming. Harry dreams of Severus over the years.

📚 On the Origins of Dementors - DarkTony Rated G, Word Count 2.6k

Amidst the pages of tomes that now remain unread,there a story, a fable, a legend goes of a man made of misery…

📚 Sir Saisir - @coconutice22 (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 27k

Some things that glitter are gold. Twenty years after defeating Lord Voldemort, Severus has a meet-cute at a, ahem, private members' club.

📚 The Beat of Their Own Drum - @aeternumregina (AO3) Rated M, Word Count 2.4k

Harry sees Snape dancing at a bar, and is instantly enthralled by this new, carefree person who barely seems to resemble his old teacher.

📚 The Way Death Clutches At Life - @tax-onomic (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 7k

Death is permanent, unless it is not.

📚 This is not my beautiful wife - Klari Rated M, Word Count 35.9k

What happened after Harry smashed up Dumbledore’s office? With Sirius dead and his plans to run away from the Wizarding World on hold, Harry is on the edge— literally, and Severus manages to learn rather a lot about him at the top of the Astronomy Tower.

📚 Wish not for a soul that is full of sin - @serenaew (AO3) Rated T, Word Count 4.7k

After all, a flighty soul could not return to the water, or to the earth, as they maintained all life eventually should. (What one did not have, they believed, could not be broken.) Prologue to the merman!Snape, amnesia AU no one asked for.

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[batsyforyou]

Little Dove: Part 1

Manwë X FemChild Reader

Warnings/Tags: POV changes, child crying, a child getting lost, child-ish shenanigans, stress, feeling a little ill, slight depression mentioned, future kidnapping, and some political talk is briefly mentioned as well. Everything here should mostly be fluff right til the end. All possible cuss words/phrases have been removed.

Reader Info: Pronouns Used: she/her. I also mentioned that the reader is blonde and female. If that doesn't work with you just imagine what you want.

Elvish words: These are Quenya mostly, nésa (sister), Elleth (elf-woman), Ellon (Elf-man), Atar (father,) Amillë (mother), Ammë is also mother but I stuck with the first one. If I used any of these incorrectly please let me know and I’ll come back and fix it.

Character List: Manwë, Varda, Fingon, Feanor, Finrod, Maglor, Maedhros, Ramtôr (a named guard really/male oc), Finarfin, Olwë, and Y/n.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with The Silmarillion, the Lord of the Rings, or The Hobbit. I do, however own my fanfic and I ask that no one reposts or puts my work in an AI system. Thank you.

Author’s Note: So here it is a “couple of days” later lol. Overall I think I did an okay job at characterizing Manwë and the rest. I don’t think it's horrible but it could be better. I worked super hard on this so I hope it reads okay for everyone. And please let me know if I made any mistakes or if you have any tips. I’ll try to come back and fix them if I can.

Ps. Please remember this was a part of a larger work. I'm just dicing it into pieces. And I’ll be posting the second part as soon as I can. This story was supposed to have three-five parts. I don't know if I’m gonna post all five or leave it at three. And a little disclaimer here but I have never written for any of these characters before and I’ll admit that dialogue is my weakest skill. Anyway thank you for reading and I hope you have a very blessed day!

And Flora, thank you so so much for all the love and support you gave me! I really appreciate it.  

Little Dove

POV: Manwë

Manwë was ashamed of himself. Truly, was there no worse feeling in the world? Lord Irmo’s Maia had performed wonderfully in their duties. They had prepared Irmo’s Mansion in festive decor in record time and had managed to provide such scrumptious food for the feast tonight. A task he was sure had been near impossible with the sheer number of elves joining this evening, far more than expected. And here he sat with his fellow Vala at a night of Celebration feeling…unwell, to say the least. The burden he usually carried felt heavier than usual. He sat at the head of his table boneless in his chair and his temples pounding. His nerves were tingling with fire and he was so warm he thought he might turn to ash.

He had desperately hoped this evening would go differently.

Tonight they were to celebrate and bless Finwe’s newest grandchild. The elves were quite ecstatic about the Festivals arrangements even some of his own maia were quite pleased. The Halls of Irmo echoed the sounds of music from lutes to flutes to harps to bells and joyous laughter bounced off the walls. Colorful decorations had been hung and the ballroom floor had been polished with enough shine to mirror the people’s reflections. Chandeliers hung above emphasizing both the vaulted ceilings and the embroidered tapestries. Over high arches there were plants and flowers growing and they wrapped around pillars and over some of Lord Irmo’s statues. In between it all the Elves danced about and ate and drank by their tables and sang. Honestly, it was quite a sight.

Shifting in his seat he rested his elbow on the arm rest and placed his head in his hand. With the insistent pounding in his head he briefly closed his eyes to feel the smooth coolness of his robes upon his skin, almost wishing on Varda’s stars he hadn’t been needed for tonight’s attendance. Perhaps if he had done so he wouldn’t have to sit and listen to all the noise.

But no. He had his duties to perform and besides he’d kick himself if he hadn’t come. Somewhere amongst the merry making elves was a sweet little elleth who’d waited very patiently to meet with them. She’d undoubtedly been anxiously awaiting for her big day with bated breath. Heart filled to the brim with the utmost excitement, most likely annoying her parents in the meantime, and he had no desire to ruin the night for her.  Just the thought of it made his stomach churn with guilt.

However, his mind was occupied with bigger things. As much as he’d like his biggest concern to be the happiness of a young elf. He truly had far more important things to think about. Like young Prince Feanor and his strange behavior as of late. Or that of his brother’s sheer lack of, well, effort he should say.

It seemed everything was losing balance and crumbling in towards his feet. He was not sure what to do with the young Prince; in fact, Manwë would go as far as to say Feanor was paranoid. Though a part of him understood that Feanor had always been protective of his work and he had accomplished much in his time. Perhaps the young Prince was simply fixated on a new project again. It did make him wonder what exactly was going through the young elf’s mind when it came to moments like these. Perhaps he should consult Lord Aulë next he saw him.

His brother, Melkor, was not in attendance tonight. With Melkor’s recent release into Valinor he had thought the celebration would be a perfect chance for his brother to reintroduce himself to the Elven people and bolster his morale but alas Melkor had made other arrangements. Simply put Melkor had made no attempt in connecting with the elves or even acknowledging them. He knew Melkor felt terrible about what happened but further isolating himself didn’t help matters.

Manwë took a breath moving to pinch the bridge of his nose strands of his white hair falling in his face. Why both Feanor and Melkor had to be so stubborn instead of simply enjoying themselves would forever boggle his mind. At the mere thought his head ached and as the minutes drew on, it only got worse. He had over exerted himself and was now paying the price.

His lady wife had warned him, his precious lady was the only highlight of his evening thus far and he was forever grateful. He tilted his gaze and watched her through white lashes as she talked freely with Lady Nienna beside him. He adjusted the grip on his face and felt his rings bite into his skin.

Varda was simply breathtaking. She had worn some of her finest robes in honor of the celebration. They were the color of lavender and her new pretty silver circlet sat upon her brow. A large gem of diamond rested on her forehead, sparkling almost as brightly as the tiny dotting of stars in his lady’s raven hair. Simply breathtaking. Exquisite in the highest regard.

Unable to resist he very lightly let the back of his fingers graze her arm, aware of the public eye. Varda glanced at him and he smiled when she turned to face him. Lady Neinna being momentarily distracted with the arrival of her brother Irmo.

His love racked her eyes over him once whispering, “Darling, you look exhausted. How are you feeling?”  

He ignored her, simply taking his time to admire her form. “You look positively ravishing tonight. Have I told you?” She hummed, leaning in and fussing with the side of his robe. He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent. He could smell the oil she had used, the light floral hint and hear the jingle of her jewelry. He could feel the heat of her words by his ear as she spoke, “Yes, three times this evening, my love.”

“Only three?”

“Only three.”

“An oversight on my part, my dear, I’ll have to regale you with praises of your brilliance to make up for it.”

She laughed. “You’ll have to do so in the comfort of our home.” She sat back into her chair, her drink in hand. He watched as Lady Nienna pulled his wife's attention away from him with a smile. Though the sharp glance Varda sent his way told him that his avoidance in answering her earlier question would not last for long.

He averted his gaze from his wife, feeling his blood pulse and his stomach pinch. He rubbed his forehead and felt a slight dew of sweat. Maybe a minute or two away to compose himself would be best. Rid him of his mood. With a word to his wife Manwë excused himself discreetly slipping from the ballroom and entering Irmo’s blessedly quiet halls.

POV: Finrod

Finrod was silent as he watched the crowd, his blue eyes raking across the room. There were hundreds of elves here tonight. A wonderful turn out for him and his family but a misfortune in Y/n’s eyes. He was quite certain, however; that she'd look back at this moment in life and be grateful so many had come. For his part, he was thrilled to see so many elves had come to celebrate his sister’s special day and share in this moment.

He’d be the first to admit that, in retrospect, he could have planned for Y/n’s first public appearance far better than he did. And while that responsibility belonged to his Atar, and his Atar alone, Finrod felt particularly responsible. After all, as her eldest brother she looked more towards him for guidance and reassurance. And his sister was still a young elf, practically a babe, he felt that it was his job to guide her steps when he could and help her adjust to new things as time grew on.

Before tonight, Y/n hadn’t made any appearances or participated in any event. If the public saw her at all it was a glimpse of her hair and gown.

Naturally when she’d first heard of her party and the expected amount of party goers, she’d been reasonably frightened and had spent the last few months dreading the party. She’d tried to find every excuse under the Light of the Two Trees to not come. And he had tried to lessen her anxiety and subsequent panic by taking her out to the market and letting her explore on her own terms. Even if that consisted of her glaring at passerbyers and gripping onto his hand with all the strength a little elleth like her had.

Despite his best efforts and reminders about the importance of her Presentation to the Valar. Y/n had thrown a fit about attending with Amillë earlier and had told him right before passing the party’s threshold that she was scared to go and had asked him to stay with her.

As a result she���d been wanting his attention like no other tonight. Tugging on his robes and pulling his arm, holding his hand, hugging his leg, and mostly clinging onto him. It’d gotten to the point he almost tripped over her, she’d been so close! All of this while many noble houses and their representatives came to speak with her or more rather him. As he would redirect their attention elsewhere.

He understood she was nervous about being out with so many people. And he understood that she felt safer with him. However, her behavior was getting a little . . . much. Though some part of him felt guilty that he hadn’t been able to better prepare her for tonight. If he had she probably would have fully enjoyed her celebration instead of hiding behind him for the majority of it.

Finrod raised his arm, feeling his robes shift with him and pinched the bridge of his nose. He could feel the beginnings of a headache. This evening was dragging on far longer than he’d like.

“Finnie? . . . Finnie!? . . . Finniee!”

He felt an insistent tugging on his robes and held in a sigh. Dealing with a hyper ten year elfling at such a late hour was not on anyones to do list he was sure. He looked down at his sister and found her clutching tightly onto his robes in her pretty pink gown. Her eyes wide and doe like as she stared into his and he felt some of the tension flow from his shoulders.

“What is it?”

She beamed up at him and bounced on her toes.

“Can we get that pretty cake with the raspberries, please?”

He frowned, raspberry cake? He hadn’t seen that particular treat being severed this evening. Not an actual raspberry cake. A cake topped with raspberries, perhaps?

“What cake?”

“The really small, pretty one, over dere!” Y/n squirmed excitedly and pointed over the buffet table, “Over dere! See?” He followed her finger and found that there was indeed a dessert that had raspberries but it wasn’t a cake, it was a raspberry tart. A sweet tasty pastry made with an almond and raspberry filling. Topped with cream and raspberries. He had eaten it before, it was very tasty, full of flavor. And something a ten year elfing definitely didn’t need at this time of night.  

“How about we save one for you tomorrow, hm?”

“Tomorrow?! Why can’t I have it now? ‘Em hungry now! Pretty please Finnie, I promise to be good!” She whined. Her eyes swelled with water and she jutted out her bottom lip, pouting.

Finrod shook his head, chuckling, “Don’t fret, I'll get you something equally as nice.”

“You promise?” She sniffed.

He playfully rolled his eyes and leaned down to pinch her nose, coaxing a giggle from her. “Of course.”

Y/n vigorously nodded her head excited. “Okay! Can we dance after?”

“I’d be delighted too.” Taking Y/n’s hand he led her to the buffet table. It was decorated with a pink tablecloth and vibrant pink colored rose petals scattered underneath the small fruits and dinner appropriate dishes. The decorations for this evening had been up to Lord Irmo's maia to decide. But he remembered how Y/n had been approached by a maia who had asked her what color she favored best. He smiled remembering the encounter as Y/n happily looked through the options.

He watched his sister fondly as she babbled about the berries she wanted and which were best. Her hair had been loosely braided for the evening. And he knew how much she hated having her hair pinned. She made it a common practice to remind Amillë and every other elf within hearing distance how uncomfortable it was. How the pins always pulled her hair too tight and how silly it made her look. He wouldn’t be surprised if Amillë had been regaled with the usual speech earlier in the evening. With a reminiscent look in his eyes he placed his large hand on her head.

Y/n huffed tilting her head up to glare at him.

“Finnie, you're gonna ruin it!”

He smirked, “Oh, please nésa, I’m not ruining it.”

“Oh, come now, cousin. You know how the ladies are with their hair.”

Finrod grinned and turned to meet the voice of his cousin.

“Fingon!” He stepped forward and clasped Fingon’s shoulder. “It's been several months since I last saw you. How have you been? Staying out of trouble I hope?”

Fingon tossed his head back as he laughed, his roped gold braids bumping against his chest. “Ha! If only! How about you, hm?” He raised a dark brow. “Smooth sailing I hope?”

Finrod released a sigh, and let go of his cousin’s shoulder, “It is as you said, ‘if only,’ though it hasn’t been nearly as miserable as last year's . . . festivities, I should say.” Referencing a particularly nasty disagreement between two noble houses that had happened late last year. Both high ranking ellons who served in the royal court. Their bickering had created quite a scandal though no one really knew as to why or what had started it, only that it had something to do with their daughters and that it had been a private affair. In the end, it’d required the King's discretion in ending whatever it was and the King refused to speak of it. Though that didn’t stop the people from speculating nor the raging gossip that had filled the palace halls.  

Fingon nodded in acknowledgment casting his eyes downward as a playful grin crossed his face, “And it appears my littlest cousin is shy tonight?”

Finrod looked down to see the top of Y/n’s head as she grabbed onto his robes partially hiding behind his leg and a surprisingly good amount of berries in her fist. He was surprised she hadn’t taken the opportunity to steal that pastry she wanted.

“If you came around more often she’d be more familiar with you.” He meet Fingon’s eyes while placing a hand to the back of Y/n’s head again. “Nésa, why don’t you say hi, hm?”

“Hi.” She wiggled herself further behind his leg, cheeks blooming with color. Fingon beamed at her, “Hello, Y/n. How are you tonight?”

“Fine.” Y/n muttered and Finrod lightly bumped her side, “And, and how are you? Do you like the party?” She asked. Quickly shoving a few berries into her mouth.

Fingon made an exaggerated nod, “I do!” Then as if he had a secret to share he leaned in close and covered the side of his mouth. “I especially enjoyed the candied fruits they served tonight.” To prove this he pulled a candied strawberry from, seemingly, his robe’s pocket and happily popped the polished fruit into his mouth.

Y/n let out a disbelieving gasp, “What?!”  She turned to him saying, “Finnie! Why does he get to have his treats and I don’t? That isn’t fair!”

Fingon reeled back in mock horror, “What!? Finrod, is that true? You're keeping her from her cake?”

Finrod glared at him while mildly wondering how many other treats his cousin had up his sleeves, “No, I am not. Now just isn’t the appropriate time for cake. She's had enough sugar for tonight.” He crossed his arms and fought a scowl from his face. He’s dealt with his energetic sister all evening and he wasn’t keen on making the inevitable sugar crash any worse than it had to be. “And she wants a pastry not a cake.”

Fingon ignored him and gave another dramatic gasp, “Not on your Begetting Day! Indeed this isn’t fair!”

He rolled his eyes, “Not that I need to remind you but it is also her Presentation to the Valar. Fetching her more sugar would not be a good idea. She’ll feel sick if she consumes anymore. Not to mention that once the sugar rush leaves I’ll have to deal with a very cranky and exhausted elleth.”

“That's all the more reason to let her have it!” Fingon waved his hand, “Besides she’ll be presented to the Valar soon enough. Why not let her have the treat? She can go to bed right after the Presentation as everyone else will be dancing and-” He paused carefully selecting his next words. “And they’ll be getting further into their drink. It’ll not be a party suited for one so young.”

Then Fingon confidently moved forward and wrapped an arm round around his shoulders. “And I am confident that the other little ones that’d been scattered about will also be leaving for their beds as well.”

Finrod only raised a brow and gave Fingon a warning look. Though Fingon continued to ignore him and instead turned to Y/n who’d been oddly quiet, “You know Y/n, why don’t the two of us go get that pastry you wanted, hm? After all, it is your special day. You should have what you want!”

Fingon separated himself from him and took Y/n’s hand into his as Y/n squealed in excitement.

Finrod sighed, leveling Fingon with a disapproving glare though he made no move to stop him. His cousin smirked at him and wiggled his brows as he and Y/n left to travel further down the buffet table.

Finrod felt his mouth twitch as he fought a smile, happy to see the two spending time together, but instead he rolled his eyes. Watching Y/n as she giggled and hopped alongside her, undoubtedly, new favorite cousin. Thankfully the pair didn’t have to stray far and he could easily keep an eye on her and listen to their conversation with ease.

“My Prince.” Finrod blinked.

Behind him stood Ramtôr, a member of the Royal Guard and a long time friend. He was dressed in golden armor and he held a staff in his hand and a sword hung at his waist. His normally loose hair had been pulled back and he wore a bright smile.

Finrod felt a flood of elation race through him.“Ramtôr!” He beamed. In his excitement he had not realized that he had called Fingon’s attention to him and his cousin watched the newcomer with great interest.

Ramtôr bowed his head, “My Prince, I do not mean to intrude but I've been sent to inform you that his Highness, King Olwë has arrived and is waiting in the foyer.”

And with that Finrod felt his heart leap into his throat.

Masterlist

Little Dove: Prologue If the link doesn’t work please let me know!

A/N: Thank you for reading!

[poisonousmoonfics]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Speed of Shadows

Pairing: fem!oc x pietro maximoff

Universe: MCU, Avengers AOU

General warnings: mention of torture, abuse and death. Mental illnesses like anxiety and depression. subjects like resurrection and dark magic. angst but also aaa looooot of fluff

Disclaimer: This is a non-commercialized fanfiction. I do not owe any of the Marvel characters mentioned. The following story is a derivation from the original script, which was used for inspiration and adaptation purposes. All the rights of the original characters throughout the book (‘Lola Mendez’ and her family) are reserved.

Synopsis: Pietro leans forward on the medical table, staring intently at his lifeless body. "Can we trust that your powers won’t malfunction this time?" he questions, his voice tinged with distrust and fear for his soul.

Lola shifts uncomfortably, her confidence is hesitant. "No," she admits quietly, insecurity evident in her tone. Trying to mask her anxiety, she adds with a nervous laugh, "But what's the worst that could happen? You can’t die again."

Pietro doesn't laugh. He fixes her with an unfriendly look, his expression hard.

"Sorry," she apologizes, her cheeks flushing with shame.

or

Where the new super-speedster member of the team, Pietro, saves Lola from getting shot, so she decides to return the favor by putting her powers to the test.

Chapter I

A/N!!: hey people, sooo this is my first fanfic posted on Tumblr!!! (still working on it lol). I hope the synopsis catches your attention and you enjoy the published parts. I will appreciate likes, but mostly positive comments or constructive criticism (pls be kind haha). Btw this won't contain smut no matter what, I have nothing against it, I just don't feel comfortable writing it oof.

I’ll be notifying u guys every time I’ll be uploading a new chapter. You can also read the story on my Wattpad account! I’ll stitch the link below. Please, DO NOT REPOST OR ADAPT my story (here or in any other social media platform or ao3) without my permission. Although I don’t owe the rights of the Marvel characters, my OC and part of the plot are MY WORK.

Also, English is not my first language. I apologize in advance if you notice any grammar or spelling mistakes, I will edit the parts when I have the time.

My Wattpad profile: @/writtenbythemoon

[yeonchi]

2022 In Review

The first year of the post-pandemic era has gone fairly well, to say the least. I had lofty plans for this year, like the big instalments I have lined up for Kisekae Insights, Doctor Who 10 for 10 or getting back into the Koei Tecmo fandom with a new review series, but those things have had to be pushed back because for most of this year, I was working on my version of Kamen Rider Zi-O for my personal project, which was meant to have aired late last year. I initially thought I could have everything done in 4 months, but I ended up taking basically the whole year to do it.

One thing that I learnt after going through six lockdowns and my first year of full-time work is that I can only focus on one project at a time and I shouldn’t be obligated to run to my own schedule, so I decided to break the script and just release stuff whenever I felt like it, though I like to have a bit of a loose guideline to help build a sort of schedule. Anyway, despite being unable to complete most of what I wanted to do this year, I managed to achieve some other things as well.

I’m releasing this year’s review a little earlier because I want to get it over and done with, so let’s jump right into it.

Sea Princesses

So last year, I decided to embrace the Sea Princesses renaissance and even got involved with a few people in it as well. After covering Liamasterink’s Sea Princesses Iceberg videos and giving my own takes on them, I was asked by him to do a review of his fanarts. In that review, I decided to fully call him out for posting horny on main, which I held back on in Iceberg Part 2. Since then, a couple other people, namely VotrexGames (his video’s been deleted now) and VistaMacaw have called him out on similar subjects as well. To his credit, Liam has taken the criticisms well and over the past few months, he has been doing considerably less contentious content, which was mostly requested by a fan on his channel. On that note, I want to specifically point out that I never said that he shouldn’t be hornyposting at all, but that I wanted him to be mindful of what he posts considering the platforms he is on and the demographics of his audience; if he insists on hornyposting, then there are certainly other platforms out there that are rather accommodating of such contents.

After briefly joining MJZD Gaming’s Discord server for Sea Princesses and leaving after feeling like I was being a nuisance, I decided to come back for real, but surprisingly, the server’s dead most of the time. My correspondence with Liam, however, did move from Tumblr to Discord, which was a good thing since Tumblr’s asks don’t keep receipts if you reply privately and the chat system is a bit janky. Later on, I also joined a couple other Sea Princesses-related servers by invitation, but I don’t really do anything because they’re practically dead most of the time. I really should do something lol.

I spent a couple of months working on a Sea Princesses music video and the kid who inspired me to do it reposted the video, didn’t give me credit and deleted one of my fan’s comments when they called him out on it. I don’t have any other plans for videos like this relating to Sea Princesses, but in the future, I’m looking to post some other music videos and memes I’ve made over the years, possibly in relation to Kisekae Insights instalments.

Later on, I took a month’s break from writing Zi-O (after finishing the main series and just before writing the epilogue specials) to work on the v2 book transcripts and translations along with refreshed versions of the book and cartoon reviews as part of the Sea Princesses Refresh. I didn’t mention this when I made the post about it, but there were some things that I did manage to miss in translation. They have been fixed now, but I hope I won’t have to revisit any mistakes again because I’ve been a bit of a perfectionist and having to revisit things is admittedly taking time away from me doing other things.

September 2022 also marked the 15th anniversary of Sea Princesses premiering in Australia, which I celebrated with a special instalment of Kisekae Insights. On a similar note, I also noticed that 2024 will mark the 20th anniversary of the book that started it all. I brought this up with Fabio Yabu and he said that he would talk to his publisher about an anniversary edition or something. Since I also want to take advantage of this occasion regardless of whether Yabu will be publishing anything substantial, I would like to announce that just as Russell T Davies is writing three Doctor Who specials featuring David Tennant and Catherine Tate for the 60th anniversary, I will be writing a one-off continuation fanfic for Sea Princesses, currently titled The Conquerors of the Lost and Forgotten.

Here’s what I can tell you now. The story will be compatible with both the book and animated series continuities as the canon that this story is set in is one where both continuities are intertwined. There’s going to be quite a bit of meta-humour and I’m probably going to throw a few memes (mostly from mainland China) in there as well. The story doesn’t take place in the universe of my personal project, but some elements from it will be in there as it will be a condensed interpretation of the Sea Princesses storylines but without all the Kamen Rider stuff. In addition to this being a love letter to the series, it’s also going to be a love letter to the renaissance, so I’m unashamedly going to include shoutouts in the form of characters named after people who have contributed to it, along with Liamasterink’s original characters and storylines (because I only have like 1 or 2 OCs lol). I’m going to spend the next year writing it, then figure out how to release it when we get to 2024.

Doctor Who

After the disappointment that was Flux and Eve of the Daleks from towards the end of last year, the Thirteenth Doctor Reviews concluded with Legend of the Sea Devils and The Power of the Doctor, which honestly turned out better than I expected because my scores for those specials slightly redeemed the total score for Series 13. Although I said that I would continue doing reviews of new episodes with the RTD2 era and Ncuti Gatwa, I felt like I was rushing into it when it was announced that the new episodes would be exclusive to Disney+ outside of the UK and Ireland, meaning that the ABC no longer has the rights to them so I can’t watch them on ABC iView right after it’s aired in the UK. I know I’ll find a way around this, it’s just that the news did a number on my interest to do those reviews.

Last year, I promised that I would do Doctor Who 10 for 10 as a weekly series, but by June this year, I realised that I probably wouldn’t have time for it because I was so focused on Kamen Rider Zi-O. I did the heading for the first post in September last year, then worked on it occasionally in February and March. Barring minor changes, I only have 2 out of 10 points left to finish for the Series 1 post and given all the discourse regarding Noel Clarke and John Barrowman, I’m probably going to have quite a bit to say about it. Doctor Who 10 for 10 will be the first thing I’m going to work on in 2023 and each part will be released when they are done; it won’t be a weekly series.

Kisekae Insights

Like I said, I was too busy working on Zi-O to cover what I wanted to cover in Kisekae Insights, starting off with the My Little Pony instalments. I began working on some material that would be required for those instalments, but by the time I originally planned to do them, I thought that it would be better to work on some smaller topics, plus I haven’t really had time to finish what I needed for the MLP instalments. As such, the third run of Kisekae Insights was a short one, but the fourth run will begin sometime in 2023.

Koei Warriors things

After announcing my intentions to come back to the Koei Tecmo fanbase with my own lineup of content, including reviews of Koei Warriors games, I only got to do one or two things before I had to focus on writing Zi-O. At the same time, thanks to me building a gaming PC last year, I got to play basically all the Koei Warriors games I could play, whether it was their PC games, the Samurai Warriors games on my PS3 emulator, or going back to the classic Dynasty Warriors games on my PS2 emulator. Unfortunately, Dynasty Warriors Godseekers crashed while trying to play the first mission and I don’t think the Vita emulator’s polished enough yet because I can’t play the aforementioned game and Dynasty Warriors Next without significant glitches, which means that I am unable to review those games, however I might give my thoughts when I get to it.

As I gradually played through those games, my love for Koei Warriors games started to be rekindled despite my thoughts on them in the past - in fact, it’s mostly because of those thoughts (which I’ll elaborate when I get to them) that I play the Japanese/Asian versions of the games where possible (also because some games were never released to the West so the Japanese versions are the only way I can play them). However, when it comes to the Dynasty Warriors Empires games, I might have to play the English versions because of the nature of those games (and besides, the only version of 7 Empires I could easily get was the English version). Samurai Warriors Empires games will be reviewed with the Japanese version because the PS3 port of 2 Empires and 3 Empires were only released in Japan and also because I played 4 and 4-II in Japanese and I wanted to import my edit characters into 4 Empires. Right now, I’m beginning to have an interest in reviewing Dynasty Warriors 9 and Samurai Warriors 5, games that I originally never planned to cover given my thoughts on the post-modern era of Koei Tecmo (post-2016).

The Dynasty Warriors Weapon Moveset Power Rankings are still on and they will come before the game reviews, which will form a new Koei Warriors Rant Series from different perspectives to the original. This series will only cover the weapon systems in Dynasty Warriors 7 and 8; if I wanted to do those in 9 it would have to be a separate series after my review of that game. The redo of Warriors Orochi: The Recollective is still in the pipeline.

Responding to a couple of people

This year I made a couple of posts that got attention from a couple of people. The first post was about the ethics of reposting fanart which I made back in March. Five months later in August, an artist named Mazeru reblogged it to her sideblog and it was basically this:

I could have looked over her insults towards me and my fanbase and calmly made a rebuttal to that post, but she really hasn’t attempted to make any decent and coherent points that I couldn’t easily counter with anything from the post, plus I didn’t want to waste my time with someone who clearly won’t see reason. Right now, artists are banding against the rise of AI art and even I think that’s a better cause to support compared to people reposting art.

I will address a few things from her post, though. Mazeru says that sites like Danbooru tag their artists and link back to the sources, plus they also take posts down if artists request it, however she conveniently neglects to mention that booru sites are (arguably) the biggest source of art reposts. On top of that, booru sites are like wikis for art, so anyone can tag posts and add sources. If the poster won’t add the source, chances are that someone else will do it.

“bUt RePOsTINg oThEr PeOPlE's arTWORkS iS AgAiNsT The TOs” Social media sites haven’t been consistently enforcing their ToS for years now, on top of the fact that DMCA and copyright systems are broken because they’re either inconsistent or easily exploited by bad actors, so why would you trust them to do anything? People like you are the reason why Elon Musk bought Twitter.

Also, you’re one to tell me “yOU dOn't HaVE a faNBASE”. I checked your social media accounts. You’ve been on social media (or at least Twitter) for about the same time as me and you don’t even have half the followers I have, reposts or no reposts. As iDubbbz once said to RiceGum, “You have nothing to be boastful about, you fucking moron.”

Despite me disagreeing with like 80% (or thereabouts) of the reblog, never let it be said that Mazeru didn’t have a point, even if it was marred in ad hominems and walls of text (a line break doesn’t make it a separate paragraph). I made that post because people like the OP of the Twitter thread I was responding to constantly talk down to people who likely won’t be convinced by what they are talking about and I want to bring a dose of reality to the former. It was because of Mazeru that I decided to include artist credits to every Waifu Network post since October this year. If people like a piece enough, they’ll stop at no length to find the source and maybe even follow the artist if they care about them enough, otherwise they’ll just scroll past whether it’s a repost or not.

I’ve already said that abandoning the majority of my fanbase by not reposting art is not an option for me, so stop trying to convince me otherwise. Because I believe in ethical art reposting, I will make sure that artists are credited and sources are included (provided that the original source isn’t deleted at the time of posting), I will respect artists’ wishes if they don’t want their art reposted and as an extra, I will refrain from reposting AI-generated art in an effort to support real artists. At the same time, I encourage anyone who sees my posts to support the artists however they can (using the source links or SauceNAO as a starting point), but I can’t force anyone to do so.

You called me an ignorant twat, Mazeru, and this compromise is how I’m responding to you. If you or any other artist don’t like it, then you can cope harder.

The second post was the expected copepost I made following the Victorian election in late-November, where the Labor Party received another victory thanks to people who don’t understand freedom. Someone called pixies-chasing-white-dandelions reblogged my post to respond to one sentence and then blocked me so I can’t see what they wrote unless I go incognito.

If they had a blog behind her Tumblr link then I might have been able to see the post, but they didn’t and clicking into the link takes me to the dashboard where the post doesn’t load (like with the-archlich, who I had a couple of conversations about English dubs in Koei Warriors games before he blocked me for some reason because I can’t see his posts on the dashboard but I can see his posts if I go into his blog).

This is what they wrote below. For a comment that seems pretty benign, you sure are a fucking pussy.

On the day I made the post, I edited it a few times because I rushed it out and didn’t get all my thoughts in. The reblog was made just before I was about to make an edit that added “at least in the face of vaccines that weren’t as effective as people expected them to be”.

Look, I can get behind caring about our communities and banding together against bigots, but what I can’t get behind is people being forced to do it at the cost of our livelihoods or privileges. Getting vaccinated against the coronavirus has been marketed as something people should be doing for their communities when given what we would later learn, it should have been about themselves and possibly the people around them. The highlighted sentence was really me calling people who support vaccine mandates “entitled”. I was okay with the mask mandates. I was okay with the lockdowns even though I didn’t know the effect it would have on some individuals businesses. But when Daniel Andrews announced that the sixth lockdown would end soon and that our freedom depended on getting vaccinated, that was the last straw for me even though I supported people getting vaccinated (of their own volition no less). The fact that you thought this was about bigots shows that you missed the point of what I was talking about, though I can’t fault you that much for that because you reblogged the post before I made the clarification.

Unpopular opinion, but sometimes the people you call “bigots” might not be bigots and they might have had a point about some things all along. When you tell people that they have a responsibility to their community and then you threaten them with punishments or loss of privileges for not upholding that responsibility in a society that is supposed to be “free”, people are going to double down and think that other people are not entitled to their contribution to society.

In the end, only you are responsible for your own health, and if you decide you want to be responsible for the health of others by doing things like wearing masks, washing hands and staying home when you’re sick, that is a choice you can make on your own volition which extends from yourself. Basically, everyone else is collateral and they should not be expected to be responsible for your health.

Other current affairs

Unsurprisingly, the situation between Russia and Ukraine is still going on. Regardless of what you think about either country’s government, I think some empathy needs to go to the Ukranian people for what they are going through and as such, I would prefer to side with Ukraine’s plights even though I’m not one to virtue signal.

Sadly, despite all efforts and expectations, the Labor Party won the federal election and the Victorian state election, with freedom parties achieving little to no success, which only goes to show that Australians (and by extension the entire world) do not understand freedom. Together with Biden’s victory in 2019, Trudeau’s reelection in 2021 and Lula’s election in 2022, I feel that this world is experiencing a shift to the left, which is admittedly a problem in a world of people who do not understand freedom.

Around the time I did a follow-up post to How the world failed Chris-chan, Kiwi Farms was in the midst of a deplatforming campaign led by trans activist Keffals. Although the Kiwi Farms would weather the storm eventually (as they always do somehow), the campaign was largely successful compared to previous attacks (mostly involving DDoSing which is a crime) and as a result, I was unable to access the CWCki to do my research on Chris-chan as they shared the same servers as Kiwi Farms (though the CWCki would later move to different servers separate from them).

Conspiracies about the trans community having power over big tech and society aside, I kind of want to share my thoughts about people being “doxxed” by sites like Kiwi Farms which kind of runs into the topic of cancel culture. Personally, the way I see it is that having your personal details leaked isn’t as big of a concern compared to the ramifications of it, such as what people could potentially do with that information. Kiwi Farms runs on a platform that laughs and ridicules the antics of internet figures, which may or may not include highlighting or exposing the good and bad things that people do. Trolling plans are generally frowned upon and anyone dumb enough to brag about how they trolled someone is usually ridiculed because of an unspoken “look, but don’t touch” rule. Although Null may be the owner of the site, he is not responsible for what users do outside of the site, so he or the site as a whole shouldn’t really be blamed for anything, including causing suicides. That being said, let’s just say I’m glad I only discovered the Kiwi Farms after 2017.

If people who have threads on Kiwi Farms don’t do lolcow-ish things for a certain period of time, their thread may likely get buried and people will probably stop talking about them. If people keep bringing attention to the existence of their thread by constantly talking about it in an effort to get it taken down, then Kiwi Farms will just laugh at it. The site does not participate in systematic censorship like big tech sites have been doing nowadays, but they remove content that is unlawful in the US or under court order. DMCAs are usually laughed at because they are incomplete or they don’t actually break laws.

“When you tear out a man’s tongue, you are not proving him a liar, you’re only telling the world that you fear what he might say.” While people may want gossip about them taken down because they are complete lies, I feel that the main reason why people go on these “deplatforming campaigns” is because they have something to hide or because the gossip was actually the truth all along. Although I can’t speak for everyone, if you’re not a content creator with a large following and you get exposed on Kiwi Farms, my advice would be to stay humble and improve yourself, because the minute you react to these people, they’ll take the first opportunity to laugh at you and keep digging for hidden bones. Like I said, it’s not about being exposed on the internet, it’s about what you do after being exposed.

Moving on now. Elon Musk brought Twitter in an effort to bring free speech back to it. Aside from people on the left being butthurt over a private company doing whatever they want and enforcing rules on themselves that they continuously dodged while people on the right were being censored and deplatformed (thanks to government collusion), people became afraid that Elon Musk would destroy Twitter, to which I say, “Call me back when he actually does something on the scale of Tumblr’s NSFW ban”. However, I don’t know if Elon is serious about anything he does because he created a poll asking users if he should resign and a majority voted “Yes”. Then again, I’m not a CEO who pumps-and-dumps or thinks Taiwan should be a Chinese SAR like Hong Kong or Macau, so yeah. Tumblr updated their NSFW ban to allow nudity on the site (with appropriate community labelling), but when you’ve had your inactive NSFW blog deleted for the hilarious justification of “content involving minors”, you can see why I’m not interested in going back to it.

People have been moving to defederated social media sites like Mastodon instances as an alternative to Twitter. I would like to say here that I did create an account on a Mastodon instance last year to try it out. I was planning to put a link to it in last year’s end-of-year review post, but after one of my haters showed that he still lets me live rent-free in his head, I decided against it and I also won’t be putting a link here because I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of stalking me in the hope that it can help him move on. All I can say is that my Mastodon is basically just me posting links to the posts on my Tumblr like I do on my Facebook page, along with some reposts of old content here and there (tbf, this is what I’d do as well if I decided to use Twitter).

Although 2022 may not have been the year some people wanted, there are also things that are worth celebrating. Because I had to finish off my personal project, a few projects I had planned to do this year had to be pushed back, so 2023 for me will be catching up with the pipeline before I propose any new projects.

Since I’m early enough for it, have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. See you all in 2023.

[posterdrops]

Reposted from @landlandcolportage I’m pretty stoked to show y’all our latest tour poster for the great AMOS LEE, whose tour of the southern states starts on Monday down in Charleston. Head over to @am0slee’s thing for the specifics on that, because it’s going to rule. It snowed here last night, so running around the South sounds pretty fun right now. 🗺 Jes & I worked on these in our weirdo now-traditional way, where I sketched the thing out (analog, with pencils or whatever), and once all my linework was pinned down, I sent it over to her so she could work on doing gouache & watercolor paintings for the color (again, analog, with—I’m presuming—little paint dishes and color swatch chunks strewn all over and many cats messing with all of it). 🚁 While she’s doing that, I’m transferring that same sketch to a sheet of wonderful @ampersand_art clayboard & digging into all the final linework, scratching and scritching into my inked lines to both carve out highlights & texture, and also to fix over-caffeinated mistakes. 🛟 Once we’re both done with our respective parts, we merge those duders together and survey what kind of finishing touches to put on it…usually that’s just cleaning up a little bit of weirdness from trying to line everything back up, and then some color adjustments and pulling out color details here and there…that’s all done digitally, and we actually passed this one back and forth a couple times to get it wrapped up (and to accommodate for my admittedly bizarre sleep schedule). ⛽️ Anyway, here’s the thing, and swipe through to see some of the earlier stages of this thing, if you’re into sketches and process or whatever. And follow my buddy @_jseamans on here if you aren’t already, because she’s seriously the best. 🛸 Oh, and burying the lede a little here, but this is one of the last couple poster projects we have going on for the year before we pack up our whole studio and move it to a new, undisclosed location. I might post some stuff about that once it’s happening, but in the meantime, send me some good vibes to calm my nerves on this, cause some of what’s involved is gonna be a bit stressful 🫠 lol. Ok, peace! #amoslee #landlamd https://www.instagram.com/p/CjtskIRJlTd/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mx-pastelwriting]

If you‘re still taking requests -

headcanons of gang orca (and any other pro heroes if you want) with a s/o with social anxiety? thank you :)

(I hope I did this right, it’s my first time requesting something lol)

I love doing headcanons! Thank you!! You did great!

Gang Orca (Kugo Sakamata) x GN!Reader

Summary: Request Up Top!

Warning: Social Anxiety, Comfort, Fluff, Established Relationship

-He would understand completely and even notice how you act in social situations. He also has some social anxiety, even though he's in the public eye, for being a hero.

-He would know what to do when you start reaching your limit in public. If he has to, he'll bring you home right away, even if he's in the middle of a public event.

-He'll fix his schedule around, so when you two do go out in public, there are the fewest people out. Making the most of your days and nights is quiet and peaceful.

-Going out at night mostly brings along taking long walks along the beach and going late for pick-ups at the convenience store. Really nice and quiet grocery stores.

"You ready?" His calm voice sounds in your ears as you fix your shoes before nodding with a smile. You lock your arm around his before walking onto the street, hearing your home door close behind you with a click.

Breathing in the ocean air mixed with the night air with your Kugo in toe always calmed you down. Though you felt a bit of anxiety thinking of the events ahead of you, Kugo always made it easy for you. "I was thinking of a picnic on the beach today, as it's not too windy." "What do you think, angelfish?" You hum in agreement with his plan.

The beach was always a good place for, as it was in your own backyard, a big private beach for the both of you. Things couldn't be any better.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is any grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

♥ mx-pastelwriting does not consent to their work being copied, translated, or reposted on any other platform without permission.

[zealoushound]

The Two Detectives: The Backstory (part one)

Summary: Our favorite couple meets at her big brother’s surprise birthday party. Little did they know that night was the beginning of it all.

This is the first part (of two) of the backstory to The Two Detectives.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x OFC

Word Count: 3,203

Warnings: Fluff. Adults drinking, one really inebriated man.

A/N: This story has become my baby, lol. Be good to it please. It took me so long to post because the second half was making it super long. With the push of fellow writers @littlefreya and @winter2112rose I decided to break it in half then post. The banner at the top was made by me and the one on the bottom was made by @firefly-graphics.

Disclaimer: FEEL FREE TO REBLOG IF YOU LIKE THE STORY! Writers live off reblogs! Do not copy any portion of my material to claim as your own. Do not repost my work, or any portions of my work on any site and claim it as your own. Like all my other fics, this wasn’t beta’d. Y’all overlook the mistakes please!

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8 years ago….

It was my older brother Evan's surprise 30th birthday party. Evan was one of Minnesota's finest police officers. Amber, his fiancé, had set everything up; the decorations, the food. She had invited his friends, family, as well as his closet coworkers. She had us all park up the street and walk back to his place, then jump out, yelling “surprise!” when he walked in. I’ve never seen anyone so excited to turn 30!

After hugging Evan, I went to sit with a few friends. I had grabbed myself a drink before sitting with them instead of mingling like Amber had suggested. After twenty minutes of catching up, the topic turned to men as it usually does between three single women. Casually scoping the room, commenting on a few cute guys when Anna admonished, “Good God, that guy is fucking huge!”

“Where? Oh. How did we miss him?” Asked Megan. Her eyes were as wide as saucers.

My curiosity got to me. I tried to look around as subtly as possible, thinking how impossible that feat would be with two other women ogling him at the same time. Then I saw him. “Wow...” was all I could muster. I doubt anyone had even heard me because it had come out as more of a whisper than anything.

He was standing against the wall next to the small bar just outside the kitchen where a few of Evan’s coworkers sat. He was tall, god was he tall; he was also broad in the shoulders which made him look even more massive. He had on a dark blue pullover, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, dark blue jeans and the largest pair of boots I’d ever seen.

He was listening intently to whatever the other men were telling him. Trying to hear every word over the loud music coming over the speakers in my brother's large living room. His brown curls bounced as he laughed with the people at the bar.

“Dibs!” Megan shouted as Anna and I looked at her dumbfounded. “What? I want that.” I shook my head as she stood fixing her dress.

“Bitch!” Anna jested as she walked away from us, and up to the tall stranger. Megan flipped her off in return.

I turned back around not interested in seeing my friend hitting on the hottest man in sight. I’d gotten out of a relationship two months beforehand and I wasn’t looking for anything serious. I just needed a little release.

Anna began talking about the cat she’d adopted a few minutes later. “His name is Midnight!” She showed me his picture on her phone. “He’s so sweet! He’s solid black, and loves nothing more than to lay in my lap, getting petted. Now if I could just find a man that wanted that!” We laugh heartily. “Uh-oh.” She commented, looking behind me over my shoulder. “Tall, dark and handsome must have shot her down.

Megan humpft back down in her chair. “How’d it go, Megs?” I asked nicely.

“He wouldn’t even speak to me. His friend tried to hit on me!” She pouted.

“Shit, you should’ve gone for the friend!” Anna laughed, looking over to see the guy smiling back at us. “Looks like he’s still interested,” she added, taking a pull off her beer.

“He was kinda cute…” Megan turned and looked at the guy that had hit on her. He waved at her. She made a little motion with her head and they both got up.

“Oh Meg, do not fuck someone in my brother’s house!” Megan laughed in response. “If you go anywhere you best call an Uber!” Realizing half the people here were cops, and that probably was a given, I felt a bit stupid saying that, but Megan was, well, Megan so it felt right to say it anyway. Anna and I stayed and spoke for a while longer.

“Huh. He left.” I gave her a confused look. “Tall guy.” I turned to look, and sure enough ‘Tall Guy’ was missing from the bar, but my eyes landed on my big brother who was there instead; I smiled at him.

“Abigail! C‘mere! I want you to meet everyone!” Evan shouted, waving me over to the bar. Evan had always liked to show me off. “Smartest in the family,” he’d always say to people then tell them what I was in school for.

“I’ll mingle.” Anna winked at me when I looked back at her, giving her my ‘help me’ eyes. She just smiled, shaking her head and shooed me away. I made my way over to the bar, adjusting the hem of my shirt over my pants as I stood.

Evan introduced me to Rachel, Robert, Jacob, and Linda. Rachel was so nice, and was genuinely intrigued by my choice of majors. I was in school for biomedical science and taking a few chemistry classes, working my way up to astrophysics.

“Wow, Abigail. I’m very impressed. You've accomplished all of this at 28?” She smiled genuinely.

“Thank you. Actually, I’ll be 28 next month.” I was a little uncomfortable, but it was nothing new. I would alway get nervous talking to new people, especially about my profession. Some people were intimidated or they thought I would be weird because I was more ‘advanced’ as some would say. Most just left me alone, therefore I didn’t have that many friends outside of school. Anna and Megan had been my best friends since first grade, they were used to it.

Robert, the quiet guy who had been sitting by ‘Tall Guy’, as he’d been renamed in my head, piped up, “Really? My birthday is next month too, the 24th!”

“Mines the 22nd!” We smiled at each other.

“Maybe we can celebrate together?” He leaned in, and spoke softly into my ear. I was slightly buzzed, and very interested. I put my hand on his leg.

“Maybe.” I smiled back at him.

Evan cleared his throat loudly causing me to look up. “Where did Walter go? I wanted you to meet him too.”

“Probably in the kitchen for a refill.” Linda answered. Looking down at my almost empty bottle I decided it was time I got another myself.

“Speaking of refills, anyone else want anything?” I asked standing up. Two more beers were requested. Robert offered to help, but I needed a breath so I told him I had it. Walking into the kitchen I looked around. No ‘Tall Guy’ in sight, I heard Anna’s laughter from the other room. I smiled thinking how long it had been since I’d heard her laugh like that.

I opened the large blue ice chest on the floor by the island and took out three bottles, sitting them on the marble countertop. Noticing the cooler was getting a bit low I decided to at least take one task off of Amber’s hands for the evening. I closed the lid back and walked into the pantry to get another case of beer to refill the almost empty cooler. The cases were stacked up way too tall and I was struggling to get the top one down.

I stood on my toes to reach for the box on top causing my shirt to ride up showing my midriff to anyone who happened to walk by. I grunted, trying again to no avail. I huffed and put my hands on my hips. That was when I heard a deep voice with a smooth British accent come from behind me. “Need some help?”

I turned to look at the polite stranger, ‘oh shit, Tall Guy! Don’t say anything stupid!’ “Uh, yease,” ‘fuckingshitdamnit, try again!’ Blinking my eyes I tried to refocus and correct myself, “uh, that should have been yes, please. Thank you.” Mentally punching myself in the face, I just grinned like an idiot when he smiled at me.

He reached up, taking the top box, which was just above head level for him, off effortlessly. “Where would you like it?”

‘Anywhere you wanna put it. Oh, don’t say that for fucks sake.’ “O-Over on the island is fine.” I tucked my hair behind my ear, as he turned to go back into the kitchen. Biting my lip, I watched his ass shamelessly as he walked away. ‘Damn.’ I came up behind him to see only one bottle remaining on the counter. I looked back into the main room to see the others drinking. Evan over exaggeratedly mouthed, “I got ‘em,” and winked terribly at me.

I smiled back, “He’s so drunk.” Tall guy looked to where I had been looking as I opened the box.

He chuckled with only a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. “They all are.” He said matter of factly as he took a swig of his drink. ‘Jesus even his hands are sexy... oh wow, his fingers are so long!’ Shaking myself out of the trance he’d unknowingly put me under I quickly busied myself with the task at hand.

I opened the box and put it on the floor beside the cooler. I fished the older coldest drinks to the side so I could put them back on top. I was bent at the waist which meant my ass was on full display for anyone looking and hopefully that anyone was Tall Guy. I could hear my mother in my head ‘bend like a lady now, Abigail.’ All I could think was, ‘yeah ma, you’re not the one who hasn’t been laid in 6 months.’

“Your brother has a very nice home.” He said politely. Somehow it was a good bit quieter in the kitchen even though it was just off the main room. I stood up once I had all the drinks in the cooler, closing the lid back.

“He does. How did you know I was Evan’s sister?” Of course Evan had probably told him about me but I was tipsy, therefore I wasn’t thinking properly.

“Evan talks about you a lot. He’s very proud of his little sister. He also pointed you out when you got here. I’m Walter.” He extended his hand to me. ‘So Tall Guy was the guy he wanted me to meet earlier.’

I wiped my wet hands on my jeans then took his. Walter’s hand absolutely dwarfed mine. I instantly felt butterflies looking into his eyes as he held my hand. His eyes were so incredible; I’d never seen a deeper, darker blue. I barely fought the urge to touch the beautiful mop of curls that sat atop his head. “You can call me Abi.”

“It’s lovely to finally meet you Abi.” Setting his drink down he rubbed my hand with both of his. “Give me your other.” He said looking down expectantly. My other hand was slightly trembling when I brought it up to his palm. “Did the ice make you that cold, love?”

‘Oh boy…’ “N-oh, no I just,” he brought my fingers, cupped in his massive palms, to his lips, and blew soft, slow puffs of warm air across them; his eyes never leaving mine. “That feels so nice.” I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensations. I felt a slight rush of dizziness reminding me that I was still tipsy. “Coffee,” my eyes sprung open. Walter looked up at me, surprised by my outburst. “I need coffee. Would you like some?”

“Sure. As long as I can drink it here with you.” I felt myself blush like a schoolgirl.

“Of course,” I reluctantly let my hands slide away from his. “Thank you. They finally have some feeling back in them now.” He smiled kindly at me. I got the feeling he didn’t show that smile to a lot of people.

As I started the coffee Walter leaned over the counter by the sink next to me. “Smells delightful.”

“Mhmm, I love the smell of coffee brewing.” I responded not really sure with my words again.

“I wasn’t talking about the coffee.” I was confused until he stood up, reaching out, letting his fingertips graze my neck; that was when I realized he meant me.

“Oh? Oh! Ah… thank you. Anna gave me this perfume as an early birthday present.” I reached up to touch the heated path his fingertips had just traced.

He leaned in closer, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply. “She has exceptional taste. She picked out the perfect fragrance for you.” He put his other hand on my hip and drew me towards him. I stood with him, he pressed me fully against his hard stomach. I leaned up, tilting my head as he slowly brought his own down.

“No way! I don’t care what the score is! Lawson is gonna lose this bet!” We separated as Evan along with a friend I hadn’t met yet entered the room.

“Heey! Baby sister!” He hadn’t called me that in years, oh he was definitely drunk. “I see you met the detective!” He was slurring a bit and far too loud to be in this room.

“I did. Ah, you think you’ve maybe had enough there Ev?” He was scooping another beer from the cooler.

“Nooo. I’m off tomorrow anyways. I’ll be find. No, I’m find. Fiiinnee. Fine. See?” Amber walked in just in time to see that debacle.

“Oh I see how ‘find’ you are sweetheart. Let’s get you upstairs, what do you say?” He laughed and pulled her close by her ass.

“You just wanna get me in bed!” I stifled a laugh looking over at Walter who was looking at me, grinning. Shaking his head, he rolled his eyes and started looking for mugs. I tapped him on the shoulder to show him the mugs were on the top shelf of the cabinet by the refrigerator.

When he reached up, getting two mugs at once I got a nose full of his body wash. I quietly produced an involuntary moan. He leant down to whisper in my ear, “I can’t wait to make you do that on purpose.” I released a shaky breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

Evan must have noticed our interaction because he just had to say “Walter and Abi k-i-s-n-g.” Amber hit his shoulder, shushing him. “Firsts comes… I nont remember the words babs.” He looked at me with a delirious smile. I just shook my head.

“Evan. Do you remember who your boss is?” Walter asked with his back to Evan, replacing the coffee pot after filling our mugs.

Evan’s face went pale, his smile disappeared. “Uh. You Detective Marshall.” I chuckled to myself. “G’night Adbigail. G’night Defect-Detect, Detective.” He shook his head like a rejected puppy, letting Amber lead the way.

She looked back at us while guiding him out into the main room. She laughed, “I’m so sorry!” I waved her off as they left.

Walter handed me my mug. I blew on it gently, taking a careful sip. “Mmm, thank you. Hey, let’s go somewhere quieter.” I was feeling bolder now. I took his hand leading him over to the back deck. It had started getting cooler at night again but Amber had the fire pits going so it was warm enough to be comfortable.

Evan always kept a blanket in the muck room off the porch so I grabbed it on the way out. We sat down on the couch by the fire. A few people were still outside talking but we didn’t care.

We talked for hours that night under that blanket, sipping coffee by the fire. I didn’t realize it then but I’d already fallen for him. Walter was going to be my life’s greatest love, all I had to do was wait and see.

We talked about our families, our jobs; what we hoped the future would bring. He was very interested in my career choice as well as I was in his. Turns out he’d lead the big investigation that rocked the county a few months prior. The one that my brother refused to tell our mom about his involvement in, fearing that she would make him leave the force.

Walter’s career had been a very successful one. He was a father. I secretly, stupidly, wanted to meet her because when he spoke of her his eyes lit up. “She’s little but she’s mighty.” He showed me a picture of a beautiful curly brown haired little girl with his smile. “She’s 8. She’ll be 9 in December.” He looked lovingly at his phone's glowing screen.

“Oh Walter, she’s darling!” I touched his arm then looked up to his eyes. “Would you ever like to have more?” ‘Oh I hope he doesn’t think I’m fishing for a donor.’

He grinned at the picture then locked his phone. “Maybe. With the right woman I suppose I would. Faye's mom and I didn’t want anymore at the time so when she was two I decided to have a vasectomy. We figured it was easier that way; then I could reverse it whenever we decided on another, if we ever did.” I tucked my foot underneath my other leg. His arm wrapped around my knee holding me to him over the blanket. His fingers skimmed over my covered thigh.

He looked down with a solemn expression, taking a deep breath. “A year and a half after that we decided to get divorced instead.” He cast his eyes up to me. “Being married to a cop isn’t an easy job. She was always worried. I was never home and when I was, we were constantly arguing. It was the best thing for Faye. I realized after it was over that we worked better this way. No more fighting, just being parents.”

I was in awe of his candor. The gentle way he spoke about his past relationship with the mother of his child. I could tell he still had a great deal of respect for her. We kept on talking, kept refreshing and refilling our mugs.

Until I shivered, that is. I looked down at my watch: 2:18 am. “Walter, we’ve been out here talking for three hours now.” I smiled at him as he pushed the logs around on the fire again while holding my legs that were now draped over his lap. “You wanna go back inside? It seems quieter now.”

“Yeah most everyone had left the last time I went in for a refill.” He looked down at his mug as he sat back. “I didn’t want to tell you though.” He sheepishly admitted. “I didn’t want this to end.”

I took him by the chin and made him look at me. “This doesn’t have to end, Walter. We can go upstairs.”

“You want me to come upstairs with you?” He looked dumbfounded.

Confused by his question I responded with, “Of course I do. Only if you want to, that is.” I had assumed he knew that.

He swallowed hard as I took my legs out of his lap. “Lead the way.” I grabbed his hand as he stood with the blanket in the other.

Leading him back into the house I got butterflies. I smiled to myself thinking about when he’d told me earlier that almost didn’t even come tonight.

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[sensitively-taken]

heartbreak haven — choi line

synopsis. what is it like to fall in love? what does it mean to love? were two questions—of many—that’d you’d wondered as you’d headed into your senior year of high school. it was supposed to be one of the best years of your life—the last year you’d be afforded youthful, drunken mistakes, before life would force you to sober up to its harsh realities. however, when you crossed paths with three particular boys, your questions were answered—intricately and deeply. yet, why did your heart hurt so, so much?

pairing(s). choi line x gender-neutral!reader ft. soobin x karina & (a hint of) soobin x yeonjun

genre(s). angst (!!!!! it’s literally all just angst), coming-of-age, drama, fluff (very very little), highschool au, romance.

warnings. alcohol consumption, allusions to cheating, cheating, mentions of blood & gore, partying, rebounding, underage drinking, and more warnings will be included in each individual part. rated PG 15.

total word count. 8k

taglist. @yeonyeonyeonjun​ if you’d like to be tagged in each part when i post them, feel free to send me an ask or dm me!! 

notes. before reading any of these fics, i’d like to make it abundantly clear that i don’t condone nor support the actions of the characters in this series. i didn’t write this series originally to romanticise their actions (especially reader’s and soobin’s in the later part’s). all i wanted to do was write some love stories about confused, young teenagers. i feel like we can relate to, at least one of, these stories in some capacity & even reading these fics can provide a different perspective from the ones we’ve previously had. i’d just like for us to keep that in mind every time reader makes you want to scream LOL. besides that, i hope you guys enjoy this little series!! it means a lot to me ♡♡ also happy beom day! tee hee

▷ autumn breeze, choi yeonjun.

it was the fateful beginning to the last year of your high school life and you were starting off fresh. new town, new school, new you. after some messy love, choi yeonjun was looking for a fresh start too, leading you two to finding each other. however, as you would soon learn, nothing in high school lasts forever. not even your favourite autumn breeze.

▷ butterflies, choi soobin.

you’d never understood it before. the shy glances, whispered words of affection, traded glances that only you two were privy to understanding. then, a blue boy had waltzed into your life, drawing you in with his warm eyes, his wide smile, his sweet laugh, his cool gaze—his everything. butterflies had bloomed in your chest, and you’d let them, even though you’d known they’d eventually be ripped out. leaving you with a gaping hole where your heart used to be.

▷ blushed cheeks & burned hearts, choi beomgyu. 

finally, you were starting to understand the mistakes of your drunken youth. drunk on love? lies? hope? you weren’t too sure what your vice was, but you were sure it’d left you with a burned heart. a burned heart, which a boy with blushed cheeks and sweaty hands was too eager to fix.

copyright 2022 sensitively-taken, all rights reserved. no translations or reposts of any form allowed.

[h4chi]

⁎ ⁺ ˳ ✧ ༚ treasure members in : who do they main in genshin [ … part 2 ]

warnings. none really. maybe they’re not really accurate but pls appreciate the struggle tt. may contain grammatical mistakes, lowercases intended. there’s a glitch in hyunsuk’s part!!

TREASURE MASTERLIST !

a leader like jean so ofc cares about who’s in his world. and as jean heals his main priority would be to make sure everyone is at their 100%.

a leader like jean so ofc cares about who’s in his world. and as jean heals his main priority would be to make sure everyone is at their 100%.

a leader like jean so ofc cares about who’s in his world. and as jean heals his main priority would be to make sure everyone is at their 100%.

would always mess w jihoon healing his hu tao i fear.

[ 지훈 ] jihoon

either hu tao or lisa IDK.

give me so many prankster vibes literally would either burn you while you’re switching party members or fixing artifacts or electrify you while you’re wet.

oh and ofc he steals all specialities in your world but you would let him anyways ;P

[ 요시 ] yoshi

ganyu. cause he just like her soft, gentle, calm, generous, vibe :D

literally he would be such a pro gamer but never brag about it until he co-ops with the other members and they’re like O.O and he’s just partying for one-shotting signora.

[ 준규 ] junkyu

what if i say klee :( literally would have so much fun with all em bombs.

i think he just plays for the fun of the gameplay and doesn’t really care about farming lol.

oh and i also feel like he would continuously ask for your help w comms or just asks you to play together just so he doesn’t feel alone (and ofc because he loves your company!)

[ 마시호 ] mashiho

it’s yoimiya for me.

just thinks she’s pretty n funny so he plays her TT.

not the one who plays everyday tho so he would always wake up cursing himself for forgetting to do his daily comms.

[ 재혁 ] jaehyuk

ningguang. i believe in jaehyuk ningguang main supremacy.

mf is so dedicated about her build and is literally so good like Bro wouldn’t stop killing everyone who crosses his path like let me play too!!

taglist : @hikunn

© H4CHI 2022 do not copy or repost anywhere.

[tortilla-of-courage]

Blog Intro/Master Post

Hi! I’m Tortilla (or Tort or whatever you wanna call me), any pronouns/gendered terms are fine but i default to she/her, local SkSw nerd

I periodically reply to a bunch of asks in a row, so... yeah, be aware lol.

i try to tag TWs if possible but if you ever need me to tag something just hit me up! (i usually do it in “#tw thing” format)

like/reblog spam are more than welcome! go wild, don’t be shy, you’re not annoying me at all /gen

i’m currently in college so i’m not posting as much but i usually try to setup a queue

i swear. a lot. i say the Fuck word Everywhere. i usually only tag “#swearing” on art posts, otherwise it’s free real estate

please don’t get overly NSFW in my asks or i’ll block you

i tag spoilers for ALL Zelda games, in case you don’t want to get something spoiled! format is “#game subtitle spoilers” (like, “#skyward sword spoilers”)

i also do post reacts of zelda games whenever i play! in that case i tag them as “#tortilla plays acronym” (ex. “#tortilla plays sshd”, “#tortilla plays oos”), so just assume those have spoilers AND will be spammy sometimes, so if you wanna block them go ahead. general tag for these will be "#tortilla plays" if you want a block all lmao

On Art Usage, you CAN use my art as: 

profile pictures/headers (with a link to my blog if possible)

discord emojis/stickers

reaction pictures

for translation into other languages, please DM/send in an ask first!

please DON’T:

repost my art (with “repost” meaning saving the picture, then uploading it yourself somewhere, like say Pinterest, Twitter, Tumblr, etc - reblogs are NOT reposting, and those ARE encouraged)

LU Master Post (oh my god. the links all broke. i need to fix this. eventually. sorry.)

Zelda Master Post (needs updating)

Fast Food AU Master Post (needs updating)

For navigation tags and more info check the read more! <3

Other blogs:

main: @amamillalatortilla

fast food AU (WIP): @tortilla-of-wisdom

theories/language analysis/translations (WIP): @tortilla-of-power

AO3 Account: TortillaKun

normal art account: @tortillakun

english isn't my native language (it's spanish), so if i ever make a mistake I'm sorry in advance. i dont really need you to point it out unless it's like smth bad lmao

About asks/DMs: PLEASE don’t send in asks with overly NSFW content (xILF jokes and similar stuff are okay, but nothing explicit). I am 23 but i have no interest in getting that kind of message, fandom related or not, from anyone. Also please don’t objectify me in any form??? Overall don’t be an asshole. If you do that stuff I won’t hesitate to block you.

related but id prefer if you dont send me several paragraphs of fanfiction. if you really want me to read smth you can just post it somewhere and let me know where it is and I'll probably check it out

as for tags, here’s the main ones i use for original content besides fandom-related ones:

#tortilla rambles: just me saying whatever nonsense in a text post

#tortilla thinks: theory posts, or just pointing out coincidences between the games

#tortilla asks: asks i reply to 

#tortilla posts: most of my original posts (art / theories / writing / etc), but lately i’ve been using it to tag stuff that doesn’t fit the art/writing tags

#tortilla reblogs: for, well, reblogs. in case you want to block that since i sometimes reblog a lot of stuff.

#tortilla writes: my writing (don’t write much but.. it happens sometimes lol)

#tortilla arts: all my art (will mostly be mspaint doodles but there might be something nicer thrown in every once and then)

#tortilla queue: queue tag

#Zelda art: my Zelda art (no AUs - besides maybe my own every once in a while)

#linked universe art: my Linked Universe AU art

All purely Zelda content (both original and reblogged) will be tagged #legend of zelda, with Zelda games tagged by their subtitles (”#Skyward Sword”, etc). The spoiler tag for each game is the title followed by Spoilers (”#Skyward Sword Spoilers”). will use #tortilla’s zelda tag for asks to not clog the main tags

All Linked Universe stuff (both original and reblogged) will be tagged #linked universe. Will use #tortilla’s lu tag when it comes to asks relating to LU, to try and not flood the actual tag with all that

LU stuff won’t be tagged with the main games’ tags, to keep stuff separated, unless under very specific circumstances (mostly in reblogs). if any of my original posts do mix the two it was probably an oversight, as i try not to do it, both at request of LU’s author and to respect the Zelda fandom’s space as a whole. The one exception to this might be my post about the Hylian Written Language, where I only included LU at the end for a brief conclussion regarding the entire thing

also, very rarely i’ll reblog something that’s not Zelda, like, at all. but if I do it’s almost 100% because it reminded me of a Zelda/LU character. anyways, if you dont wanna see those, i’ll tag them as #not zelda

feel free to @ me in anything! you can also send in asks or a submission, but please note that currently i have almost 200 asks, so it might take me a while to reply, or i might not in the long run if i end up deleting them if i feel it’s too late to reply to them. sometimes i overlook stuff since i can get a bunch of asks a day, so if you think it’s of utmost importance i look at it right that moment, feel free to send in another ask asking about it

Additional tags you might wanna check out/block/silence/etc:

#tortilla cries over animals: asks with pics of people’s pets - not sure how they started but they still come every once in a while, so if you wanna block it (or browse it) here it is. will usually be tagged along “#animals” and the respective animal in the pictures

#loftwingsona time: the craze about what SkSw Link would name his loftwing that slowly evolved into people making loftwingsonas. yeah oddly specific

#the linkceler saga: what the title says. look in it at your own risk

#tortilla plushie world: people shared plushies with me so?? yeah

#translation shenanigans: me and other people talking about translation differences in SkSw (at the moment, might cover other games later on)

#fav tag: very recent, but i’ll use it for posts that i really want to go see again from time to time c:

#tortilla plays sshd, #tortilla plays oos: my live-react posts about stuff that happens while i play the games. will add more as i play them. they WILL have spoilers so be aware

[sophitz]

Hey, sorry to be a bother I found your blog last night and I wanted to ask if I could screenshot some of the Sophitz things and make them for posts on Pinteret, I'll of course give you credit but we need more Sophitz posts on Pinterest. Pinterest isn't really Sophitz friendly, I only have 190 posts on my Sophitz board and a good amount of them have people saying that Sokeefe is better (not to disrespect anyone's ship but no it isn’t, not with Keefe constantly breaking Sophie's trust and betraying her and going behind her back and making her uncomfortable so much and recognizing his problems but never adressong them and/or making a dark joke or a sarcastic/dark/self depreciating comment about his upbringing that somehow excuses what he does, especially while Fitz makes mistakes and then realizes he's wrong and tries to fix it and apologizes and actively tries to do better and yet people act like Fitz is a villian because they don't realize that his upbringing was also damaging for him because it's in more subtle ways that people have to really think on it for themselves to realize it whereas Keefes trauma is spoon-fed so it makes it seem like Fitz is just an ass because people don't think they have to look closely because they can get so much told to them from the narrative [sorry this was long, it's just really nice to talk to someone who feels the way I do about Sophitz and Keefe]) Anyways, I just wanted to ask permission to make some of the content into pins on pinterest so everytime I look at my board I don't feel so alone in believing in Sophitz. Whatever you decide is totally alright and I love your stuff. Thanks for just taking the time to read this.

Yes feel free, I’m fine with reposting as long as there’s credit!! It was fun to watch you go down further and further in time in my notifs as you liked my posts, lol.

As far as crediting goes, I’d prefer for you to link each actual post that you screenshot in addition to crediting “@sophitz on tumblr”. Here’s a tutorial on how to copy individual tumblr post links just in case!!

I’m not really active on it for fandom stuff anymore but my own pinterest is @persimnon (same @ as my main blog). Happy sophitzing 😊